#dettlaff van der eretein fics

[tigerlyla-of-metinna]

Simple Pleasures (Finale)

Dettlaff: *still coughing away*

Emhyr: I've made that error as well, Dettlaff. Don't let your first unpleasant experience deter you from the overall enjoyment that comes later.

Dettlaff: Throat irritation is just that. An irritation. And still my opinion doesn't change about this human habit you both enjoy.

Regis: Your chest and throat cavity aren't used to this yet. Take it from us, my friend. Take smaller hits first, to get acclimated to the habit. Breathe in some fresh air before taking the next puff. Before you know it, you'll be inhaling this fine blend like a chimney.

Regis turns to Emhyr (blowing smoke rings):... and with practice, you'll be as creative as our emperor. If I may inquire, Majesty, why smoke here? Is it not allowed in the palace?

Emhyr: I can smoke anywhere I wish, I just don't want the nobles to see me relax and be normal. *leans back* Do make another batch the next time we meet.

Regis: As you wish, Your Imperial Majesty.

Dettlaff: (puffing away) Curious habit this recreational smoking. Does nothing beneficial for the body. But it is... catchy. I wish to learn that trick with the smoke, emperor.

Emhyr: One step at a time, vampire. One step at a time.

The End

(if you missed the previous posts: Part 1:

And Part 2:

Many many thanks to @i-be-busy-witchering who took the pics with such perfection fitting my requested scenario. Story and edits in SAI/PS by me.

[cosmos-coma]

Blood and Vengeance - Part 1

A/N: I've had this story saved in my drafts for a while now and i think about it every dang day so here it is! Finally!

Pairing: Dettlaff x Reader

Words: 1332

Summary: You answer an ad for a housekeeping job at the estate of the two new mysterious visitors in town, despite strange rumors circulating around town you know the pay makes it well worth it. However, when you arrive it seems to be part housekeeping and part "nanny" as you're tasked with getting the dark-brooding Dettlaff used to humans. surely this will go smoothly, right?

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7| Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 (Final)

__________________

Your town had always been a sleepy place as far as you could remember. Small markets, rarely any visitors, and relatively little commotion as far as you were concerned; but maybe that's what attracted the two mysterious men to your tiny town. 

Word of their arrival spread quickly and quietly through the streets of the town, warping the way all rumors do. Some said they just seemed like two standard rich men. One was pleasant, always carrying a bag of herbs and odd-smelling concoctions, and the other didn’t seem to like anyone and was strangely intense for such a quiet man. However, in no time those rumors faded out, instead replaced by speculation of criminal pasts, and fake identities- some even went so far as to swear they had seen them turn into bats when the veil of night fell.

Either direction the rumors went you found yourself growing more and more curious the longer you stared at the posted ad on the noticeboard. 

It said they were looking for a few workers; mostly gardeners and people to help renovate- neither of which you knew how to do well enough, but you did think you could settle into the housekeeping role well. It looked like it paid nicely and you’d get to have a room at the manor as well. It was bound to be long hours and being on call at a moment's notice, but soon enough you should be able to save up a small fortune and live your life quietly on your own time. 

You nodded, determined in your decision, and went straight there to apply, despite the way your nerves grew with each step. 

As you walked up to the estate It’s multiple levels loomed over you and blocked out the low-hanging sun. You pushed open the iron-wrought gate which creaked with age as you closed it behind you and walked through the freshly tilled gardens. The home had been worn by decades of neglect and paint flecked off in patches here and there revealing an older color underneath. 

“I guess they must’ve already found gardeners” you commented as you made your way up to the door. A deep breath steadied your nerves long enough to lift the heavy door knocker, clacking it against the old wood twice. 

It was quiet for a short while before the sound of footsteps suddenly came from behind the door as it was pulled open with ease by an older-looking gentleman. His hair and sideburns were a sooty gray and his eyes held bags beneath them that betrayed the exhaustion his pleasant smile tried to hide. “Ah, you must be here to apply for one of the posted jobs?” He held his hand out for you to shake. “Emiel Regis, it’s a pleasure.” 

You put on your best smile, shaking his hand as you introduced yourself, “Yes, um- I was hoping the housekeeping position was still open..?”

An amusing thought seemed to cross him as he glanced you over once more, barely noticeable if you weren’t watching. He nodded and ushered you in right away, into the darkened entryway. “Of course. Come in, come in- I might as well show you around if you're going to be working here,” he said, leading the way.

Two large staircases curved their way out and upward and met at the next level. Rugs lined each step and the hallway before you, worn to a small degree but mostly dulled with dirt, dust, and age. The wood lining the walls could use a layer of polish, but you were surprised to see what decent shape the interior was in. 

Mostly the interior just showed aging, from the dimmed dirty windows to the cobwebs in the corners. “You’ll have to pardon the mess while we get everything put back to its former glory. The house Is big, but please don’t let it become daunting to you. I-” He paused his steps and his words to listen to the quiet house for a moment before he continued. 

“Well if I have to be frank. This job is in part a regular housekeeping job, I assure you. But it is also because I would like to have someone to keep an eye on my dear friend Dettlaff.” He said, glancing back at you before he continued giving you a tour of the house. “I-I promise it’s nothing strange. Ah- but that probably only made it sound stranger, didn’t it?” 

“Very much so..” you replied, laughing lightly, but still holding your satchel close as you went from room to room. A few of the rooms were more finished than the others- the bedrooms and the kitchens for example- others seemed to be more of storage for extra materials. 

“I apologize… I had no intention of making you feel uncomfortable. It’s just- Well, how do I put this… Dettlaff is not good with people. At all.” Regis huffed in mild annoyance. Because Dettlaff was such a good friend, Regis could only acknowledge his shortcomings for what they were. Dangerous liabilities. “He feels far too much, but I think small introductions could be good for him; someone who can pepper him with how people work socially” He further explained, waving a hand of his with nails that were just a bit longer than normal. 

This was all starting to get a little bit weird… but you still couldn't deny this kind of pay, plus room and board. “So you want me to be a sort of… glorified nanny for your friend?” You asked, increasing your pace to step side by side with the older man.

“Well, when you put it like that…” he began to mumble, but you quickly interjected. 

“I’ll do it. When can I start?” you stepped in front of him and held out your hand to shake on it, causing the older man to stop short and raise his eyebrows in surprise.

“My, my… you certainly seem like a rather tenacious creature, don’t you? Though I think that could prove you well in dealing with him…” He smiled that friendly smile again and shook your hand. “If you’re up to it you can start tomorrow. I’ll create a list of daily duties and It’ll be waiting for you in the room we’ve set aside for you. We can discuss your pay after your first day, does that arrangement work for you miss Y/n?” He asked, looking at you with nothing but an earnest expression and kind eyes. 

You smiled as you nodded, hefting your bag further up on your shoulder as you were led back to the front door and seen off by the older man. 

You were quiet on your walk home, quickly scampering through the streets before the sun fully fell and the more malicious folks came out for the evening. As soon as the door clicked closed you shouted in excitement and did a little dance. You weren’t even a hundred percent sure where all the confidence had come from, but you didn’t care! A huge grin spread across your face as you breathed a sigh of relief. 

“Oh, shit, I’ve got to get packing…” you thought aloud as you sprung yourself up and began pulling things together. For once you were thankful that you had only been renting in this little town. It felt like ages ago that you had walked away from your childhood home to try and make a life for yourself and for once it seemed to actually be working out. You didn’t have too much to pack up, mostly books, clothes, and a few little knickknacks you had picked up over the years, but each one held a small special place with you. 

A small smile painted on your expression as you put the last of your things away in a bag and gave the old place one last look around. 

Tomorrow would change the trajectory of the rest of your life for you, you could feel it. And you had never been more ready. 

_______________

Taglist: @writingmysanity @open--till--midnight (thought you might like to be tagged in this!)

Wanna be added to a certian taglist? DM me to Let me know!

[codringher-and-fenn]

A witcher and vampire sandwich. 🦇 Some love bites, hurt/comfort, and surprisingly soft background Roche. A sweet story of budding romance.

[sebdoeswords]

Seb's Fic Masterpost (Witcher, Switchcraft, Original)

Witcher

Pairing: Geralt/Regis

Multi-Chapter

To Pluck Wild Mountain Thyme - Ongoing, Explicit, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Fluff & Smut, 100k+

Regis has left to find and help Dettlaff after the Night of Long Fangs, and Geralt has gone into semi-retirement at Corvo Bianco. But despite the new peace, the Witcher finds something is missing. Only when Regis unexpectedly returns one day does Geralt realise there is much they have yet to discover about each other and what connects them. After all, a love story does not end when those famous three words are said – it only just begins.

Through All My Years With You - General Audiences, Fluff, Ficlet Collection, Completed, 1.2k

Both vampires and witchers - circumstances permitting - live extraordinarily long lives. What good fortune, then, that Geralt and Regis have found each other and decided to spend those lives with each other.

One-Shots

Woe - Mature, Major Character Death, Angst, <1k

Regis knows the Lullaby of Woe by heart, but when Geralt, his lover of over a century, dies during a contract, its words gain a devastating new meaning.

Sharp and Pointy - General Audiences, Domestic Fluff, <1k

Another morning at Corvo Bianco, but today it involves belly skritches and pointy teeth.

Under the Summer Sky - General Audiences, Fluff, <1k

When one is semi-retired at Corvo Bianco, there are many opportunities to carve out a few minutes to spend with a loved one. Just such a moment happens on a sunny summer day, when Regis finds Geralt picking herbs in the garden behind the estate and can't help but join him.

To Put You At Ease - Teen and Up, Fluff, Wound Care, <1k

One benefit of semi-retirement at Corvo Bianco is that Regis is always right there to take care of any injuries Geralt sustains during contracts. His hands are much steadier experienced at mending wounds than Geralt's own, and his treatments are gentle. They always manage to soften whatever trouble Geralt picks up on the Path.

Finally Ever After - General Audiences, Book Fic, 1.7k

With the slaying of the last idr, the season of storms finally comes to an end for the Witcher. The silent listener is glad, hidden in the woods for none to know but his love. Though before a season of peace can begin, there is the girl, a soon-to-be sorceress fascinated by the Witcher's legend, who is convinced she knows him. As Regis listens, he begins to reminisce, and when Geralt returns to him and tells him of her, he smiles.

Five Years of This - General Audiences, Fluff, Based on Fanart, <1k

Sometimes, simply hugging Regis is not enough, and in those cases, Geralt just has to pick him up. Particularly on special occasions.

Weather the Storm - Explicit, Smut, Established Relationship, 5.2k

When no inn seems to have a vacant room during a thunderstorm, Geralt and Regis seek shelter in a nearby brothel. Though they are reluctantly given a room for the night, sleep slips farther from their minds as more and more noises seep in through the walls, spurring Geralt's imagination.

A Day So Sweet - General Audiences, Fluff, <1k

To Geralt, a day is merely a day, but to everyone around him, this one is quite special. And Regis intends to make it enjoyable.

Not So Silent Graves - Teen and Up, Humour & Satire, 1.9k

Geralt and Regis planned to visit Fen Carn to reminisce, and perhaps indulge in the ancient cemetery's atmosphere. Instead, they come across the curious character who has made Regis' dilapidated cottage their new home - and strange business venture.

Parody chapter 48 of Thyme - General Audiences, Ko-fi Exclusive Parody, tw transphobia, <1k

An out of character interaction between Geralt, Eskel and Regis, filled with memes, wacky dialogue and overall silliness. Written in response to transphobic comments left on chapter 47 of "To Pluck Wild Mountain Thyme" regarding my inclusion of trans Eskel. Non-canon in the Thyme universe and now only available to ko-fi supporters.

Humility and Sacrifice - General Audiences, Book Fic, First Kiss, <1k

Just hours ago, Geralt had realised the absurdity of feeling joy at the sight of a vampire. And now, as Regis walks him to the cave beneath Devil Mountain, Geralt realises another thing - that this vampire is far too fond of talking. Someone ought to shut him up.

Pairing: Geralt/Roche

Multi-Chapter

The Knife in His Coffin - Explicit, Graphic Depictions of Violence, TW2 Spoilers, Completed, 53k

In just a few weeks, Vernon Roche has lost nearly everything that was dear to him. He's lost his king, lost his men, and is about to lose his country, too. The only thing driving him now is a burning desire for revenge, and he will cross mountains to get it. With Ves left behind for safety, there is only Geralt by his side on the arduous journey to Loc Muinne - and they are about to realise that a lot can change in a week when it is filled with nothing but silence and each other's presence.

All of His Colours - Explicit, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Sequel to The Knife in His Coffin

Much has happened since Geralt and Roche parted from one another at an inn outside Loc Muinne. Nilfgaard has invaded the North a third time, and much like the second, Geralt finds himself searching for Ciri once more. While she occupies his thoughts greatly, there is another who haunts his mind – a man he remembers with a sense of longing and uncertainty. As he struggles with his mission, Geralt clings desperately to the hope that one day – be it in a year, five years, even ten – he and Vernon Roche will get the chance to tie up the loose ends surrounding them.

One-Man Force - Mature, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Roche POV, Completed, 7.2k

Vernon Roche is no stranger to abductions. Whether he himself orchestrates them, or ends up as a victim himself, he's experienced his fair share. But that's exactly why this one is so strange. Security seems lacking, and one by one, more oddities pile up. So when it presents itself, Vernon seizes the opportunity to get to the bottom of it all - and finds a letter from Geralt at the core.

One-Shots

To Become A Kingslayer - General Audiences, Missing Scene, TW2 Spoilers, <1k

Geralt came a long way to clear his name of the accusations of being a kingslayer, but what he didn’t know was that the one he undertook the journey with would eventually turn into that exact persona. When Vernon Roche killed King Henselt of Kaedwen, Geralt turned a blind eye. But when Vernon Roche was on the brink of being found out, Geralt made a choice to become the very thing he had gone so far to dispute.

The Mark of A Stripe - General Audiences, <1k

After his own escapade with the Blue Stripes in Flotsam, Geralt begins to wonder about the tattoos the entire unit is alleged to have. He's seen at least one on all of them - all except the commander. And when the opportunity presents itself, Geralt can't help but ask.

Hanged Man's Salvation - Teen and Up, Scene Fix-It, Mild TW2 Spoilers, 1k

Flotsam is cruel not only to its citizens, but also those passing through and visiting its borders. Geralt is quick to jump into a brawl when he sees two of his closest friends with a noose around their necks, but after an unexpected loss, he finds himself in much the same position. Vernon Roche and Triss Merigold are the only ones who can save him now - and the sorceress seems frozen with fear.

Second Time's the Charm - Teen and Up, Witcher 3 Spoilers, <1k

The day of Radovid's assassination has come. The king is easily lured to the bridge that leads to Temple Isle, and everything goes smoothly… until Radovid decides he'd rather dispose of Geralt. Fortunately, as once before, Vernon Roche comes to the Witcher's rescue just in the nick of time.

A Taste of Eternity - General Audiences, Fluff, <1k

To those who have spent their entire lives fighting, waking up in a warm bed with the one they love on a slow morning is a luxury - a luxury Geralt and Roche are granted today.

Life's Indulgence - General Audiences, Fluff, <1k

It's late at night, and while Geralt is soaking in the bath, an (un)expected visitor opens the door. Geralt convinces him to stay, and the two spend some relaxing time together.

Pairing: Ves/Ciri

From the Tree - Teen and Up, <1k

Late at night, after everyone else has either gone out or to sleep, Ves and Ciri sit by the fire, face to face. As they talk about the past and their relationships to the people in their lives, Ciri can't seem to take her eyes off Ves. There's something she's been wondering, and finally, she finds the courage to ask.

Emerald Green and Northern Blue - Teen and Up, based on tumblr posts, 1k

When Roche decided to drop everything to help Geralt in his fight against the Wild Hunt, Ves went with him to Kaer Morhen. After all, she would follow him into the pits of hell. But what she didn't expect was to find the woman they all fought for to be so fascinating.

The Cat in The Bag - General Audiences, Fluff & Humour, <1k

Ves has found a kitten, and Ciri has found her. Together, they need to decide what to do with it.

Starry Night Over Vizima - Mature, Mild Sexual Content, 6.5k

It's New Year's eve, and Ciri and Ves have somewhat unconventional plans. They've disguised themselves and decided to sneak into a masquerade ball in Vizima to spend a fun evening without getting recognised. Alcohol flows aplenty, and the party does not lack activities, so it's only a matter of time until the two of them get up to some mischief.

The Men that Wound Us - Mature, Hurt/Comfort, <1k

Both Ciri and Ves have experienced abuse at the hands of men throughout their lives, and they are both haunted by them. What begins as a sexual encounter turns into a violent flashback for Ves, but Ciri is there to comfort her through it.

Snowbound - General Audiences, Ko-fi Exclusive, Somewhat Unfinished, Prompt Fic, <1k

Ves is visiting Kaer Morhen for the winter. On a day out in the valley, the two settle for a while by the river and enjoy some quiet time alone.

Up On Orchard Hill - General Audiences, Fluff, <1k

It's a clear spring day, and Ciri and Ves are cuddled up among blooming plum trees overlooking Lake Vizima.

Grounding Motions - General Audiences, Fluff, Drabble

Sometimes, feeling each other's skin under their fingertips is soothing to Ciri and Ves, and sometimes that extends to all their scars - the things that are uniquely theirs.

The Intimacy of Being Vulnerable - General Audiences, Drabble

Enhancing each other's strengths in battle comes naturally once Ves and Ciri get to know each other, but it takes a special sort of bond to make known their weaknesses.

A Summer Day's Pleasures - Explicit, Smut, Established Relationship, 2.5k

On a hot summer day, Ves and Ciri decide to take a boat out onto Lake Vizima to have a swim and cool down. But secretly, Ciri has much more intimate plans in store for their quiet getaway.

An Oren for Her Thoughts - Teen and Up, &lt;1k

When one spends their whole life on the run or travelling from one war camp to the next, home becomes a complicated, abstract concept, and trying to discern where that home lies becomes increasingly difficult.

Two Kisses for A Ride - General Audiences, <1k

While strolling through the outskirts of Vizima, Ciri gets tired of walking and decides to make that Ves' problem.

Miscellaneous Pairings

The Painted Year - Regis/Dettlaff, General Audiences, One-Shot, Light Romance, 3.6k

After his blood brother's life was spared at Tesham Mutna, Regis sets out to find him. His journey takes him all the way to Etolia, near Nilfgaard. There, the two settle down at an abandoned farm, where Regis hopes Dettlaff may heal. Eventually, he does, and it all begins with paint.

Somewhere in The Boudoirs of Novigrad - Geralt/Regis/Dandelion, Explicit, Smut, Based on Fanart 4.4k

A room is only ever as private as a host makes it - which, in Dandelion's case, means it is not private at all. Thus, Geralt and Regis find their intimate moments disturbed. How fortunate that they are willing to accommodate, and so and after being told to close the door, Dandelion finds himself on the much more pleasurable side of it.

No Pairing/Gen Fic

Multi-Chapter

Everything I Loved... - Explicit, Roche & Ves & The Blue Stripes, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Implied Rape/Non-Con, TW2 Spoilers, Completed, 34k

Vernon Roche had led the Blue Stripes for four years. Four long, all too short years. At the beginning of it all, he had recruited all of them and trained them, pulled them from the worst life had to give, and put a roof over their heads. He'd loved them dearly, and they had respected him in turn, treated him not merely as their commander, but as one of them. As a friend. He'd fought with them, bled with them, laughed with them, and even though only memories remained now, most of them were happy ones.

One-Shots

The Jester's Skull - Teen and Up, Geralt & Dandelion, One-Shot, Case Fic, 9k

Geralt merely intended to spend a few quiet weeks at the Chameleon to catch up with his friends. But when the century old skull of a famous jester is stolen from Dandelion, he and Geralt set out to retrieve it, following a mysterious stranger across the Northern Realms, and even further.

Northern Bones - Explicit, Roche & Ves, Whump, 1.6k

Every man was destined to die. Every man, every women, every person was destined to die. It was only a matter of when and where. Vernon Roche had never had any delusions about the when. He was a soldier, and he knew he would die as one sooner rather than later. But he had always hoped that the where would be kinder to him. Somewhere within the borders of Temeria, on familiar soil. But Vernon Roche was destined to die many miles from home, on the Dol Blathanna - Mount Carbon line. And the when was now.

Switchcraft

Pairing: Arash Shirazi/Reader

Emergency Use Only - Teen and Up, Adult Reader Insert, Spoilers up to Book 1 Chapter 14, <1k

Professor Shirazi didn't have the best day after an illegal potion stash was discovered at the Academy and Bailey Ward was attacked by a fellow student, but perhaps a special someone waiting at home can distract him a bit.

No Pairing/Gen Fic

Concern of Not - General Audiences, Bailey & Shirazi, Missing Scene Spoilers up to Book 3 Chapter 12, <1k

In light of the information of her mother's murder, there are many answers Bailey expects from Shirazi. But first, she has some questions surrounding the illusion trap he set for her at the lighthouse.

Death Stalked - Teen and Up, Drug Use Aftermath, Spoilers up to Book 3 Chapter 19, <1k

On her way back from the Death Stalkers' hideout, Bailey struggles with not only the lunar dust in her system, but also the traumatic situations she's gone through over the past few days and weeks. There's been one death, plummeting cold, a second, over in a flash and a spark, and now, perhaps… a third?

Original Work

Title Prompt Challenge Stories - Ongoing, Short Story Collection, currently 1.4k

Collection of all the original works I create for the monthly title prompt challenge I'm doing with my friends. There won't be any consistency between stories, and each story stands on its own unless otherwise specified. Each chapter is a new story.

[dettlaffxregisxgeralt]

The Higher Vampire gazed at the sun setting, While the slight breeze of Toussaint blew through his raven-like hair, soaring in the wind. He sighed, The gentle tint of a peachy pink colour blending with a pale orange. Dettlaff knew that he was no longer a threat to anyone or anything the day he would leave, Yet it saddened him deeply, having to leave the very place he grew up in. His cold, icy blue eyes glistened, a single tear forming in them. Without her, all was lost.

[wolfsbane-and-nettles]

Finally wrapping up Regis’s backstory! 

----

One piece hanging on the wall was not a painting or drawing at all, but a diploma, framed and hung up proudly by the father of the Van Guiscarts. A doctor's degree in medicine, next to that hung a similar diploma for a master's in philosophy, and finally, a bachelor's in anthropology. In front of them stood three people, the father of the student, now Doctor, Teodor van Guiscart, and next to him stood his youngest son Dettlaff, the esteemed artist, and to their side stood Regis Van Guiscart, the one they were celebrating today.

[queenxxxsupreme]

can i request something where the reader is a higher vampire who lives with regis like as his assistant or smthn and has a crush on dettlaff?

A/N: oof this took in a mind of its own. I may or may not do another installment of this... the reader in this is a younger vampire that Regis sort of took under his wing and mentors. Also vampires get headaches??? And they blush??? Let’s say yes 😂

***

You kicked your feet back and forth, watching Regis as he mixed two foamy substances together. 

“Can you hand me the vial to your left, Y/N?” He asked without looking in your direction. 

You looked to your left, clicking your tongue absentmindedly. You picked up the vial and passed it to him. 

“Thank you, my dear.”

“When are you going to let me do the fun stuff?” You sighed. You leaned back on your hands, still kicking your legs. 

“Can you tell me what these two ingredients are?” He stood up, placing the vial down on to the table you sat on. He held up the jar with the combined foamy substances. 

You looked at them, scrunching your nose up. 

“No. But they have a horrible stench.”

“They do. It’s buckthorn and skunk cabbage.”

“How was I supposed to know what they are?”

“If you studied like you should, you’d know what they were.”

You groaned, letting your head fall back. 

“Regis! Not everyone can sit and read a book in one hour.”

“Ever the dramatic, you are.” Regis smiled a little, shaking his head. “I don’t sit and read one book in an hour.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. 

“Regis, you sit and read three books in an hour when you have nothing else to do.”

“To expand my field of knowledge.”

You groaned again. 

The door to the crypt creaked open. 

You sat up a little straighter and leaned forward, peering around the corner to see if you could see who it was. But you heard his heartbeat, inhaled his scent before you ever saw him. 

“It’s Dettlaff.” You smiled.

“Pass me the bowl next to you, Y/N.” 

You picked up the bowl and handed it to Regis. 

As Dettlaff came around the corner into the main room of the crypt, you slid down from the table. You hadn’t paid attention to the tablecloth being under you. When you moved, you pulled the cloth and the contents of the table down into the floor. 

“Oh, damn it!” You cursed, looking down at the mess. 

“No need to fuss over it, dear.” Regis told you, sighing softly. “We will just have to try this again tomorrow.”

You groaned. 

“Having fun, I see.” Dettlaff spoke, his deep voice making goosebumps rise across your skin. 

“Regis is having all of the fun.” You frowned. “He won’t let me mix anything together.”

“The last time you tried to mix ingredients, you nearly blew the crypt up.” Regis reminded you as he began to clean up the mess of broken glass on the floor. 

You brought your eyes to Dettlaff. 

“It’s been a while since I last saw you.” You tried to hide the excitement you felt just from seeing him, from being in the same room as him. You didn’t want to creep him out.

“I’ve been.... busy.” He nodded, blue eyes lingering on you for a few moments. You swore you could feel your heart racing against your chest. “I came to speak with Regis, but it can wait. I don’t want to interfere with your learning.”

“I think we were about due for a break anyways.” Regis said. “Once I get this cleaned up, we can chat.”

“I’ll be outside.”

You watched the vampire leave, your chest tightening. 

“Of course you came to see him.” You muttered once you were sure Dettlaff was out of hearing range. 

“You should tell him how you feel, Y/N.”

“You are an absolutely brilliant man, Regis. But that is a very stupid idea.” You moved to grab a cloth to help him clean the foam off of the floor. 

“I think it’s rather foolish to keep your feelings to yourself. Our lives are long and can be rather lonesome if you don’t have someone to share it with.”

You got down on the floor on your knees, wiping the foam up. 

“From the way this is going, I’m going to be your apprentice forever. We’ll have each other.” You chuckled a little. You sat back on your knees, looking at the cloth in your hand. “After what happened with that human, the Duchess’s sister, I doubt he’d ever want to be with anyone ever again. I don’t blame him. I want to gut the whore for what she did to him.”

“But we won’t lay a hand on her, will we, Y/N?” Regis raised his brows at you. 

“No.” You muttered, standing to your feet. “Because we don’t like to mess with garbage. It makes us stink.”

Regis chuckled softly at you. 

“I’m going to go out and talk to him. Will you clean the rest of this up for me?”

“Yes, sir.”

***

You spun a vial around on the table, trying to amuse yourself until Regis returned. 

You were a little frustrated. Why couldn’t Dettlaff pay at least a little bit of attention to you? Maybe you were annoying to him. Maybe it was because you weren’t as sophisticated and elegant as most vampires. Your sense of balance was absent and you always managed to break anything you touched. 

You picked the vial up, sighing heavily, and turned to move across the room. 

You jolted, sucking in a breath at the sight of Dettlaff standing in the doorway to the room. The vial fell from your fingers and hit the floor, shattering into a billion pieces.

“Oh dear.” Regis spoke, walking out from behind Dettlaff.

“You scared me.” You told them, kneeling down to pick up the broken glass. 

“No worries, dear. I shall go fetch some more vials. I think we could use them, especially with so many breaking this evening.”

“I’m sorry, Regis. I’ll pay for them.”

“Nonsense.” Regis shook his head at you. He held onto the strap of his satchel that crossed over his chest. “I believe there was something you had to speak with Y/N about, Dettlaff. Isn’t that right?”

The dark haired vampire kept his eyes on Regis. 

“I’ll be back later.” Regis looked at you and nodded his head once before disappearing in a cloud of gray smoke. 

You glanced up at Dettlaff momentarily, cursing in your head when your eyes met. 

“What can I do for you, Dettlaff?” You asked, placing the chunks of broken glass on the table. You’d need to fetch a broom from the other room to clean the rest of it up, but you didn’t want to move. Right now, he was standing in the only doorway leading out of the room and you couldn’t bring yourself to move any closer to him. You didn’t want to scare him away anymore than what you probably already did. 

“I just…. There’s a matter I need to discuss with you.” He spoke, his deep baritone losing a bit of its confidence. “Perhaps we should go outside. There’s so many fumes in here, it’s beginning to give me a headache.”

You would probably have agreed with him had you not been so used to alchemy. 

“Okay.” You quietly agreed. 

He stepped out of the doorway and motioned for you to go first. 

You smoothed out your blouse before moving to exit the crypt. 

You concentrated on each step, not wanting to miss one and embarrass yourself in front of Dettlaff. You thought you were in the clear, that you had- for once -made it up those old and deteriorating steps without tripping. But on the last step, the toe of your boot caught the stone. You started to fall forward, hands flying out to catch yourself. 

Strong hands found your hips, catching you before you could hit the stone. You didn’t realize he had been following you so closely, or perhaps he had just moved so quickly you didn’t notice it. But his body was close to you. You could feel his body heat, smell his scent, hear his breathing. 

“I must say, I’ve never met a vampire so….”

“Clumsy?” You guessed, stepping out of his grasp and out of the crypt entirely. 

“Less than graceful.” He nodded. He was trying to be polite, to not point out how ungainly you were. 

“I’ve been told our kind shouldn’t have balance issues. We shouldn’t break everything we touch.” You started to move away from him, feeling anxious. Now that he’d pointed out how clumsy you were, you knew that was all he thought of you. A graceless, foolish child. “But I have been cursed with the ability to never know how to walk properly. Nor can I seem to hold anything properly in my hands without fucking dropping it.”

“You’re young, Y/N. You’ll learn.”

“I’m seven decades old.” You glanced over your shoulder to him.

“Still young.” He said. 

He clasped his hands behind his back as he moved towards you. 

“Have you…. Do you…. You don’t have anyone.”

Dettlaff’s words caught you off guard. You furrowed your brows together. 

“What?”

“Romantically speaking. You don’t have anyone. Do you?” He was so blunt that you weren’t sure you had heard him correctly.

“I-I don’t.” You sputtered out. “No.”

He nodded, as if fascinated by your answer.

“Why not?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and looked back to the ground to watch where you were going. 

“It’s probably my personality.” You muttered sarcastically, a little irritated. You came to a stop, the irritation festering beneath your skin, and turned to face him. “I just finished explaining to you what is wrong with me, Dettlaff. That’s the reason I have no one.”

He tilted his head to the side a little, brows drawn together. 

“I don’t think that’s what’s wrong with you. Your clumsiness isn’t a flaw.”

“Then you are the only one to think that.” You turned to start walking again. “You and Regis. That saint of a man never loses his patience with me.”

“Do you…. fancy him?”

“Gods no.” You crinkled your nose, shaking your head softly. “He’s like a father to me, one that I never had. What did you want to talk about besides my lack of a romantic partner and my oh so graceful nature?”

He chuckled softly, a noise you rarely heard. It was deep and in his chest, he didn’t part his lips, but an amused grin came to his lips. 

“I wanted to…. I asked Regis if it would be appropriate for me to ask you to join me for dinner sometime.”

You came to a sudden stop and spun around to face him. Your eyes were wide, panicked. Was he joking? Was this some sort of cruel prank? Had he overheard you and Regis talking earlier? Of course this was a joke! He’s witnessed first hand the destruction you can cause! How could an elegant, sophisticated man like Dettlaff ever want to go out to dinner with you?

“I-I- With me?” You pointed at yourself.

He nodded his head. 

You licked your lips and tucked a few pieces of hair behind your ear.

“Yes. I’d-I think that would be lovely.”

A little smile seemed to tug at the corner of his lips. 

“You think so?”

You turned to take a few steps away from him, full of so much excitement you thought you’d explode. But your boot caught on a tree root sticking out of the ground. You had just a split second to fall towards the ground, then Dettlaff was there catching you again. 

“Damn it.” You cursed, one hand on his bicep and the other on his forearm. 

He chuckled softly. 

“Sorry.” You murmured, cheeks blazing red. You couldn’t meet his gaze. Your eyes were stuck on a buckle on his coat. 

“Don’t apologize.” Dettlaff spoke. He hooked two fingers beneath your chin, tilting your head up. “I think it’s quite adorable.”

You wanted to scoff, to roll your eyes and tell him it’s cute when a toddler has trouble walking, but not a seventy year old Higher Vampire. 

But you lost your voice. It was caught somewhere in your throat. Your heart pounded in your chest, threatening to jump out of your ribs. 

Dettlaff leaned in, icy blue eyes flickering down to your lips. 

Your hand came up to the side of his neck, fingertips just barely brushing into his dark hair. 

Your lips met in a tender, gentle kiss. He was hesitant, not wanting to force himself upon you in any way. You appreciated this. You didn’t want your first kiss with him to be fast paced and clumsy. 

Your hand trailed around to the nape of his neck, ebony hair sliding through your fingers like silk. You pulled him a little closer to you, your hand on his arm drawing him in. 

He broke the kiss first, breathing heavily. Your noses brushed and his arm slipped around you. 

“I’m afraid you’re holding on to my arm too tightly.” He chuckled softly. 

You didn’t even realize your grip on him had tightened. Immediately, you released him. 

“I-I’m sorry-,”

“Don’t apologize. It’s okay. It’s easy for one to forget their strength.”

You looked down to where you had been holding him, afraid you’d left a bruise or something. 

Dettlaff took your attention away from the mark, turning your head back to him. 

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time.” He admitted a little quietly. 

You smiled, happy that he was interested in you. 

“Me too.” You nodded. 

He smiled softly. It was foreign, something you knew the man very rarely did. 

“Come on. I believe you have a mess to finish picking up.”

You sighed, nodding your head. Dettlaff turned, taking your hand in his. Together, you walked back to the crypt.

Taglist: @pressedinthepages @mishafaye @whitewolfandthefox @wolfyland07 @belalugosisdead @persephonehemingway @keira-hulmaster @dinonuggs69 @greatestauthorofmygeneration @shadow-hunters-lover @dancingwith-thesunflowers @tedi-fach-las @thecomfortofoldstorries @raspberrydreamclouds @natkowaa @disasteren @weathervanes-my-oneandlonely @onlyhenrys @wackylurker @criminaly-supernatural @magpie343 @permanently-exhausted-witcher @hina-chans-stuff @the-space-between-heartbeats @havenoffandoms @carriebee1 @ger-bearofrivia @naominami @writingawaymylife @reaganjenelle @theawkwardpedestrian @scarlettwitcher @badassspaceprincess @just-a-sad-donut @summersong69 @an--actual--human--disaster @rubyqueen819 @omgkatinka @c-a-v-a-l-r-y @vonxcon @mazakeen @bravelittlesunflower @thereagles @awkward-turtles-world @menalliha @cotton_mo @maan24

[reveniemus]

bard in a sharp

pt “1” | pt “2” | pt “3” | pt "4"of my wolf shifter au series

for @witcher-trick-or-treat, prompt: bite

a lil spice for the bard. 981 words. dubcon warning for enthusiastic make outs that lead to not-previously-agreed-upon vampire bites. also on ao3!

Jaskier doesn't often make a habit of taking people home after a gig. Usually he has to work early the next day, so he prefers to go to theirs, so he can leave when he wants and not have to awkwardly kick someone out of his flat before the coffee is finished brewing. So, really, Jaskier has no idea what gets into him when the bartender announces last call.

"Do you wanna get out of here? Maybe head back to mine...?” he asks, trying to keep his tone light and casual. His heart is racing, though, suddenly nervous that the other man will say no.

"Let's do it," the larger man says, smirking as he stands.

Jaskier follows suit and makes a surprised noise when he laces their fingers together.

"Alright?" he asks, and Jaskier nods.

Once they're outside, Jaskier goes to hail a cab when the man wraps his arms around Jaskier's waist, pulling him close. "I can't call a cab like this," he teases, and the man shrugs.

"Maybe I want a taste before we leave," he murmurs into the musician's neck, inhaling deeply.

"Oh," Jaskier whispers, leaning into the man's broad chest and letting his eyelids flutter at the feel of his lips against his pulsepoint. "We could... yeah, let’s do that," he breathes out, turning to face the other man.

He smirks and Jaskier feels a thrill go through his spine as he follows him into the alleyway beside the bar. "You smell wonderful," he says as he presses Jaskier against the wall. "I've been wanting to do this all night," he mumbles, mouthing at Jaskier's jaw, tongue darting out to taste his skin.

"You could've asked," Jaskier teases, arching his back as the man grazes his teeth against his neck.

"Would it have been that easy?" he asks, his hands gripping Jaskier's waist tighter.

"Gods, yeah, that feels amazing," he breathes out, eyes fluttering closed as the man lets out a low chuckle. Jaskier is about to ask what could possibly be so funny when something sharp pierces the skin above his collarbone, making him gasp softly. His body feels heavy and light all at once, like he's being pulled underwater. "Oh, I …” he trails off, his fingers twisting in the other man's shirt as he feels something warm and sticky travel down his collarbone. Jaskier loses track of time and his hands, lost in the floating feeling taking over his brain.

"Dettlaff!" a gruff voice breaks through the haze of Jaskier's mind, not enough to make him feel back to himself but enough to bring him back to the moment.

"Just a bit more, wolf," the man growls, his speech muffled from the way his mouth is still clamped on Jaskier's shoulder.

"No, that's enough," the gruff voice says, and Jaskier hears some shuffling before the pressure on his shoulder and waist are gone.

He sways a little, grateful for the wall's support as he tries (and fails) to understand what's happening. All he knows is that the floating feeling is ebbing away as a warm hand rests on his shoulder and Jaskier nearly melts into it.

"You've had your fill, Dettlaff; Eskel is taking you home," the gruff voice continues, and Jaskier hears the man — Dettloff — try to argue, but is cut off mid-sentence. "Go," he says and there's more shuffling and arguing before sandalwood and leather invades Jaskier’s senses.

"What's going on?" he asks, reaching up to grip the hand on his shoulder.

"Don't try to talk, just relax," the gruff voice says, and Jaskier pouts, realizing the words must not have come out right. The voice is close, he notices, and he thinks if he leans in a little he could inhale the comforting smell of the other man better. "Can you stand okay?" he asks, letting go of Jaskier’s shoulder.

"Um..." Jaskier sways again and makes a soft noise, grateful when the hand returns to his shoulder.

"Alright. Can you give me your address or should I use the one on your license?" the voice asks, and Jaskier thinks he's never heard such a lovely voice, but it could be because of the way his head is still feeling light and floaty and the man’s voice feels grounding, like it’s the one thing keeping him from floating away completely.

Jaskier tries to say something, but the words won't come out right. Thankfully, the man in front of him seems to understand.

"Alright, don't hit me," the man says and Jaskier wants to ask what he means but then he feels a hand in his pocket and he squeaks, but then it’s gone in a flash. "Thank you."

Jaskier opens his mouth to tell him there’s no need for gratitude considering he’s not the one completely out of his mind against a wall at some bar, but he thinks those words won’t come out right either.

He hears the man grumble something to himself and then Jaskier is being helped off the wall.

Jaskier wishes he were more in tune with everything in that moment because he feels like he’s missing something important.

"Come on, let’s get you home then, Julian," the man says, looping Jaskier's arm around his neck. Gods, Jaskier really hates that name. “Well I’m not going to call you Alfred, so you’ll have to stick with Julian til you get this out of your system.”

Shit, Jaskier didn’t mean to say that out loud. “You smell nice,” he says, and he winces because that wasn’t what he wanted to say either.

“Thanks, had time to shower before Dettlaff dragged me out here,” the voice answers and Jaskier wishes he could ask more questions, but then he’s being laid down somewhere and he thinks it would be so nice to just close his eyes, just for a second, and then he can ask this rough voiced angel his name.

[mellomadness]

“Novigrad is no longer safe for you, not after accidentally murdering your husband in your sleep. Wounded and needing a place to lay low, you head to Toussaint in hopes that your brother would be able to help you. Once you get there, you run into an old friend and find out that your brother already has his hands full, with a contract on his head and a Witcher on his tail. It seems that trouble runs in the family.”

______________________________________

HEY I POSTED MY FIC HAVE FUN

[tumbleweedtech]

@witcher-rarepair-summer-bingo​ Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dettlaff van der Eretein & Idarran of Ulivo, Dettlaff van der Eretein/Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy Characters: Idarran of Ulivo, Dettlaff van der Eretein, Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy Additional Tags: Mentioned Alzur, Child Abandonment, Idarran's Centipede Friend, Unethical Experimentation, Substance Abuse, Witcher Rarepair Summer Bingo Summary:

Idarran of Ulivo was a child left abandoned in the canals of Vizima.

But gifted with magic and incredible talent for mutations, he found a way to make his own friends.

This fic is a little bit of a wondering on how, exactly, Idarran may have found himself in Alzur's clutches.

 Witcher Rarepair Summer Bingo Prompt: Running Away Together

[sebdoeswords]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dettlaff van der Eretein/Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy Characters: Dettlaff van der Eretein, Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy Additional Tags: Post-Canon, dettlaff lives ending, Feelings Realization, or more like feelings development, Art, Painting, Light Romance, character focussed, Betaed, title prompt challenge fic july 2022

Summary:

Regis nodded. He was no great artist, though he did enjoy a bit of sketching sometimes, preferably botanical in nature, but he could understand the sentiment of need. The need to do something, say something, have something. Need was what had driven him most of his life.

After his blood brother's life was spared at Tesham Mutna, Regis sets out to find him. His journey takes him all the way to Etolia, near Nilfgaard. There, the two settle down at an abandoned farm, where Regis hopes Dettlaff may heal. Eventually, he does, and it all begins with paint.

[rallamajoop]

Geralt & Regis, PG, Missing scene, 1974 words In the three days following Dettlaff's ultimatum at Dun Tyne, Geralt and Regis search for him without success.

Geralt exhales sharply and looks away. "Regis," he begins again, having reached a decision, "I'm going to ask you something, and I need to hear the truth. Are you in love with Dettlaff?"

This was one of those weird ones that starts from a couple of lines, and doesn’t go quite where you thought it was going to. It’s wound up more slashy-gen than most of my Witcher-fic, for one thing, and is a substantially darker take on Dettlaff’s history than even I realised it was going to be. But whether Geralt’s (many) feelings for Regis are just that of a concerned friend (and whether Regis is an entirely reliable source on his own status) I think will have to be left mostly up to the reader - in the end, it turned out that wasn’t what this thing was trying to be about.

[thememack]

New chapter posted in Beside the Words You Read to Me (title is link).

[queenxxxsupreme]

Dettlaff SFW Alphabet

A/N: Okay so I had to do this to get a grasp of his character and how to write it. I hope this is good!

Affection (how affectionate are they, how do they show affection)  Dettlaff is extremely affectionate, but mostly when no one else is around. He always has to be near you, to be holding some part of you. Whether it’s your hand, the small of your back, his arm around your waist, his hand on your thigh or even his hand on your ass, this man has to be touching you. He needs to constantly be reassured that you are there with him and not some figment of his imagination because he can’t believe that someone as amazing and unparalleled as you is with him. 

Best friend (what would they be like as a best friend, how would the friendship begin) He is very closed off at first. He’s a hard one to become friends with and even harder to get to consider you a best friend. But you earn his trust and he instantly bonds to you. He likes to listen to you while you talk to yourself as you move around your house or your shop. He finds it interesting and somewhat odd that you talk to yourself so much. But it’s something that’s become endearing. He’s not much of a joker, but you make it your goal to make the Higher Vampire smile or laugh. You aren’t afraid of him and you know when he needs to be comforted or talked to versus when he needs to just be left alone. 

Cuddles (do they like to cuddle, how would they cuddle) You wouldn’t know it from looking at him, but the Higher Vampire is hands down the best cuddler ever. It comes over time, of course. He doesn’t just immediately start cuddling you. But when he finds that he’s able to be comfortable around you, when he feels safe, he’ll lay across the sofa between your legs as best as his long limbs will allow and plant his face on one of your thighs. He wraps one arm around your hips and the other comfortably holds your thigh. You’ll sit like this for hours, only moving sometimes when his weight on your leg makes it go numb. You’ll brush your fingers through his dark hair, sometimes reading out loud to him and other times, you just have quiet conversations. 

Domestic (do they want to settle down, how good are they at cooking and cleaning) He does want to settle down but he can’t cook. He’s tried to learn from watching you but he always manages to mess something up and the food ends up inedible. He can, however, clean rather well. He likes to help you clean up the house after you’ve made dinner. 

Ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it) He’d let you down softly, as careful as he could. He’d explain all the reasons why it didn’t work out or why he can’t stay. Your tears break his heart but he pushes that feeling aside just long enough to get out of sight. Then he loses it. 

Fiance(e) (how do they feel about commitment, how quick are they to want to get married) Dettlaff wants commitment but with Syanna, the last human he loved, he finds it hard to believe that anyone is worth becoming attached again. It takes him a while to open up to you and even longer to fully let you in. But once you are, the Higher Vampire is practically wrapped around your pinky finger. He’s old fashioned. He likes the idea of marriage but again he isn’t sure if it’s worth it.

Gentle (how gentle are they both physically and emotionally) His emotions are strong and while he doesn’t let you know exactly how he’s feeling, it’s very easy for you to tell what kind of mood he’s in. There are times when he feels everything so intensely that he can’t help but show it. Whether he be in a mood where all he needs is you, or if he’s angry at the world or someone who wronged him. 

Hugs (do they like hugs, how often do they do it, what are their hugs like) Dettlaff hugs you often, but mostly when no one is around because no one needs to know the dark and brooding Higher Vampire is soft™️. His hugs are firm and squeeze the air out of your lungs. He always wraps his long arms all the way around you, tucking your head under his chin and kissing the top of your head. 

I Love You (how fast do they say it) This many takes for-fucking-ever to tell you he loves you. Sure he shows it and actions often speak louder than words, but you can't help having doubts in the back of your mind. It takes him so long that you think maybe he’d never feel that way towards you. But then after a particularly stressful day, Dettlaff shuffles into the bedroom where you're sitting up on bed reading a book. He lays down carefully on the bed, his head in your lap. He whispers the words in Nilfgaardian, forgetting that you speak the language rather fluently. Your heart skips a beat and the book in your hand is discarded so you can card your fingers through his hair. You smile softly and confirm that you feel the same way. 

Jealous (how jealous do they get, what do they do when they are jealous) Dettlaff doesn't necessarily get jealous. He's more possessive than anything. But on the rare occasion he does get jealous, he falls silent and broods until you assure him he is your one and only. 

Kisses (what are their kisses like, where do they like to kiss, where do they like to be kissed) His kisses are fierce but gentle and always, always passionate. He’s so tender with you, afraid he could break his fragile little human. He likes to kiss your lips, of course, but he also likes to kiss the top of your head. He likes it when you leave kisses along his jaw and when you kiss his neck. He’s a sucker for neck kisses.

Little Ones (how are they around kids) Dettlaff is extremely good with kids. He has a scary and intimidating demeanor, but he's very warm with children. 

Mornings (how are mornings spent with them) Dettlaff can hear when you start to wake, when you groan softly and start to stretch your muscles. He’s holding you in his arms, you're curled into his chest. He kisses the top of your head, whispering a good morning to you. Things are quiet until you decide the day must begin. 

Nights (how are nights spent with them) Nights are also predominantly quiet. He's content with helping you clean up around the house and then when you try to talk him into sleeping, he usually protests. However, whenever he hasn't slept in a couple days, he gives in and climbs into bed, resting between your legs with his head on your lap. He makes sure you have a silver knife within reach just in case the worst happened. 

Open (when would they start revealing things about themselves, do they say everything at once or do they wait a while and reveal everything slowly) The Higher Vampire is more shut off than anyone you've ever met. It takes a while for him to warm up to you and a while longer for him to open up and become comfortable with telling you things about him. You’ll be telling him about something that reminds him of his childhood in Nazair and he will tell you little stories, stories you're sure no one else had the pleasure of previously hearing. After you prove to be trustworthy, he opens up about Sanna and tells you of the woman you'd only hear Regis mention once in a great while. After this, you begin to understand the Higher Vampire. 

Patience (how easily angered are they) His patience depends on what he's doing or who he's dealing with. If it's Geralt, he can be short with the witcher. Dettlaff is far more patient with you than any others. 

Quizzes (how much do they remember about you, do they remember every little detail you mentioned in passing, or do they kind of forget)  He remembers every single thing about you. He listens to every word you say and locks it away so he will never forget. 

Remember (what is their favorite moment in your relationship) By far, his favorite moment of your relationship is when he first set his eyes on you. You were in a tavern with a small group enjoying the quiet, rainy evening and sharing drinks. Regis talked Dettlaff into joining him and Geralt at the tavern. Your melodic laugh stood out, catching the Higher Vampire’s attention. You appeared so lively and so happy. Your eyes met his and unlike so many others who cowered away from the intimidating man’s gaze, you smiled at him. Soon enough, you were making your way over to the table with the two vampires and the witcher. You introduced yourself, your eyes staying on Dettlaff. Your confidence combined with your laugh and the kindness in your eyes seemed to cut through Dettlaff’s moody exterior. He introduced himself and took your hand, kissing your knuckles. From that moment on, he couldn’t picture life without you.

Security (how protective are they, how would they protect you, how would they like to be protected) This man makes sure you are safer than the Duchess herself. This can get a little annoying but you try to be patient with him and explain to him why it's not okay to hiss at anyone who walks too close. 

Try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks) He tries only on anniversaries. You don't go on many dates at all. You both prefer quiet nights at home. But on anniversaries, he goes all out. He finds flowers and your favorite sweets and gifts them to you along with a rather expensive necklace 

Ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs) He lets his emotions run his actions and his decision making. When anger overwhelms him, he becomes dangerous. 

Vanity (how concerned are they with their looks) This man effortlessly looks the part of an ancient vampire and he pulls it off so well. 100% he cares a lot about his looks. 

Whole (would they feel incomplete without you) He is his own person (or vampire) but you are a huge part of his life. He felt so empty for the longest time but then he found you and learned what he was missing. 

Xtra (random headcanon) He is a very good singer. No one would know if, but his voice is absolutely stunning. He doesn't sing very often though. He mostly hums when he's brushing his fingers through your hair. 

Yuck (what are some things they wouldn’t like, whether in a partner or in general) He can't stand strong scents. His nose is super sensitive so strong and overwhelming scents give him headaches. He also can't stand a disloyal and unfaithful partner. He can't stand being lied to. It literally makes him lose his shit. 

ZZZ (what are their sleeping habits like) Dettlaff sleeps very poorly. He doesn't make an effort to even try to sleep until he can't keep his eyes open. Nightmares plague his dreams and the fear of waking up violently to one of these nightmares is enough to keep him from sleeping around you. 

Taglist: @pressedinthepages @MishaFaye  @whitewolfandthefox @ayamenimthiriel @c-a-v-a-l-r-y @wolfyland07  @belalugosisdead @persephonehemingway @romancebibliophilia @keira-hulmaster @dinonuggs69 @shadow-hunters-lover @dancingwith-thesunflowers  @tedi-fach-las @thecomfortofoldstorries @raspberrydreamclouds @disasteren @weathervanes-my-oneandlonely @onlyhenrys @crazybutconfidentaf @criminaly-supernatural  @magpie343 @permanently-exhausted-witcher @hina-chans-stuff @the-space-between-heartbeats @havenoffandoms @carriebee1 @ger-bearofrivia @naominami @writingawaymylife @reaganjenelle @badassspaceprincess @theawkwardpedestrian @scarlettwitcher @badassspaceprincess @just-a-sad-donut @summersong69 @an--actual--human--disaster

[lesbianladyeboshi]

Fighting Dettlaff in The Witcher 3 Blood & Wine like: