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the-butch-of-blaviken · 2 years

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Like oil to water, fuel to fire (Vesemir&Lambert, 1.563 words)

So, a while ago i started writing a little ficlet as a tribute to this illustration by @ladydenkiart which gave me all the feels. I took some liberties but it’s just as angsty i believe :3c

cws: poisoning, blood (in very small amounts), vomiting, mentions of minors overdosing on potions (please let me know if i missed any!)

It’s Vesemir’s fault.

He’s let Lambert mess around with highly toxic potions. He’s usually stern about this — “If there’s a recipe, it means at least one person already went ahead and died so you wouldn’t have to figure out the right proportions yourself.” But Lambert, brilliant, stubborn Lambert, who used to drive the old potions master crazy because he would only let everyone see how much potential he actually had when he was ready to put in the work — he managed to coax Vesemir into letting him tweak the Tawny Owl’s recipe (“Come on Vesemir, just trust me on this, I swear it’s safe, I’m doing this for all of us, come on Ves fucking trust me for once”).

The pup claimed he’d managed to find a way to make its energizing properties more potent, something involving stronger doses of wolfsbane and arachas venom. Vesemir had raised an eyebrow at that and Lambert had scrambled to explain that he’d found a way to counteract the harmful effects of the last two ingredients. Vesemir hadn’t caught everything; he liked knowing just enough about potions that it wouldn’t deter him from using them completely, preferring to remain not blissfully, but at least partially unaware of the many ways in which the toxic, poisonous, corrosive ingredients were eroding his body sip by sip.

Lambert, on the other hand— the pup had always had a scientific interest in potions. Vesemir wasn’t even sure he really knew the extent of Lambert’s knowledge. He was above dumbly reproducing the same recipe again and again without trying to understand the components’ effects and interactions.

“If it’s really that simple, why do you think it never occurred to anyone before?” he’d asked calmly while Lambert was practically bouncing on his heels in front of him.

“Uhhhh, because they’re all idiots?” he’d replied while flashing him an insolent smile, and Vesemir had wanted to believe in the radiance of that smile. A part of him that was weary of fighting, a part of him he had felt growing softer and softer during the last few decades had whispered Trust him, he’s earned it.

“Alright,” he’d said with something that could almost, almost be confused for fondness. In one last, weak attempt at being cautious, he’d added: “But I want to be with you when you try it for the first time.”

He has let it happen.

Lambert chugs down the vial of potion he’s concocted — defiance and the desperate desire to prove himself right —, waits a few moments and, when nothing happens, grins under Vesemir’s anxious eyes saying, “Never felt better!”

Then it all goes to shit.

The vial shatters to the floor in tiny, glittering pieces; the sturdy floorboard they’re standing on has lived through generations of stampeding feet and yet now Vesemir hears it sizzling as a few drops of Tawny Owl left at the bottom of the vial scatter around. Lambert, what did you just put inside you? The pup seizes and clutches his throat, fingernails scraping at his skin as his whole body tries to curl in on itself. It happens so fast Vesemir watches it all unfold helplessly for a moment before reality catches up to him: Lambert is coughing and dry-heaving in front of him and gods, the sounds he’s making… Vesemir doesn’t know what he’d give so he’ll never have to hear them again. For a moment, it feels like this is all happening to someone else — then he lurches forward. He knows exactly what to do, reflexes he drilled into his system back at a time when there were still recrutes freshly off the Trial of the Grasses who overdosed with potions they weren’t used to yet. Gods, he thought he’d never need to do this ever again.

He puts one hand on Lambert’s shoulder; I’m right here, it’s meant to say, I’m here to help, but in his state of blind panic, Lambert flails and fights back — later that day, alone in his room, Vesemir will wonder if it was simply Lambert’s survival instinct taking over or if the rawest, most honest part of his former student had registered Vesemir as a threat in that instant.

In the heat of the moment though, he only hesitates for a fraction of a second before grabbing Lambert bodily, his back against Vesemir’s chest, restraining his arms so he’ll have enough room to attempt what he has in mind. In one precise movement, trying to spare the pup as much pain as he can, he pushes two fingers inside Lambert’s mouth until he can feel the back of his throat. Lambert chokes around his fingers and Vesemir can already feel the spasms rocking through his chest — “that’s it,” he says in a low voice he’s doing all he can to keep from trembling, “that’s it, that’s my boy, you’re doing great” — and all the while Lambert is struggling against him. The fifteen-year old trainees had choked and struggled as well, but they had never been able to hurt him in a way that would have made him let them go. However, a fifty-something witcher? That’s another story entirely.

Lambert slips one arm out of the restraint and uses it to hit Vesemir on the side of the head with his elbow. The impact makes him see stars and he relents for a moment, easing his grip around Lambert’s other arm. Godsdammit. One or two decades earlier and I would have shrugged it off.

“Don’t make me do it, Lambert,” he says through gritted teeth, both a warning and a plea.

Lambert doesn’t hear him. It sounds like he’s coughing and hacking out his insides, hand around his throat. Vesemir doesn’t want to dither any longer; he’s already lost too much time.

“I’m sorry,” he mutters as his fingers trace the familiar shape of Axii in the air between them.

The fight goes out of Lambert instantly. His arms go lax to his sides and when Vesemir puts a hand on his shoulder, he barely reacts, still coughing uncontrollably. This is wrong: this Lambert has no fire in his eyes, no grit to his guts. He looks like he’d fall over if Vesemir pushed him. He sticks two more fingers inside his mouth again and feels Lambert’s throat constrict around them; the pup doubles over, gagging, body desperately working to purge itself. Vesemir follows him to his knees, other hand flat against Lambert’s shoulder blades, rubbing gentle circles as he whispers, “Come on, come on, almost there, you’re doing great.” There’s sweat on Lambert’s brow and cheeks, or is it tears? Vesemir doesn’t give himself the time to wonder.

Finally he vomits, awful, strangled sounds of pain and Vesemir can’t remember feeling more relieved than he does now. There’s blood on the corner of his mouth before Lambert wipes it off with a trembling hand.

He coughs once or twice — sounds like he’s trying to say something. Vesemir lowers his head, listening intently.

“Did you— Axii me?” His voice is the raspiest Vesemir has ever heard. He winces in sympathetic hurt.

“I know,” he says, keeping his voice down as if speaking any louder could further damage Lambert. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know what to do.”

There’s a flash of something Vesemir doesn’t recognize in Lambert’s eyes, then he closes them and the moment is gone. He looks exhausted, arms trembling under the effort to keep him upright, a painful wheezing sound coming out of him every time he breathes in. Vesemir guides him in a seating position, one arm around the pup’s shoulders, and wipes some of the sweat and drool from his face. When Lambert speaks again, it’s barely a whisper and Vesemir has to strain his ears so he doesn’t miss it.

“You’re Vesemir… Supposed to— always know what to do.”

“Stop talking, you’re hurting yourself,” he mutters. A strange, complex emotion fills his chest: the warmth of realizing he had been looked up to by someone who’d resisted him at every turn mixed with the bitterness of knowing he disappointed unseen expectations. “Think you can walk to the kitchen with me? Need to get you salt water and raw eggs. Nothing better against poisoning.” There goes today’s dinner. Blast it; he’d eat stale bread every evening for the rest of the winter if it means Lambert will get better.

“Don’t bother,” Lambert rasps out, eyes still shut. “Just— toss me a Swallow and be done with it.”

“Absolutely not. No telling how it could interact with your Tawny Owl.”

At this, Lambert lets his head drop to his chest. “You can say it now,” he tells him quietly.

“Say what?”

His lips stretch into a sour smile. “‘I told you so.’”

Vesemir is stunned into silence for a moment before he can trust himself to reply. “Told you to keep quiet,” he says in a gruff voice. “Go easy on your throat, boy.”

Lambert doesn’t react; Vesemir sees him retract inside himself to steal this moment from the pain. Then he goes lax against him and Vesemir, taken aback by the sudden weight, squeezes him tighter. He could have fallen and hit his head. There was no way he could have been sure Vesemir would have caught him.

“I got you,” he whispers, rubbing the shoulder he’s holding with one hand. “I got you.”

#it's kind of rough and unbetaed but i arleady spent too long working on this #not 100% satisfied with how i wrote vesemir's pov here but i've never done it before #also it's. extremely self-indulgent #their relationship makes me unwell #the resentment... the regrets... the things that were left unsaid... the son without a father and the father without a son... the inevitabl #e betrayal and clashing values.........#i love them a normal amount #vesemir #lambert #my fics

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leilamarie99 · 8 months

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He saves you in the further

After Dalton told you and Chris from when he was younger and about his coma he explained everything and you understood why weird things were happening after while you walk back to dawn to take a shower and think of what Dalton explained you couldn’t get your head around it after you took a shower you put on some comfy clothes and walked out of the bathroom it was it was freezing until you saw your window was wide open so you closed it but then you remembered that you closed it when you left slowly the door started to open so you turned around but no one was there you were scared you and grabbed your phone to call Dalton but he didn’t it was his voicemail instead

“ hey Dalton it’s YN I need you to come over something is going on and I’m scared”

As you hung up you turned around something grabbed you and you were gone

Dalton’s POV

I was in my room finally figured about what the painting was about it was my dad I couldn’t get it out of my head specially the things that have been happening lately and I have seen but at least I have YN and Chris by my side I was wondering with my thoughts when Chris interrupted walking in the dorm

“Chris “ I said worried

“Have you spoken to YN today”

“ no we were going to meet up later to watch a film is everything okay”

“ I don’t know I’m quite worried about her she didn’t turn up for study with me and I have been calling everything and she hasn’t been answering have you spoke to her”

“ not since this morning I’ll give her a ring” Dalton grabbed his phone and saw that there was a voice mail from you

“ she left me a voicemail three hours ago” dole and calling the voicemail he suddenly heard your voice

““ hey darling it’s YN I need you to come over something weird is happening I’m scared” Dalton looked at Chris panicked

“ Dalton”

“ door and ran upstairs to your dorm busting in all your stuff was everywhere

“ Y/n y/n “ I suddenly saw her hand print on the wall with the writing she’s mine now

“

“ no” door and shouted as Chris ran in looking at the wall

“What’s going on Dalton where is she where is YN

“ she’s in the further”

After an hour of progress in what’s going on and dalton getting angrier and angrier that this thing took you

“ that’s it I’m gonna go and get her”

“What you crazy look what happened last time to me when you went in there “

“ there’s nothing else we can do it’s got to be me I have to go in there and get her I have too

“ dalton it’s dangerous “

“I know but I need to do this “

“You don’t need to prove anything you don’t have to do this we can help another way

“ I love her

Chris shocked

“ I love her ok I need to do this this is what tonight was about “

“ what was “

“ I had a picnic on the lake for us I was going to surprise her I was gonna ask her to be my girlfriend Chris and if I lose I don’t know what I will do “

“ ok what do we need to do “

So dalton laid on the bed and closed his eyes while Chris counted down then as he opened his eyes it was all quiet and dark dalton off the bed and started going out the room walking around he walked to your dorm looking around when the wardrobe door opened so he walked in and could hear people screaming and crying dead people he suddenly came to a red door so he opened it and walked through he could see people in the hallway standing still dalton just wanted to hurry and get you and get the hell out of here as he walked further someone grabbed him he stopped and looked at them they didn’t hurt him they just pointed to the room

So he walked further and further until he came around the corner and stopped he could see you crying in a ball he looked around but couldn’t see anything

“ y/n “

Looking up you saw dalton

“ dalton what are you doing here “

“ I’ve come to get you “ walking over trying to get the chains off your feet

“ dalton “

Y/ n looked up and so did dalton they could see the demon but he couldn’t see what they were doing dalton had to hurry he suddenly found an hammer then hit the chains and hit them again until they broke

Picking y/n up hugging each other she looked up again the demon staring at both of them

“ dalton “

He looked up aswell

“ come on we got to get out of here “ grabbing your hand and running away from him you saw all the dead people standing there now looking at you and dalton and pointing you ran and ran further until you saw the door but just as you was about to get there you got grabbed and pulled away

“Dalton “ you screamed him running back to help you the demon was on you his face with right in front of you he screamed then as he was about to put his hand on you dalton whacked him off

Getting up again and running you saw the red door again and opened it you going through first then dalton you shut it but the demon was trying to get through again you both couldn’t hold

“ y/ n go “

“ no I’m not leaving you here “

“Go save your save “

“ no dalton I am leaving you here “

Then suddenly 4 pair of arms held the door it was 2 women one you recognised as daltons nan

“ go dalton take care of yourself and her go it’s ok “

“ we can handle it dalton “ the other women said

You grabbed dalton hand

“ come on we got to go “

Dalton looking back at his nan she smiled and nodded grabbing eachothers hand you got to where you hand to go but needed to find where you hand to go you walked forward but suddenly the was dead people around you ,you screamed running off from them but they just followed you got to the dorm room but the door didn’t open

“ it won’t open “

Dalton trying to help you could see the dead people coming closer and closer to you grabbed daltons hand and looked at him and he looked at you cuddled him and looked up at him and he looked at you maybe this is how you both die you looked at him again

“ I love you “

Dalton in shock he didn’t know that he didn’t know what to say you grabbed him and kissed him not letting go the hands started touching you but then you heard Chris then suddenly you and dalton landed on the bed still kissing you both looked up you were back Chris looked shocked that her 2 best friends kissed you got off each other and hugged daltons parents suddenly rung he answered and said that everything was ok and that he coming home

“ I really want you to meet someone special “ his mum and dad happy that he said that he hung up and looked at you you kissed him and he kissed you back

“ ok I’m going “

Laughing you both looked at each other

“ did you mean what you said back there “

“ yeah I love you I think I have liked you since the first time I met you “

“ yeah me too I was actually meant to surprise tonight “

“ yeah I was going to take you on a picnic by the lake maybe a swim aswell and I was actually gonna give you this “

It was a ring

“Look in side “

You looked in side and you was shock it said will you be mine forever

“Yes “

Dalton smiling and hugging you both was happy with each other so you both decided to move in with each other at mum and dad as they have got back together before you both look for your own place and Chris moving in with you and dalton were happy it was finally over and you could forget about it

#dalton lambert imagines #insidious #pov #insidious the red door

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vulpinesaint · 1 year

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oh my GOD this thing is long. everybody go read my season 2 kaer morhen rewrite <3 we are bringing horror atmosphere and emotional catharsis and eskel content and there's more to come! it's a party bring all your friends

#this thing is just an increasingly long hate letter to twn. fuck that shit. ciri gets bonding time with the witchers as a treat #featuring ciri pov + eskel alive + no misogynist lambert!! and it Is well-written i prommy.#do people want little excerpts in fic promo posts??#like this isn't really a promo. like it is but not really.#but in actual promo posts. are excerpts better or just concept explanations? what are the people looking for?#i can provide references. i'll get letters of recommendation. what does it take #ik the fandom's a teeny bit dead nd people do Not read gen fics that much so it is what it is though haha #alright. promo tags now. you can disregard the rest of this #the witcher #witcher netflix #witcher fanfiction #witcher fanfic #witcher fandom #geralt of rivia #the witcher netflix #cirilla of cintra #cirilla fiona elen riannon #geralt and ciri #witcher eskel #eskel deserves better #<— good tag that's correct #vesemir #witcher lambert #kaer morhen #kaer morons #witcher coen #fanfic #geralt #twn critical #twn

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ellicler · 2 years

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i’m replaying the witcher 3

tbh i’m surprised geralt/regis isn’t a famous ship. not only is regis absurdly endearing as a character (tbh one of the only standouts of the games for me) (he’s soft-spoken dry-witted bookish a war crime committer a blorbo!! literally what more do you want) but his friendship with geralt is one of the only well-written relationships in the games (sorry but i’m snoozing my way through geralt’s troubles with yen and his fatherhood of ciri, they’re all sooooo over-the-top sachharine and the writing is just... shallow) (while with regis we’re shown delicious glimpses of familiarity and obvious comfort they have in each other’s presence, also they talk together in a bantering half-flirting way like geralt doesn’t really talk with ANYONE) (ok i also consider geralt’s bond with his wolf school to be sort of well-written, lambert eskel and maybe vesemir do bring a similar facet of geralt’s character to life) (lambert is the second breakout character of the games to me. TO ME) anyway the fanfic is mostly boring (or porn) and this is a let-down for monster fuckers everywhere

#witcher 3 #blood and wine #geralt x regis #all ‘witcher’ enjoyers should play blood and wine DLC and thank me later #the way regis is IMMEDIATELY endearing and suddenly opens up geralt's character in a way nothing has managed to #reminds me of kim kitsuragi in a way that's difficult to articulate #but there's a law of POV manupulation somewhere in there #the witcher 3 #an honorable mention to lambert's storyline with aiden #'hey geralt help me avenge my lo-- friend who's THE BEST MAN I'VE EVER KNOWN'

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cloudaxolotl07 · 2 months

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POV: The lambs of different au’s come together to chat, talk shit and gossip. For today’s topic, they talk about their lovely and grumpy three eyes cats

From left to right

Lambert from my au

@bamsara

@aveloka-draws

@xmajordumps

These artists were the first I ran into that did Cotl art and boy do I LOVE their work! Their art is oh so pretty and I just had to make some fanart for them cause why not!

#cotl #cotl fanart #cult of the lamb #cult of the lamb fanart #cotl lamb #cotl narinder #cotl narilamb #narilamb #~doodles

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bamsara · 6 months

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I find it really funny that The One Who Waits keeps up with saying that they do not care about Lambert but at the same time whenever someone threatens them or tries to court them he's just like "do you want me to kill them for you? Yes???"

Like yeah sure hun

Also funny thing from one of your first chapters that got me snorting:

Bruh is really calling him out like Nari baby you are NOT slick

The God of Death's love langauge is killing ;D /j

Lambert killed his siblings and countless heratics for him at his command so what's a little uno-reverse with a little murder as an act of service? Not that he's gonna admit that other than the 'it's getting in the way of the mission' sort, but ah, he's got a habit of indulging the vessal. :)

ALSO IM SO GLAD YOU'RE BRINGING THIS UP I wanna talk about a sentence I ended up ommitting from the final draft of Chapter 9

The Mystic Seller's words come back to haunt Narinder in this one moment (Some folks in comments actaully sensed it too and that made me happy)

The sentence 'The Tight grip on his weapon's handle shaks' was originally 'The Mystic Seller's words echo', calling back to what it said, but I felt like the scene needed to be primarily Lambert's pov and not give any ways into Narinder's pov or thoughts, so just an action of body langauge showing tension like that would let readers interpret whether it's because Narinder is debating on killing them and is hesitating for some reason he doesn't know himself, is shaking from the pain and extent of his injuries, or because he was recalling was the Mystic Seller said, and what exactly that means to him.

(It was all three)

I really really like the running joke of Bishops/Followers/The Fox/literally everyone being able to sense the connection Narinder has to the Lamb and vice versa (Whether through divine magic or simply because they can read them easily) and it's become my favorite repeated gag

#trod au #the rehabilitation of death

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doormatty3 · 6 months

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MASTERLIST

Minors do not interact!

Always feel free to message me about whatever you want - yes, I also take requests! I write smut for men I'm feral about ~

Check out my Ao3!

ONE-SHOTS: newest to oldest

The King's Broodmare - Orm Marius x Reader: Orm *makes* you submit to him and turns you into his perfect pet. Echoes Of Madness - Possessed!Josh Lambert x Reader: Josh is possessed and possesses you with his cock A True Gentleman - Patrick Wilson x Reader: Patrick teaches you to be quiet while taking his cock Dirty Little Nun - Patrick Wilson x Reader: Patrick gets on his knees and makes you worship a different type of god

SERIES: newest to oldest

Whispers In The Shadows Josh Lambert x Reader:

Pushing Further - And they were roommates - except you fucked his dad Veiled Passions - Josh shows you who you belong to Pushing Further: Josh POV - How I fucked his friend in a college dorm room Veiled Passions: Josh POV - I show her who she belongs to

MULTIPLE CHAPTER FICS: newest to oldest

Ocean Eyes - Orm Marius x Reader: You impress Orm with the surface world and he impresses you with his Atlantean cock FINISHED, CHAPTER 8/8 Sinner's Salvation - Ed Warren x Reader: Ed shows you how well he can possess your body - and your cunt FINISHED, CHAPTER 2/2

ONE-SHOTS: newest to oldest

Till Next Time, Love - Matty Healy x FOC: Matty puts the cock in cockiness and does what he does best

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inexplicifics · 2 months

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I LOVE the AWAU so very much and have been inhaling the new story!

The outsider POV of Kaer Morhen made me want to read Sasha’s story again, and I got the giggles when I read Aiden’s idea of giving Lambert tansy seeds so he could declare war at any given moment.

I would love to read about what happens when/if other Witchers and trainees learn about Redanian flower language and the resulting hijinks!

I think the Griffins go whole hog, just delighted by the Romantic opportunities of flower language. They probably start painting various flowers on their armor, or embossing them.

It's the Cranes who come up with the idea of creating a Witcher flower language, though.

A lot of plants mean 'you are going to die very painfully', but, well, Witchers. What're you going to do.

I'm so glad you're liking the new story!

#questions answered #accidental warlord au #flung to catch a star

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cliozaur · 1 month

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It's Javert's chapter today!

This POV shift in the Brick is one of the most intriguing. Now we see everything that happened to Valjean after his initial escape from jail through Javert’s eyes. Since we won’t meet Javert again for quite a while, today I indulge myself in posting a lot about our inspector.

We discover how Javert was summoned to Paris by his patron, M. Chabouillet, to recapture Valjean. He succeeded that time, a detail we missed in previous presentations of events.

Hugo makes us think that Javert has forgotten Jean Valjean after that; he puts it so wonderfully: “the wolf of to-day causes these dogs who are always on the chase to forget the wolf of yesterday.” However, Javert’s subsequent actions and reactions suggest otherwise. He appears obsessed: “he was afraid of being deprived of his convict” (I will come back to some other peculiar phrases later). He took trouble to go all the way to Montfermeil to check an incident with the abducted child because he remembered the name of the child’s mother too well and associated it with Valjean. And he also recalled that Valjean was getting into the coach to Montfermeil. Despite knowing that Valjean is dead, Javert still goes there to check. Absolutely healthy attitude, I would say. It’s also amusing that it was the “respectable and extremely reassuring name” of Lambert (made up by Thénardier) that calmed Javert down.

However, he hasn’t forgotten about Montfermeil and the abducted girl and connection of this story to Valjean. And, of course, Paris is such a small city that a rumour about a man in a yellow coat living with a girl from Montfermeil reached Javert and piqued his interest. Seeing the face, which he almost recognized as Valjean’s, shocked him, but it was not enough to make him sure; Javert needed to hear his voice and for that reason he moved into the Gorbeau house (but still didn’t have a chance to hear Valjean’s voice).

And then the hunting begins, and Javert goes into predator mode. In this chapter, he is likened to a spider, a tiger, a cat, a dog, and a huntsman. So much is going on: “when Jean Valjean believed himself to be the most secure Javert’s eye had been on him”—there is something very intimate in this. Javert “began the game,” he “experienced one ecstatic and infernal moment,” “enjoyed himself,” took “delight in strangling.”

Hugo provides an interesting detail about the public sphere controlling the police: "the free press embarrassed it," keeping them in check. Even though Javert always plays by the rules, he additionally should consider this oversight. Valjean and Cosette are fortunate that Javert is overly cautious.

Well, after this chapter I can say that Javert is almost effective in his law-and-order duties, organizing the hunt and pursuing a convict. If only he were chasing a dangerous criminal, not an old man with an exhausted and scared child.

#les mis letters #lm 2.5.10 #javert #les miserables #jean valjean #coestte

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fluentmoviequoter · 9 months

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hi love! i was hoping you could write more about Dalton, maybe like where he meets the reader at a Halloween party from a sorority, since Chris is trying to get him a gf. It can be kinda like a Cinderella kind of thing since everyone is wearing costumes and masks, he doesn’t know who is the mysterious girl that danced all night.

I love this idea so much!! This was a ton of fun to write! I don't think I actually said this was a Halloween party, just a masquerade party, so if you want to imagine it taking place at a different time you can. I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! :)

Warnings: switches POV, movie references, fluff, maybe a little angst?. 1.8k words.

A/N: I loved writing this so much and it actually inspired me to do a Halloween Writing Party, so I'll be posting more information about that at the beginning of October! The title and the last lines are references from Another Cinderella Story (2008), and I recommend listening to the song 'Just That Girl'. :)

Just That Girl

“We should go.”

Chris looks at the party invite on the desk, then looks around like she’s entered an alternate reality.

“Who are you and what did you do with Dalton Lambert?” Chris asks.

“Chris, it’s a party where no one knows who anyone else is. It’s a party with no complications, no danger. Let’s do it.”

“I don’t know what’s happening, but I am agreeing because this will never happen again. And we can finally get you a girlfriend,” Chris states as she stands.

“It’s a party, not a date. We need masks and costumes.”

“Oh, dear Dolphin, never fear when Chris is near.”

✧✧✧✧✧

“The wig doesn’t seem excessive?” you question, holding the synthetic hair up to your head.

“No. It is entirely necessary, it pulls the whole look together,” your friend insists.

You roll your eyes but comply, tying your mask on before securing your wig over it. Your friend adds a few finishing touches before deeming you ready to go.

“I didn’t realize sororities had so many themed parties with such strict rules,” you state as you exit her bedroom.

“Yeah. Which reminds me, you aren’t allowed to take off your mask, change your costume after you arrive, or tell anyone your name.”

“My name?”

“Yep. Gotta let everyone wonder who the mysterious pretty girls are.”

As you descend the stairs, all the sorority sisters are already welcoming guests, and people are dancing and talking. You nod to your friend and go your separate ways. Walking through the growing crowd, you notice the many costumes and masks. Entering the kitchen, you’re surprised to see only two people getting drinks.

“You’re still not going to tell me where you got this costume so quickly?” the boy asks.

“Flynn Rider,” you interject, “wherever she got it, it’s a great costume.”

He looks up and smiles, the only part of his face visible. “Thanks.”

The girl looks between the two of you before walking away, asking a guy to dance as she exits the kitchen.

“Would you like to dance?” you ask.

“Sure. I’m not very good, never really danced before,” he answers, taking your hand.

“No one’s good, we just pretend to be. Let the mask give you all of the confidence you need,” you whisper conspiratorially.

He laughs, and you wrap your other hand around his forearm as you navigate through the crowd entering the kitchen. He pulls you closer and doesn’t let go until you’re on the dance floor. You interlock your fingers behind his neck, smiling at him as his hands settle on your hips. He begins swaying you as a slower song plays.

“I know we’re not supposed to talk about personal things, but the girl you came with?”

“Best friend, former roommate, constant pain.”

You laugh and lean closer to him, wondering what you would be talking about now if you were elsewhere.

“What about you? Here with someone?”

“There is no someone to bring.”

He dances with you for three slow songs before the DJ changes the music.

“One more? I love this song,” you declare as the beat speeds up.

“Your wish is my command,” he answers, bowing before following your lead.

As the song ends, your friend comes over and asks you to help her make more punch, so you tell your mystery man you’ll see him later, hoping that you really do.

✧✧✧✧✧

Dalton watches the mystery girl walk away, catching a glimpse of the clock, which says it is nearly midnight. He sets out to find Chris, wondering how he can tell who she is with all these costumes. Luckily, he hears her before he turns a corner.

“You ready to go?” she asks.

“We can hang out a while longer,” Dalton answers.

“You want to dance with mystery girl again.”

“Yeah.”

“And you’re going to try to find her tomorrow, I hope?”

“If she implies she’d be okay with it, absolutely.”

“I saw you two dancing; she’d be totally on board.”

They agree to meet in the front yard in thirty minutes and then go different ways. Dalton spots the girl walking out of the kitchen and rushes to her side.

“Any chance you have one more dance in you?”

“For you?” She responds, “Absolutely.”

✧✧✧✧✧

You sway through the end of a song, resting your head on your mystery man’s shoulder, attempting to wish your mask away. He pulls you closer, his hands on your back as he leans down to whisper in your ear.

“I have to go, my friend is waiting.”

You lean back and look at him, pouting. “You’ll find me, right?" you whisper.

“Is that what you want?”

“More than anything.” You smooth his jacket as he nods. “I’ll be waiting. Thanks for making tonight so special.”

“Would you get in trouble if I told you something personal?”

You nod, then mumble, “Unless it’s really vague.”

“If we meet again, I’d like to draw you. But for now, our time is up.”

You hold his eyes as he backs up, your shoulders slumping when he finally turns around. Closing your eyes, you force yourself to remember every detail of his smile and his eyes.

“May I have this dance?” someone asks beside you.

Watching the spot where your mystery man just left, you accept the offer to keep yourself from chasing after him.

✧✧✧✧✧

“The sorority house isn’t a good idea, is it?” Dalton asks, pacing his dorm.

“Nope. They won’t tell you anything. Those shrews will probably conspire to keep you apart.”

“Shrews?”

“If the shoe fits.”

Dalton rolls his eyes and rubs his neck as his gaze drops to the sketch on his desk. He has drawn every detail he remembered but doesn't know how to find her.

“What if you just hang out in the center quad? You'd see her eventually, right?”

“I’m not going to do that, Chris. One, super creepy. Two, tons of students walk by at different times of day, it would be nearly impossible to find her that way.”

“And obsessing over her picture to devise a plan to find her isn’t super creepy?”

“Not when she said I could.”

“Wait, if you told her that you draw, why don’t you just hang out by the art building all day? If she’s as interested as she said, which she is, may I add, she’ll find you.”

“You’re a genius, Chris!” Dalton yells as he runs outside.

“I know!”

✧✧✧✧✧

You watch all of the students exiting the art building, standing on your tiptoes to get a good look at faces. None of them appear to be your mystery man. Sighing, you drop your head and walk to your class.

✧✧✧✧✧

Dalton waits outside the art building for two days, but his mystery girl never comes.

✧✧✧✧✧

By the end of the week, you feel like crying because it seems impossible.

“You look miserable,” your friend says as she enters your room.

"Because I am.”

“Mystery man?”

You nod, looking out the window as if he'll be there.

“Don’t give up, it’s only been a few days. That party idea was stupid, I see that now.”

“Especially stupid if you fell in love with a guy whose face you haven’t even seen.”

“Alright, Cinderella, buck up and find him. You’re not doing any good sitting here.”

✧✧✧✧✧

Dalton sighs as he slips his sketchbook into his bag after class is dismissed.

“Dalton, a word?” Professor Armagan asks.

“Of course.”

“Your works recently have been different. Not bad, only different. It’s as if the energy surrounding your art has shifted.”

“What could cause that?”

“Any emotion. Has something happened recently?”

“I met a girl at a masquerade party.”

“And now you’re living a Cinderella story?” Professor Armagan asks with a smile.

“Something like that,” Dalton answers before chuckling.

“Dalton, you’re an artist. Use the girl to make the art, and the art will get the girl. Does that make sense?”

Dalton tilts his head before shaking it.

Professor Armagan pats his arm. “It will.”

As Dalton walks out of the building, he thinks about what Professor Armagan said. He doesn’t realize his bag is unzipped until someone says something.

“Excuse me? You dropped this.”

✧✧✧✧✧

You pick up the paper and call out to its owner. Unintentionally, you see the drawing and look up quickly.

“Your hair is long,” you observe as your mystery man says, “You were wearing a wig.”

“You actually drew me,” you state, holding the picture up. “I thought that was just a line or something.”

“Beauty like that has to be documented. And I needed to remember what you looked like while I was searching.”

“You looked for me? I’ve been looking for you.”

Dalton mirrors your smile, stepping closer as he takes the sketch from you.

“We had to have passed each other.”

“I waited outside the art building between my classes but never saw you,” you explain.

“I must’ve gotten out while you were in class.”

You raise a hand and brush the hair from his eyes. “The mask did a disservice. Anything that covers that face does.”

“You’re one to talk. Who convinced you to cover up that face and hair?” Dalton counters, raising his hand to hold your wrist by his face.

“Can I kiss you?” you ask. “I wanted to run after you at the party and do it.”

“I’ve wanted to kiss you more every day since,” Dalton whispers. You lean forward, and he places a hand on your waist to stop you. “Am I allowed to know who I’m kissing?”

“The girl in the picture,” you tease before telling him your name. “And I’m guessing you’re not really Eugene Fitzherbert?”

“Dalton,” he tells you.

“Well, Dalton, pleasure to meet you.”

“And you.”

You raise both hands to his jaw as you kiss him, shivering as his hands pull you closer by your waist. Tipping your head back, Dalton deepens the kiss just as you pull back.

“Will you go on a date with me? Preferably one where I can see your face?” you ask.

“I was about to ask you the same thing. I’m never letting you hide from me again.”

“Yeah, my friend called me Cinderella,” you tell him, laughing.

“My art professor said I was in a Cinderella story. She also said ‘Use the girl to make the art and the art will get the girl,’ whatever that means.”

You tap your hand against Dalton’s chest excitedly. “That’s exactly what happened!”

“So I’m the only one that doesn’t get it?”

“Dalton,” you begin, and Dalton has never heard his name sound so good. “You drew a picture of me, and then you dropped it, which is how we found each other again. You used me to make the art, and the art got me!”

Dalton smiles and nods. “I guess you’re just that girl.”

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THE PANDORA'S BOX HAS BEEN OPENED UVE BEEN WARNED

List under the cut with me tryna be as brief as I can without spoiling a lot cuz I Will Prepare These Meals Eventuall-

GhostHunters AU

In this one, Lambert is a paranormal and horror youtuber alongside a few of my follower OCs, their content revolves around exploring abandoned places in search for ghost activities

The Bishops would be evil spirits here, possessed by vengeful desires

Eventually the ghosthunters go to an abandoned mansion famous for a family murder that happened in it long ago (smtng like the Amityville tragedy), which would be the Bishops mansion

As they spend time inside the house, they discover many secret passages, underground labyrinths and tombs, until coming to the dark realization that what seemed to have been an abandoned mansion actually turned out to be a secret spot for cult meetings, and with recent activity

I wanted to do this one in the style of camera-recording kinda shit yk, like told from the POV of somebody carrying a camera with night vision because there would be chases

There would be a time where everything goes dark in the mansion and the gang becomes trapped inside the house, so they try to find a way out through the basement, which is where they discover the secret passages to the cultists' ritual place

Throughout the journey, Lambert would've become accidentally attached to Narinder's ghost after finding a belonging of his which they were possessed into bringing along with them. Narinder then becomes a "personal guide" for Lamby as they make it through the mansion; he makes sure to keep them alive while showing little to no regard for their companions, much to Lambert's disdain (obv)

In actuality, Narinder's plan is to get Lambert out of the house in order to later possess their body, as a mean to come back to life himself

Lambert is the only one able to see Narinder....except for Felix. Ive now decided he would be the "I see dead people" guy hello

Beauty & The Beast AU

Lambert was given as sacrifice to appease Narinder’s hunger in order to avoid a prophecy from coming true, but in the end they did exactly what they were supposed to (this part is not too different from the game-)

Narinder is kept in a temple-castle kind of building, surrounded by a dead river and dense forests, with some of the nature already obstructing its way into the castle so you can find trees and moss in there on someplaces. The building is HUGE and used to be where Nari and his siblings lived in together, so there are many rooms

All Bishops are instead addressed as Lords. They are also huge, at least 3 meters and up taller than normal-sized creatures and still rulers of their respective domains. After the quarrel with Narinder, they all decided to live in their own lands inside their own temples and have been ruling the world likeso ever since

Lambert is the last of their kind, they were living with Ratau and Ratoo who are farmers, until the Bishops took them away to give to Narinder

Narinder was sealed in chains, his physical body is trapped inside of a room, until he eventually managed to project his eldritch self outside of it. So who Narinder is now is nothing more than the condensation of his power and soul. The sacrifices were offered to stop him from growing stronger and eventually lock him back into his carcass.

Narinder doesn't let anyone inside the room with his body inside, and carries the key for it wrapped around his ribcage

Narinder is cursed to stay within the grounds of his temple, he cannot leave to go beyond the bridge or even outside to his own yard, or else he gets burnt

Lambert eventually falls for the beast and promises to help him escape

Band AU

In this AU, the Bishops have a band known as (The) Bishops Of The Old Faith, until Narinder's plans for the band as a whole diverts from his mates, so he quits to make his own music group called The Ones Who Wait alongside Aym and Baal

Lambert is an orphan who was raised by Ratau (and Ratoo for a while). They work at his pub, The Lonely Shack, and play music for costumers from time to time on Fridays and Wednesdays

Both Ratau and Lambert have always been big fans of the BOTOF band, until Narinder split to create TOWW, which Lamby continued to listen to because Nari was in it. Eventually, auditions for a new member were open and Lamby decided to take the chance to sign up

They fail at first for being too nervous, but luckily the same night, Narinder (whilst undercover) visits the Lonely pub and perceives Lambert's performance, now more convinced of their abilities given how more naturally they played out compared to the audition. Lambert then joins TOWW's band as a roadie, doing what has to be done until Narinder is sure that they can handle the pressure of working with him

They eventually gain more recognition from the bandmates for their talents and manages to become an official member

The drama starts when TOWW becomes more and more popular, because although Lambert joined in, they hate the spotlight whilst Narinder is ambitiously seeking fame

Also in this AU, each Bishop has their own family! Nari included :D Which I may or my not design depending on how I feel about it UHANSJDMAKD

Royal AU

Fun fact about this one: was solely based on the fact that I wanted to see Lambert in this scene from the Cinderella movie Ever After, screaming about their family and getting viciously reprehended for it (love me angst <3)

Lambert is a peasant who had their family murdered by the Bishops for presumably not paying their taxes due to poverty, so they lived on the streets for a couple of years and lived off from stealing food and counting on luck to have a roof above their head for the night

The Bishops are addressed as Kings and Queens (except for Shamura, who is a Ruler) and each reign over their respective lands with their own castles to live in, but they govern under the same rules which are discussed in a communal temple at the middle of all the lands

Narinder is an exiled king who rules the lands of Limbo, which are smtng like a forbidden place of sorts. After his sibling quarrel, Nari was cursed to stay inside his own lands, being physically unable to leave his own territory, only its visitors are able to come and go unless they are blessed by the Red Crown

In the meantime he has been trapped, Narinder trained his armies for the day they are able to go forth from their barriers. He knows that they wouldn’t last against the power of 4 Crowns, but he cannot cast his own blessing upon his soldiers for it would prevent them to leave his kingdom as well, so he must break the curse first. He has been sending out thieves and spies in order to find the incantation and steal it away for him

One day, Lambert unknowingly sneaks into Narinder's room to hide away from guards who caught them stealing. When Narinder spots them, he is rather impressed by their abilities to make it past his own guards and him, so instead of giving them away he asks his army to train them (his plan is to eventually send them out as well to retrieve the curse incantation)

Lambert then becomes a knight apprentice under Ratau's care, who's a veteran and one of the most skilled warriors of Narinder

As time goes by, Lamby grows fond of their king and - ofc- falls for him, smtng which the King learns about through mind-reading and takes advantage of in order to increase Lambert's loyalty for him

Eventually, Lambert learns that their family was not killed for not paying their taxes, but rather because they were part of a resistance group that was against the Crowns. This will futurely make things harder for them to trust Narinder since he is a crown bearer and for Narinder to manipulate them, since he woudve developed feelings until there

Post-Apocalyptic AU

THIS ONE IS STILL FRESH NEW But I believe smtng like- hm Stranger Things, Last Of Us type of shit with how the monsters would look like

Maybe an apocalypse brought by literal Hell creatures, a lab failure or perhaps an organized doom

Maybe inspired by The Walking Dead games, how in some of them there were ppl who actually acted as if they ruled over the others, so like- I think the Bishops would be smtng amongst these lines "oh u want our resources? work for us" yk

Narinder would probably be an inbetween of that, but I like to imagine him as partially infected.....which is what makes him stronger than most

Whilst Lamb is one of the few, very rare few who is immune!

I think Lambert's family tried to get help with the Bishops once, but they didn't help them out, so Lambert grew resentful of them ever since and has lived on their own for a while alongside Ratau, until they eventually meet Aym and Baal who secretly work for Narinder, by scouting around the area to bring him food (which are. corpses........yeah)

Ill give this one some thought but it exists yes UINDJKLDAS

Rebellion AU

This one is also fresh new so I havent developed much of it aside from fantasizing about specific scenes, but basically: this AU explores the "what if the sheeps were stronger"

So every sheep here is much more violent than what I personally imagine them to be in the original game, they have a known base and village which is high-mid populated and are at constant war with heretics

The Bishops are also much stronger and beastial-like, succumbing fully to the power of the Crowns in order to resist against the sheeps' rebellion; their behavior is much colder and demonic, with little to no space for human emotions

The One Who Waits would be the sheeps' deity, which they worship and work their asses off in order to free

In this AU, Lambert's family is alive! But tragically more traumatized than their original selves

Maybe for the sake of the ship, I think the Lamb could either dream about Narinder every night for being very devoted to him, so they get ""divine interventions"" hehe, OR Narinder's presence could indeed be....lingering in the real world as a ghost of sorts or brief apparition, given that now the sheeps are fighting back the Crowns' power, that means that their influence wouldve been weaker. Which therefore could make way for their power over Narinder's prison to weaken as well, meaning that he could in fact be fred by simply killing the Bishops.

In Undertale language, this is basically a horror x fell version of COTL UDNJDSKDMASD

I THINK THESE ARE ALL THE ONES I CAN Say smtng about for now I still have to think more throughly about Role Swap, Pirates, maybe a Mafia one...................... not to mention the last 2 need more work to them as well

BUT THESE ARE THE AUS I HAVE IN STOCK FOR NOW I hope yall enjoy the read tysm for asking HURGHHK!!! 😭💜

#ask #cotl #cotl au #cotl aus #im so normal i am very norma-

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