#we love dettlaff in this house

[spellwing777electricboogaloo]

[rhenawed]

(I’m finally saying this cause because everytime I come across stuff like it, I just *eye twitch*)

PSA: We DO NOT tolerate hate or slander on any characters in this house, especially with Syanna and Dettlaff (plus Anareitta.) We accept here that they have their flaws, but can also love them deeply too. They are INTEGRAL to the story of Blood & Wine, but also to each other’s lives/stories! 

Sure, they can be criticized for their actions, but they were entitled to how they feel. However, they should never be written off or neither condoned for what they did. Honestly, their grief and anger all came from the same place, because, in the end, they aren’t that different from each other. Now, go play some Blood and Wine! 

[dandelion-bastard]

I made a thing @temerianwitch

[sheasp]

Tag dump.

[queenxxxsupreme]

Hi babe 🥰

Happy Valentine’s Day! 💕

Si, i gotta ask. How do you think Dettlaff would celebrate Valentine’s Day with his SO/reader?

A/N: I saw my chance to answer another ask so I took it!

***

You gently tugged at the blankets that covered Dettlaff’s sleeping form. 

“Dettlaff.” You sing-songed his name, a little smile tugging at the corners of your lips. 

The Higher Vampire groaned, readjusting the pillows that he had stuffed beneath his head, and tucked his nose into their warmth. 

You pulled away three different blankets from him, pulling them down to expose his bare shoulders to the cold air of the room. You moved from the foot of the bed to his side, your fingers trailing like feathers along his spine. 

“Come on, darling. You’ve been sleeping for three hours.”

 He shivered beneath your touch, your warm fingers a stark contrast to his chilly skin. 

“Lay down with me for just a moment, my love.” His words were muffled by the pillows but you could understand him just fine. 

“Now you know that isn’t a good idea.” You propped one knee up on the edge of the bed and leaned down to kiss the space behind his ear. “Then we’d never get out of bed.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad, does it?”

“No, but everyone will be here shortly for dinner.”

Finally understanding that he couldn’t stay in bed with you for the rest of the night, Dettlaff let out a heavy sigh and rolled over onto his back. He looked up at you for a few moments, icy blue eyes inspecting your features. 

“How many of them are coming? Just Regis and Orianna, I hope.”

“Well, they are coming. But so is Geralt and Yennefer, and Lambert and Aiden. Eskel is bringing someone too, though I haven’t met them yet.”

“You know, I think it would’ve been lovely if we had just made plans for ourselves and no one else.” His hand came up to cup your face.

“We can make plans for ourselves any other night of the year. Tonight, we can spend time with friends.” You leaned down to kiss his chest just above his heart. 

“We can make plans for friends any other night of the year.” He muttered. His hand trailed around to the back of your head, long and slender fingers carding through your hair. 

“Dettlaff.” You sighed softly. “You were excited about it when we put the plans together two weeks ago.”

“That was two weeks ago.”

“I should know better by now. My lovely introvert.” You teased as you leaned forward once more to kiss him. 

“You really should. You’d think you’d learn your lesson after spending half a decade with me.”

You were glad to see he was in a good mood. Hopefully that meant this evening would go over smoothly. 

“Come on.” You patted his chest and slipped out of the bed. “We’re going to go for a little walk before anyone gets here just so we can have some time to ourselves. I’ll be leaving a note on the table should anyone arrive early.”

“Regis.” Dettlaff grumbled as he sat up.

“He does like being punctual.”

***

The moon hung high in the sky, shining down through the thick tree canopies. 

Dettlaff walked alongside you, your arms woven together as you leaned into him. 

“I think it will be fun.” You thought out loud.

“What will?” He turned his head to look at you.

“Spending the night with friends. Well, they’re practically family, aren’t they?”

“You could say that.” Dettlaff nodded. “Though I think it would’ve been wiser to spend Valentine’s night with you alone in our home than crowded around a table with a bunch of loud dogs.”

“Hindsight is 20/20.” You giggled. “Don’t worry, darling. You’ll have plenty of time after they leave to spend alone with me.”

He grumbled something incoherent under his breath. 

“I do appreciate you agreeing to this, Dettlaff.” You came to a stop and turned to face him. “I know crowds aren’t your favorite and you aren’t one for socializing. It means a lot to me that you suggested we do something like this tonight.”

His blue eyes stayed on you as his hand came up to brush a stray piece of hair behind your ear. 

“I know how much you enjoy their company. And I’m willing to sacrifice my sanity for a few hours to see you happy.”

You smiled.

“But that isn’t my only gift for you. I do have something else.” He dug his hand into the pocket of his coat. “Can I see your wrist please?”

“Which one?”

“Either one.”

You gave him your left, watching as he clasped a silver bracelet around your wrist. Before letting you go, he brought your wrist to his mouth, pressing a tender kiss to the veins on the underside of your wrist. 

“It isn’t much, but it made me think of you when I saw it.” He explained, nervously shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “Well, not exactly you. I-I thought that it would remind you of me. I know I’m not always around. Sometimes I’m gone with Regis and other times I’m just…. So I wanted you to have something that reminded you of me.”

You turned your wrist around, examining the piece of jewelry. There was a little bat charm on it that made you smile. 

“Dettlaff, it’s beautiful.”

“You like it?”

“I do.” You nodded, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders and squeezing him tightly. “Thank you.”

He hugged you back, tucking his nose into your shoulder. 

“I have something for you too.” You pulled away, keeping one hand on his shoulder. “But it’s back home.”

“Let’s finish our walk and we can go back.” 

***

You led the way down the hall towards your shared bedroom with Dettlaff. 

He listened to the way your heart picked up pace, the way it changed from that of the flap of a butterflies wings to something more akin to a hummingbird. You were excited. 

You guided him over to the bed and gestured for him to sit.

“Stay here and close your eyes. I’ll go grab it. It’s in my study.”

He sat down on the edge of the bed, eyes following you as you left the room. 

“Are your eyes shut, Dettlaff?”

“Of course, my heart.” He answered, closing his eyes.

“Will you keep them shut?”

“Do you not trust me?” He teased.

“Don’t use any of your vampiric magic either.”

He grinned a little. Though his eyes were shut, he could still tell exactly where you were in the house. You were in the closet in your study, moving things around. You cursed a little and muttered under your breath about how cluttered things were. After a few moments, however, you were making your way back towards the bedroom. 

Dettlaff couldn’t figure out what it was that you were gifting him. It had no smell, no taste that tainted the air. It emitted no sound. He listened more carefully, but was dumbfounded. All the ideas that had been forming in his head were disappearing. 

“Darling, can I open-,”

“No.” You answered quickly, your voice sounding strained. “Keep them shut just-just a moment longer.”

It took all of the Higher Vampire’s self control to not open his eyes and see what it was that you had. But he didn’t want to upset you. He didn’t want to ruin your surprise. 

You grunted a little and there was a deep thunk. 

“Damn.” You cursed quietly.

“Is all well, my love?”

“Yes, yes. Just fine. You can open your eyes now.”

Dettlaff opened his eyes and instantly found you standing in front of him with a wide smile on your lips. Your hands were clasped together in front of you and you were messing with your fingers. 

“I know how frustrated you get when you can’t find a mirror that works for you.” Your voice was quiet and timid. You stepped aside to reveal a large square mirror leaning against the dresser behind you. “The ones I have here, they are made with silver. So I had one specially made for you.”

Dettlaff’s lips parted as he looked at the mirror, seeing his own reflection in the surface. He couldn’t find the words to express what was going through his head. 

Being that you weren’t sure how to take his silence, you continued to talk, your nervous ramblings getting the best of you.

“I know you like to get ready in the mornings with me and it puts quite a damper on the mood when you can’t see yourself. And-And you do take pride in your looks. You’re a dashing man-,”

“My heart?”

“Yes?”

“Come here.” He held his hand out for you.

You moved towards him, settling between his parted knees with your hands in his. 

“Thank you.” He kissed your knuckles. “That was very kind of you. And very expensive, I presume.”

“That doesn’t matter.” You shook your head, reaching one hand around to place it on the back of Dettlaff’s head. You pulled his head into your chest and kissed his hair. “I wanted to do something for you.”

“And all I got you was a little bracelet.”

“It isn’t a competition of who gave the most expensive gift, Dettlaff.” You reminded him, pulling away so you could get a better look at him. “I’ve been planning this for a while, and it just happened that I had the means for now.”

His eyes lingered on you, a little smile on his lips. 

“I am the luckiest creature alive, you know that right?”

“Oh, perhaps.” You grinned, giving him a chaste kiss. “I should go start dinner. I’m surprised Regis and Orianna-,”

A knock from the other room cut you off.

“You spoke too soon.” Dettlaff sighed. “It’s only Regis and Orianna. Hopefully the wolves are late.”

“Knowing them, they probably will be.” You moved towards the bedroom door. But at the last minute, you turned to look back at him. “I love you, Dettlaff.”

“I love you more, my heart.” 

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[erinbeast]

Meet my cats:

Willa, Goddess of the household also the eldest at 18.

Izzy, the black void that stares back and also scratches. Cranky girl of the house. Likes to be alone thank you very much.

Bors Purrdinand “Dettlaff” the Fierce. His story in shared throughout my tumblr.

Hobbs, newest addition. Was one of the strays we’ve been feeding, one day he was suffering from the Arizona heat so we brought him inside, just got him tested for FIV/FLV and he’s negative so we can keep him. Totally loves scritches even if he’s a little stiff at first. LOVES to rub on me and mum.

[of-toussaint]

Notes From Corvo Bianco

Chapter: 5/5 (complete)

Rating: M (implied/offscreen smut)

Words: 2.2k (chapter) /11.4k (total)

Relationships: Regis/Dettlaff/Geralt/Jaskier/Yennefer

Summary: The retired life of Geralt and his family, as told through notes, transcripts, and found correspondences.

(read chapter 5 below, or on AO3)

A poster affixed to the wall just outside the main entrance to the Cockatrice Inn:

“As the seasons turn, so turn we all to the responsibilities and reveries attendant to the end of the year! Be it known far and wide that the time has come to celebrate the Festival of the Vat. Merriments to be held throughout the palace grounds and the city of Beauclair, on the eve of the new moon. With honor to this year’s Beauties, Lady Vivienne de Tabris and Martinette Sebarine, and their faithful Youths, Guillaume de Launfal and Lord Jacques de Vedette. Come one, come all!” 

After a wedding reception, near the stables on the grounds of Corvo Bianco:

Ida: (giggling and skipping a little, lifting the hem of her dress and swishing it in time with her steps) Say it again, Eto. Once more, say it again.  

Ettore: (grinning, a little starry-eyed) Adorata. Bellissima. My wife. My lovely bride. 

I: You love me? 

E: My adoration for you is without bound. I love you as the sea loves the shore. As the bird loves the sky.  

I: Oh, I know, I know! (grabbing his hand and squeezing) Oh, and I love you. How I love you. Husband. What a word.  

(she reels him into her arms, tipping them both back against the side of the barn. The flowers woven into her hair gleam bluely in the moonlight, and she kisses him, alternately pausing to giggle and whisper the word “husband” to herself.) 

E: (mock serious) So does this mean we must now be respectable? Leave the delights of our youth behind us, comport ourselves with the dignity that is the domain of the married and the settled? 

I: Pfff. Wash your mouth with soap.  

E: You’d cast aside your chance to make a solemn man of me? 

I: If you were solemn I wouldn’t have wanted you.  

E: I wonder what it is you wanted me for, in that case.  

I: Get over here and I’ll remind you.  

(they retreat around the corner of the barn, deeper into the shadows) 

E: Wha— 

I: (mortified) Oh. 

(two sets of eyes look back at them in clear embarassment. For a moment, they mirror each other: four sheepish faces, four pairs of kiss-reddened lips, Eto’s hands on Ida’s waist neatly akin to Geralt’s hands buried under the rumpled hem of Jaskier’s shirt. The older men step away, out into the moonlight.) 

J: Ahem. Ah—fancy meeting you two here. Exquisite evening, wouldn’t you say?  

I: I—er—yes. Sorry to bother you, messeres, we were just— 

J: Ah, no, quite the same as us I’m sure, simply out for a stroll! 

E: Enjoying the... ah. Stars. 

G: (grimaces) 

J: (takes in their attire) Oh, but I’m such an ungracious fool, you’re the newlyweds. Melitele’s blessings upon you, what a day you must’ve had. Surely you must want to continue your walk uninterrupted, we’ll just—(he elbows Geralt pointedly in the ribs)—right, well, I’m sure we’ll see one another at a more opportune moment. Geralt, darling? Let’s leave them alone, shall we? 

G: (nods) Congratulations to you both. 

(Turning their backs, they make a hasty retreat in the direction of the house. Ida and Eto watch them go.) 

I: … I can’t believe it. Am I still living? Feel as though my heart’s like to give out.  

E: That was... unexpected, to be sure.  

I: We were... ha! And they... hee, they were...  

(her face drops into her hands, chuckles quickly transforming into uncontrollable brays of laughter. Wrapping arms around her, Eto lowers them to sit at the base of the wall, laughing with her and burying his face in her hair.) 

I: Oh, I can’t breathe. I can’t believe them! I can't believe us! Respectability, you were saying. Something about dignity.  

E: Adorata, I believe I may have been mistaken. Dignity is for people who have fewer kisses to share.  

I: Finally, you talk sense. C’mon, husband. Walk me home. Let’s see if we can find any respectability hiding between the sheets and the blankets of our bed.  

E: As fine a place to look as any, my love. Lead the way. 

Letter from the road:

VII Velen 1277

“Finally have a moment to put ink to paper. That last stretch of travel was too long. Lambert and I split ways two days ago—he and the witch are headed back north, and they plan to winter there. He said he has a few loose ends to take care of up that way, and Keira’s on her way back to court. Whose court? The gods only know. As long as she doesn’t try to civilize Lambert, I suspect it probably doesn’t matter. He’s still persona non grata in more than a few places frequented by the high and mighty, but she knows that already. After all this time, she still finds him endearing. It’s been good to see him have that. 

I’m in—gods, what even is the name of this hole? Doesn’t matter. An inn all but collapsing into the river bank, but it’s a roof over my head, and dinner was warm stew and cold ale. Planning to cross into Mag Deira tomorrow. I’ve got leads on a couple contracts and some personal business down here. With any luck, they’ll go by quick. 

(The personal business, incidentally, also says hello. Doesn’t know if you’ll recall when the two of you crossed ways, though. Says to tell you Salma of Novigrad certainly remembers you, and took your advice. She’s Salma of Metinna now. And was concerned enough about me telling you where she was—and that she was with me—until I mentioned who and what you’ve settled in with. It gave her a good laugh. Think we’re going to stick together for a while.) 

If your offer to ride out the cold weather this year still holds, I’ll be back in Toussaint in a savaed or so. Maybe with company. 

Keep the place standing, Wolf. I’ll see you again soon.” 

A page torn from the notebook of the ducal seneschal:

XII Velen 1277

Preparations for the festival are very near to in place: 

- The palace kitchens have been amply provisioned, and suitable seating for la Duquessa’s private feast following the main ceremony has been determined. 

- Groundskeepers have worked night and day on the gardens, and the condition of the grounds is immaculate. 

- Entertainment has been procured. In something of a surprising gesture, Her Grace has invited the troubadour Dandelion to play the night’s main set on the steps of the palace itself. This has created a stir among the court, and is certain to draw a larger crowd even than last year’s spectacular turnout. 

Transcript of a conversation overheard at the Festival of the Vat:  

Regis: (conversing with an admirer in the crowd, watching as Jaskier finishes one song and begins the next) … and you know, he’s always had a gift for the creation of beauty. Even on the road, when one might expect the toils of travel to get the better of a man. Always writing, always bringing some new song into being. A truly remarkable talent, and truly gracious to share it with us so freely, wouldn’t you say? 

(Geralt and Yennefer step up behind him) 

G: (laying a hand on Regis’ shoulder) Extolling our bard’s virtues? Don’t let him hear you. It’ll go right to his head.  

Y: Gods forbid.  

R: Ah, well, I’m feeling indulgent. Festivities like this do inspire in one a certain fond conviviality. (waving) A pleasure to meet you, my good man, but if you’ll kindly excuse me.  

(the man he’d been talking with nods, and walks away, leaving the three of them alone with each other among the press of the crowd) 

Y: Enjoying the night, then? 

R: Immeasurably, yes. Good people, full of life! Charming music, and better company. 

G: Food’s good, too. Brought you this. (smiling, he hands Regis one of a palmful of tiny, sugar-dusted pastries. Yennefer daintily picks one from his palm, as well, popping it into her mouth with relish) 

R: What are these?  

G: (deadpan) Sweets.  

Y: You eat them. Surely you’re familiar with the concept.  

R: Quite. (mischievous) Unless, perhaps, they have another use...? 

(quick as a flash, his hand reaches out, brushing powdered sugar down the bridge of her nose) 

Y: You...! 

G: (laughing) You know, I don’t think that works with your outfit. I’ll fix it.  

(before she can react, he leans forward, and licks the end of her nose) 

Y: (glaring) I never thought to meet anyone so eager to part with their lives.  

R: Oh, my dear, I apologise for taking such liberties with your person. I refuse, however, to apologise for attempting to make you smile. It is a rare and magnificent beauty, and you can hardly blame me for wanting to see it again. 

Y: … charmer. (as though against her will, the corner of her mouth quirks in amusement) 

R: I do thank you for the pastries. They are delightful. Where did you find them? 

G: (gesturing with his head) Over by the gate. Miller’s daughter made them. 

R: Ah, yes. I’ve met the little thing, a very dear girl. Wasn’t her father by the estate a few weeks ago? I could have sworn I witnessed Marlene taking a delivery of grain from the man.  

Y: I believe you’re correct. We’ll have to ask Marlene if she knows how to make these, or can get the recipe. For Midinváerne, perhaps?  

G: Yule’s a ways off. Think you’ll still be here for it? 

R: I wonder the same. You’re not eager to rush off to your winter business in Aedirn this year? 

Y: (almost shy) Almost all of my business can be completed here, and what cannot is easily conducted via megascope or, should it come to it, portal. I... find myself reluctant to leave. 

(from behind, Geralt wraps his arms around her stomach, and rests his chin on her shoulder. Regis steps forward to take her hands in his own, eyes twinkling. She accepts with a softly hummed acknowledgement, returning his smile. ) 

R: It would be rank hypocrisy on the part of any of us to begrudge you the freedom to roam afield as you see fit, but I admit I’m glad to hear you say that. Every moment with you is a treasure, my dear. That we might enjoy more of them... 

Y: Sentimentality, vampire. You know how I feel about it. 

G: (warm) We love you too, Yen. 

Majordomo’s journal:

XXXI Velen 1277

With the changing of the seasons comes a palpable slowing of daily life. As the air grows cooler—though yet remains mild, as is eternally the character of our fair land—and the nights lengthen, we perform the same subtle alchemy upon ourselves as upon the year’s harvest. As the fruit of our labors begins its long period of rest and improvement, so, too, do we settle ourselves nearer the hearth to pause and reflect. 

I am not the only soul feeling the call of the winter. The urge to surround oneself with good company, with the warmth of family, is making itself felt in all corners of the household. In the lull that has followed the last of the harvest, madama Yennefer has seemed eager to ensure that none of the vineyard staff—the vast majority of whom remain nearby, even now—pass more than a handful of days without some manner of connection back to us. Together with messeres Regis and Dettlaff (who appears to participate more out of curiosity at messere Regis’ involvement than anything), she has directed the kitchens to produce a steady outpouring of baked goods and mulled wine. These they have been delivering, by means of regular excursions to the outlying cottages, to our workers and their families. She has invited more than a handful to sup with us from time to time. A few have begun to accept the invitation with regularity. 

Indeed, it seems that this summer has served to ensure our lady feels more at home here than ever before. To the delight of all, she has related that she intends to winter with us this year. I hardly need describe the joyful air this has lent to the estate. Early this very morning, as I was preparing to assist Marlene with the breakfast preparations, I happened upon messere Geralt seated on the bench just outside the front door. In the light of the dawn the yellow of his eyes shone as though gilded. Though I have known the man now for years, I do not fool myself that I will ever be skilled in deciphering his expressions. And yet— 

Having noticed him there, I felt compelled to inquire. “Is all well, messere?” I asked him. At my words, he turned those shining irises on me. Once, perhaps, this would have alarmed me.  

“Everything,” he replied, and his voice was as soft as ever I’ve heard it, “is great, BB.” He smiled, then, and returned his gaze to the golden horizon. 

“Everything is perfect.”  

Undeniably, this was a summer to be cherished in memory. But that the year draws to a close is no misfortune. Autumn embraces us, winter soothes us, and every sunrise is but a reminder that on the horizon lies another summer.  

Though we must leave behind us these months of light and revelry, I know, deep within me, that the days ahead will be even lovelier still. 

[crowleyellestair]

hi! if i could make a request, could you do a fic of regis x reader of them spending time together in beauclair (perhaps meandering through the marketplace?) :)

AN// I hope you enjoy : ) I’m glad people want Emiel in their life too. Thank you for requesting : )

 Y/n had been bent over the pools of color, kids and women using their hands and large spoons to sift through them. Small, heavy waves were formed as they did so, the hues rich and just what she had been looking for. While she didn’t need fabric pigment, the materials and pressed items would hopefully be available for purchase to make resin dye. The sun had been hitting just right throughout the pool of yellow next to her, where a beam of light reflected into her eye. It hadn’t really mattered, as she used a hand to cover her gaze, but there was suddenly a figure covering her. Her hand dropped and her wide eyes flew to red ones that smiled back. A smile spread throughout her visage as the familiar kindness registered.

“Regis, you scamp. I thought you were going to forget. You are late.” Her tone was light and playful, her smile never fading. Her last sentence as accented by her finger tapping the back of his hand that clutched his satchel.

“I would never miss time with you.” The hand she couldn’t see reached around, flower in hand. His pinky brushed hair behind her ear, making room for the stem of the flower. His thumb brushed gently over her cheekbone just for a moment. “I am aware that it can’t possibly compare to your beauty, but I thought the pink camellia was very fitting. You see, the pink strains stand for longing. Though, I must admit I contemplated the white and red as well, both meaning love, passion and adoration…what?” The vampire’s explanation being cut off by his lover giggling.

“I missed you.” A bright smile flashed over him for a moment, it quickly closing to a grin as they were in public. Though, it meant a lot to her that he shows his fangs in her presence, especially when he usually doesn’t in the same room as friends. His eyes fell shut as he bent at the waist minutely in a full bodied, curt nod.

Regis had been away for a month, Y/n staying in their shared place alone. She completely understood- encouraged even, as he was helping Dettlaff with the events that unfolded not but three months ago. He knew she was sincere in her approval with helping his Blood Brother, Y/n knowing the other Higher Vampire, and what he had gone through.

“I apologize for missing the time we set. I missed you as well. More than I can say.” His hand uncurled itself from his satchel strap, and she quickly placed hers within it. He brought the hand up to his lips, placing a kiss on her knuckles. He let their hands lower, but he kept hers firmly grasped within his. Her smile dropped to a knowing and bashful grin, her head snapping to the woman she had been talking to earlier, who’s letting her know the merchant arrived.

She won’t admit it, but it had been hard without him. Y/n was perfectly capable on her own, but she missed Regis dearly. He had once told her of his theory after reading a book called Six Degrees. While he admired logic and was whimsical with philosophy, he had a romantic side. The vampire had told her that it was possible that some people were meant to find each other; that destiny wanted certain people to meet. Of course, the complex enigma that he is, would never repeat the theory again, but it was something she cherished. Y/n’s life went on without him, but it wasn’t the same anymore. The man had found his way into her life and heart, much to his own dismay. While he empathized with humans, he hadn’t wanted to become attached to one, certainly not in love. But his soul, too, yearned for her. He knew he needed to make her happy, keep her healthy. He didn’t have the same pack need that Dettlaff had, but he needed her to feel whole. Something had been missing from his heart since Stygga, he just hadn’t known what.

Y/n had received the materials for her dye and the two made their way to the main market. Y/n’s hand had secured itself in the crook of his elbow, his hands being returned to their normal spot on his satchel strap. There hadn’t really been too much to look at that wasn’t normally there. The stalls had better merchandise than one would find in Novigrad or Oxenfurt, though it was somewhat familiar. They spotted the painter Geralt had a contract with who had made him the… heroic portrait. There were laughs to be had and jests to be told.

There had been one seller who had made masks, the two trying them on and disguising their voices to best match their new personas. A stand on the end of a row had pastries, though the old man clearly put paprika on his rolls instead of cinnamon. He used so much of the spice, there was a cloud of it, throwing Y/n into a fit of sneezes. Regis couldn’t stop throwing jests her way about the variety of sneezes emanating from her, one being that of the kitten, another strong enough to put the big bad wolf to shame. Regis and Y/n stood, watching the newest bard band, trying to impersonate Dandelion, trying to speculate what he’d have to say about the performance.

Y/n hadn’t really had an aim, the dye being the only thing she actually needed. But it was nice, the two finally being together and not stuck in the house. They stayed, galivanting about until the sun had started to set. Regis would walk her back to their home, but he wouldn’t stay. Regis knew that if he did, he’s heart would convince him that he couldn’t leave. The Higher Vampire hadn’t planned to be with Dettlaff too much longer, the other seeming to come back into the light faster than expected. Regis wanted to make it up to her, and so had apparently Dettlaff, knowing how close the two of them were. Entwined souls bound by faith and love.

[benisalilbitch]

Hello :D I am sending you two witcher characters to rate. So drum roll ......Detlaff annnnnd Regis. Thank you and I really like reading your blog.

Thank you so much!! I'm glad you like my humble lil blog.

Also, finally, finally, I will rate Dettlaff and Regis. I'm sorry to that first anon that I took way too long, but I needed to know more about my boys and I just love them! So here they are, the hottest vampires of all Toussaint!

Dettlaff van der Eretein

Hot, feral vampire boy? Fuck yeah I would bang this hot fucker. 15/10

When I started this ask game, I didn't understand why people wanted me to rate Dettlaff so much since he clearly was kind of monster-looking... Which I wasn't complaining at all, he still looked very hot while being all feral. But then I finally saw him like he really was and oh boy. My heart just couldn't take it. Watching Dettlaff being so hot, gorgeous and unbothered took my whore ass back to my Twilight days where I was thirsting after edgy vampire boys.

I do have a thing for deep voices and angry looking dark (also ginger bc of my bae Olgierd) haired men and then you add the fact that this fucker is a vampire? It marks all my boxes twice. Dettlaff has this dark aura around him that makes him one hot mf and my slutty ass cannot take it. How did Geralt tried to fight him the first time he met him instead of straight up fucking this guy? I have absolutely no idea, even more since Geralt is a thot himself and fucks everything and everyone.

Dettlaff is definitely into some kinky shit. If you thought being a vampire was kinky enough, you clearly haven't fucked with this guy... Neither have I, tbh but I'm more than willing to find out. They have a sexdungeon and regenerational habilities, of fucking course they put them to good use, you can bet your whore ass on that. Unlike Emhyr, Dettlaff gives me soft dom vibes. My boy is clearly very emotional, loving and tender and I just know I'll be in good hands with my hot vampire man.

Dettlaff is also one of the hottest names I've heard and yes, I also have a thing for names. You think I wanna be saying some boring guy's name like Bob, Kyle, Geralt or Josh while getting fucked? Absolutely fucking not. We stan hot men with hot names in this house. I plan on taking care of my best vampire boy once this is done because what was done to him was so fucking unfair and I will kill anyone who hurts my baby again with my own bare hands. I haven't finished the DLC yet, but I can only say we go by "bros before hoes" in this house, so you get the idea of what ending I might get.

Dettlaff can take me to prom and kiss my neck when I ask him to turn me into a vampire anytime... Provided that he actually shows me some of that kinky shit he's into right after. (Twilight reference lmao look it up)

Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy

Smart and poetic is definitely the new sexy. I will bang my hot romantic vampire boy anytime. 13/10

I will slam Regis a bit because I make fun of people I like (Geralt), so just know this is tough love. But first let's talk about his whole "hot guy with that hasn't slept in 3 days and only smokes cigs for meals" aesthetic because I'm definitely digging it. His hair gives me strong Edward Cullen vibes and holy shit do I wanna touch that hair.

I just die whenever Regis clutches his cute bag because that is so adorable, like; boy, you're a hot ass mf vampire. How the fuck do you look so fucking cute and precious? I love him. Also, he's very well mannered and a total gentleman, I'm sure. I'd definitely love to take Regis to a nice dinner, as long as he shows me the sex dungeon he has with Detlaff afterwards

What makes Regis so fucking hot and attractive is his mind. My boy just has a way with words that you just won't be able to refuse whatever he asks. The way he speaks and talks about things? Edward Cullen's edgy ass wishes he could. Regis is such a romantic and holy fuck isn't it hot when he teases Geralt and mocks him a bit? We just love sarcastic men that don't fear witchers and make fun of their insecurities.

His way of talking is definitely his strong suit and he knows it. Regis only needs to say a few lovely words and I'd be down on my knees in a minute.

Send me The Witcher 3 characters and I'll rate them along with my thot thoughts.

[gauntie-o-dimm]

Dettlaff | Let Me Show You

Prompt: “Do you even still love me?”

Word count: 1800+ Warnings: Smut, swearing, angst

I stared aimlessly at the flames of the fireplace, a book resting on my legs. I didn't pay attention to the words. Instead, the letters danced around before my eyes as soon as I tried to read them. I tossed the book onto the sidetable, standing up to stretch my limbs. A nagging feeling had grown in the pit of my stomach. In a few minutes, my lover Dettlaff would return home after a long day of working on whatever kept him busy. He would gobble up his food without saying anything and go straight to bed afterwards, where he would be laying sound asleep within two minutes. It made me feel sad, his lack of passion. It was if he only had me at his side to cook for him. It had to be already three months ago since the last time we had sex, and I missed him. However, every time I tried to talk to him he swayed it off, telling me he was tired in that grumpy voice of his. I poured myself a goblet of wine, drinking in some strength as I brought it to my lips, my eyes occasionally shooting to the door as I stood leaned against the countertop. Tonight, he couldn't dance around the subject anymore, for I had not made him anything to eat this time and skipped the trip to the market. There was nothing edible left in our cupboards. I was fully aware that Dettlaff might become furious, but I had to do this for my own sake and the sake of our relationship. I heard the front door open, stumbling in the hall. That had to be Dettlaff, taking off his boots and frock coat. My breath hitched in my throat as his heavy footsteps approached.

'Hello, Dettlaff.'

He didn't greet me, instead glanced at me with suspicious eyes. 'Why don't I smell any food?' I felt the tears spring to my eyes immediately. 'I didn't buy any, so there is nothing in the house. Let's just sit down, please.' I sat down on the couch, just hoping he would follow my lead. Slowly, he sunk down onto the plush surface. 'I wanted to talk to you about something that has been bothering me.' He looked at me frowning, his eyes slightly widening in concern as he looked at my sad face. 'What happened? Did somebody hurt you?' I swallowed. 'No, Dettlaff. Not physically, no.' He rubbed his chin. 'What do you mean with that?' 'There is someone who hurts me emotionally. Every single day.' He shot up from his chair, his hands balling to fists. 'Who is that fucker?! Tell me, and I will kill them!' I shook my head, standing up as well. 'Dettlaff, it would be very hard to hurt yourself.' His lips slightly parted as realization washed over him that I was in fact talking about himself. 'What do you mean, (Y/n)? You're scaring me...' He cupped my cheeks, searching my face for signs of hurt. I flinched at his rough grip, and he released me immediately, now resting his hands on my shoulders. 'You... You're just never there for me... Every day you come home, not saying a word, eat your food and go to sleep.' Tears had started leaking down my face. Dettlaff had started to wipe them away, but the stream was endless. 'I miss you, Dettlaff. You don't pay attention anymore. It's been days since you last gave me a kiss before you left or before bed.' I sniffed, breaking eye-contact with him for a second as I stared into the room.

'Sometimes I am wondering... Do you even still love me?'

His face filled with concern and hurt. '(Y-Y/n), don't say that!' His voice trembled. Dettlaff held my face between his hands. 'Look at me, (Y/n).' I met his eyes, which were glazed over. 'You mean so much to me. You are the only one that loves me. The only one that cares.' 'Regis cares, right? You spend so much time with him, why do I matter? Because I cook for you?' Dettlaff's cheeks were now tear stained as well. '(Y/n), you are the most beautiful woman I've ever met. You are so caring, so kind to everyone. I admire your entire human being, you fill me with joy and love. In the future, every time you need me, just say the word and I will be there.' His words truly hit me, but I wanted more than just an oral promise. 'Next time you come home, it will be the same song all over again.' 'Don't say that.' Dettlaff's grip tightened around my wrists. 'Don't you fucking say that.' I looked at him with a slight feeling of fear, not sure of how he would react. 'Let me show you how fucking much I love you.'

He smashed his lips onto mine, hungrily forcing his tongue into my mouth. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me into him as he kissed me senselessly. My fingers raked through his black, thick hair as my body naturally reacted to his sudden affection. His hand went down to squeeze my butt. I hummed lowly into his mouth, pushing him towards the couch, breaking the kiss for a second. As soon as his behind hit the surface, my hands flew to my dress, unlacing the front of it. Dettlaff looked at me, his tongue flicking over his lips. I slipped my gown from my body, remaining in nothing but my underwear. He swallowed visibly, his fingers undoing his button up shirt. I was happy he wasn't wearing his heavy, complicated coat anymore or this would've taken ages. He pulled me on top of him as soon as I took it from his body. He nibbled at my bottom lip, his hands grabbing my waist. 'If there isn't any food in the house, I should eat something else for dinner.' I understood what he meant, grinding against his stomach, all the way up to his chest. Dettlaff nuzzled his nose against my covered core, making me moan. His fingers hooked around my panties, tugging them down. I straddled his face, sinking down on top of his mouth. I let out a hum as his lips latched onto my womanhood, his tongue entering my vagina in the process. I leaned my hands on the couch, starting to grind against him. His mouth nipped my labia, his teeth grazing against my clit. Moans left my lips as I rode his face, his hands tightly on my butt as he guided me on his tongue. I nearly forgot how to breathe as his tongue plunged in and out of me, swirling over the rosy lips. 'You taste so good.' His voice was deep and I might orgasm from just listening to it. I closed my eyes, groaning softly. I rubbed myself over his face, my juices all over his cheeks and chin. Dettlaff chuckled, sending vibrations through my clitoris. I felt my orgasm coming up, the nerves in my womanhood more sensitive than ever. The vampire sucked roughly on my pussy, making it drip even more. 'Fuck yes, Dettlaff.' My stomach was on fire, coming closer and closer to release the tension into a state of bliss. I locked eyes with Dettlaff, his pupils dark and dilated. One of his hands managed to sneak between my thighs. He tried to pinch my clit, his fingers slipping away each time he tried to, driving me crazy. I was about to burst onto his face, placing my hands on the arm rest of the couch, speeding up my grinds.

'Fuck...' I released my high in his face, making him croon against me. My chest heaved up and down as I tried to fill my lungs with oxygen again, finishing my high by brushing my swollen labia over his tongue some more. 'That was the best dinner I could wish for.' I let out a light giggle, crawling off him. He swiped his finger across his chin and cheeks, nipping the drops from his skin. I leaned down to kiss him. I could taste myself on his tongue. His hands went to his belt to unbuckle it. He spun me around so he was on top of me, dipping his head down to suck on my neck. I clawed in his dark locks, scraping my nails against his scalp. He nibbled on my skin, leaving lovebites. 'I fucking love you. Do you believe me?' I nodded, my voice too weak to speak. Without a warning, he pushed his cock into me, making my toes curl up. He moaned lowly, kissing my neck yet again. 'Don't ever think I don't love you anymore. I truly do. I love you so much... So much...' Dettlaff was groaning right now, his breath shivering with ecstasy. 'I would never want to live without you. And I fucking live forever.' My fingers buried themselves into the skin of his back, scratching it open. He didn't seem to mind, even looked like he enjoyed it. His cock pumped in and out of me, pulsating against my g-spot. He pressed open mouthed kisses on my chest, his tongue flicked against the buds. I let out little gasps as he sped up, thrusting harder, deeper. I was afraid the neighbors could hear the erotic sound of Dettlaff's cock entering me, a soggy noise that made me feel so turned on. He slammed his hips into mine, making me feel dizzy. 'Dettlaff...' I cooed, pulling him as close as I could. His lips grazed against my neck yet again, nipping at the most sensitive spots as his fingers ran over my waist, holding it protectively. My second orgasm of the day came over me, and the planet stopped spinning. I arched my back, mewling his name as I felt him spill his seed deep inside of me. '(Y/n)...' Dettlaff simply said, humping a few more times before his limp cock left me. He laid down, putting his arms around my body. Our legs entangled and we just laid there for a good ten minutes, trying to recover from our intense highs.

'I meant it when I said you should never doubt the fact again that I love you unconditionally. Because I do, (Y/n). You are the best thing that ever happened to me.' I brushed a few strands of hair from his face, pecking his lips. 'I love you, too, Dettlaff. And I know that you love me. But please, please give me more attention. I really need you sometimes.' He looked at me with loving eyes, admiring every inch of my face as his purplish lips were slightly parted.

'Also for occasions as this what just occurred?' I smiled. 'Yes, also for occasions as this.'

'Then if you need me in the future, simply say the word. This is worth repeating for sure.'

[pinkatron]

Strange witcher induced dreams

Just had a crazy dream, and since i actually remember it down it goes

I was living with Regis, our house was a mansion, and Yennefer was visiting so was the whole cast and crew. It was about... oh... 100-200 years in the future from where we are now, not so different that it was alien, but there were some fun techologies that were avalible.

We were having a bbq, but it was the tale end of spring and we hadn't gotten the pools ready for swimming yet, minus the hottub. Yennefer and triss went swimming in the big pool anyway, and bitched about it being cold, geralt threw them both into the hot tub. It was a fun night, full of flitting memories and warm feelings. However Regis was pensive, someone was missing, someome important. Eventually when the whole crew drunk themselves into a stupor we went to sleep.

Woke up next to Regis and he was still being pensive, and nervous. Then his assistant called from outside the door that he had to go. He stood up and he was covered head to foot in tattoos. As was I. I helped him dress, told him to have a good day at work and i would be home a bit late cause i was working as well that night, he kissed me and said goodbye. Then i went through and helped the maids clean the house from the bender, eskel and lambert had to leave out early, and triss apparently left out the night previous. I told Geralt and Yennefer they had free run of the house but not to destoy anything, and then i was off to work.

I owned the tattoo shop, and it was confession day. People had realized i was diffrent, and with rumors popping up about vampires and the like i had to let them know i was one. Vampires wern't hidden in this world, most were viewed as a curiosity, and most of us just lived our lives without issues. As i told them i looked up at the TV and Regis was giving a press conference, wearing the same clothes i put on him that morning. He was announcing a new set of nano technology, we had beaten most common illnesses by this point, but the big baddie viruses still existed. Aids and HIV could be brought to a standstill, but they never actually went away, they just lay dormant.

People were living happy lives while sick, but it still wasn't enough. I could feel his nervousness and his shyness and the shake of his breath as he spoke about the technology. This was his baby, somethi g he had been working on for years. I got interupted from watching and realized i had drifted off in the middle of explaining what we were.

I turnred back to my crew and finished up the whole "vampire, don't worry." Which turned into Yes Regis is a vampire.... which then turned into hardy questioning because we were friends with the Mages and witchers. At the end of it, work started, and my small crew was down to tattooing the first clients of the day. There were two booths in the back that were shielded. One was mine, and the other... i looked into it and sighed. It was decorated with goth as fuck everything. But it pinged me with lonlyness.

I tattooed something on someone, not sure what. Kt was on her thigh, and she was dark skinned, and then i sent her on her way, and grabbed the new apprentice we had aquired and told her to come with me cause i was gonna get treats for the shop. She began to pepper me with questions that i actually knew the anwsers to as we walked down the road to an icecream cart.

She wanted to know Regis's past, and i told her he had started out as a medical researcher, then moved up and up, and eventually took over as COO for the small medical research team he headed up. He was noticed and was snipped by a larger conglomerate of medical research companies, and long story short, he was now the CMO of a large conglomerate of medical research and pharmaceutical companies. there has been trouble of course, because the second he became CMO he brought the company back into being private, and in turn bought out the board of directors so he was the only one heading everything, then brought in a new board, and they managed to turn the whole of the medical community right on its face by providing outreach, making things that people needed to live free of cost, and turning to cosmetics to prop the profits to keep the medical end going.

By the end of it i was exausted. I was craving blood. I knew i was because i was looking at the apprentice and really really wishing she would offer me her neck. Instead i ignored it and we arrived at the icecream truck. I was getting ready to order when there was a commotion and i heard my apprentice run off squeeling happily. I thought she had seen a friend.

I heard her shouting "he's here he's back!!!" And i turned and i looked.

It was fucking Dettlaff. He was walking twords me and i dropped whattlever i was holding and i ran to him. I ran my hands across his face, felt his soft shirt under his leather coat, felt the canvas straps of his backpack, and just... this epic wash of relief came over me. I clung to him and he wrapped his arms around me. And stoked my hair.

My ear was pressed against his chest as he began to speak, creating that weird reverberation where it almost sounds like they are spekaing through you. "I am here, i am home. Shhhh. Where is Regis?"

I told him he was annoucing the new drug today and he laughed. I didn't want to let him go. He knew it cause i could feel him in my mind like i could regis. The tattoo booth was his, he was a tattoo artist like me, and he got held up as he was doing a guest spot overseas in europe, where vampires we not quite looked on as kindly. Thats what Regis had been worried about.

I burried my nose in his front and i smelled him, and gods its still sticking with me. Iron, blood, freshly tilled earth on a misty morning, spring honeysuckle and jasmine, and then a true and deeply male musk under all that, that smelled of sweat and hard work... he pulled me close and was kissing the top of my head, and wispering about how he was sorry he was held up. Everything was right with the world once again. I didn't want to leave his arms.

The last thing i did before i woke was tell Regis "he is here, he is home..."

And he sent back

"I am on my way home love."

The last thought i had, as i was pulled up from sleep was "yes home, our home, togeather..." and Dettlaff's arms wrapped tight around me.... and then i woke up.

Fuck dreams like this for giving me a glimse at what I'll never have... arghhhhh

[midwinter-fox]

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"I love you."

The words were out of his mouth before he could stop and think, but it felt natural to say it - like it had been on his tongue for a while now. Leonore stood and stared at him, making him wonder if maybe he'd been too hasty. Had she not already told him that she loved him? Surely she hadn't changed her mind in the short time since then. The smile that broke forth on her face was slow and accompanied by a soft blush and what looked to be a tear. Impulsively, he reached for her and wiped the tear away with his thumb.

After nearly losing her the way he had, the realization that he couldn't be without her hit him like a ton of bricks. Fear had sunk its claws into him so fiercely that he would have lost his mind to rage had he not been so determined to find her and keep her safe. When he did find her, it was like searching for his Rhena all over again. This time though, when he looked into Leonore's eyes and saw the hope as she gazed upon his bestial form, a surge of possessiveness gripped him. He didn't want to protect her, he needed to. She was so relieved to see him, a true relief that was so clear to read on her face. That she was so easy to read made it easy to open himself to her, and that was part of what made him finally come to terms with the fact that he truly did love her.

When she leaned into the hand that cupped her cheek, he couldn't contain his feelings any longer. He swept her up into an embrace and kissed her long and hard, desperate to feel her love for him too. She returned the gesture in full, wrapping her arms about his shoulders and pressing close to him - as close as their physical forms could allow. They only parted to allow each other a chance to breathe, but he was so overcome with emotion that he continued to shower her face and neck in kisses. Her giggle graced his ears, and he delighted in it. If he could lay her out right here and take her, he would; ipnstead, he once again scooped her up into his arms and once again nuzzled her affectionately.

"I love you," he murmured against her neck before pressing another kiss there.

"I love you too, Dettlaff." Her grin was brighter than the sun. "I can't tell you how happy I am to hear you say that. What about what you said last night..? How you can't love me like you had before."

"I do not love you like I loved Rhena." Before her smile could disappear, he kissed it back into place. "My love for you is different. Her love was selfish and fierce. It was a passion that threatened to burn us alive. But you, I feel.. I cannot describe it well. It is warm and fuzzy and leaves me breathless when you smile. I want to give you all I have because I know you will give me something in return. She took from me until I had nothing left to give, but you wish to share with me so we may be happy together."

"You know I would do anything for you, right?" Inwardly, he sincerely hoped not, but the sentiment made his heart soar.

"And I, you."

Her grin was back, and the look in her eyes was one of both love and desire. He shared it in kind, a smile finding its way to his usually stoic face. It was soft, but it conveyed what he wanted her to know.

"Come. I wish to bring you back to Dillingen. Your employer will have to find someone else to take your place for today."

"Wait, what? Dettlaff, I told you--"

"If you need food, I will provide. I will provide for all of your needs. For now, let us return home so you may recover from your endeavor."

"But I--"

"Stop. No more. If you'll not come with me by choice, then I will convince you through other means."

"Such as?"

This time he silenced her with his kiss, one that left her dumb. His lips had parted hers to allow for his tongue to slip past along with a low growl, further deepening their embrace and tearing a moan from deep inside her. Even after he broke it, she felt weak and stupid, but the look in his eyes told her he knew exactly what he was doing - he looked almost playful, something Leonore had never seen in him before now.

"Any more objections?"

"Ehm..?"

"Good."

With that, he gently hoisted her up onto the back of her mare with relative ease. She had to shift her skirt so she could sit comfortably, reminding her that she needed to stop wearing skirts when travelling out of town. Then, Dettlaff climbed up to sit behind her; the horse shifted a moment as she got used to the extra weight, but with a stroke of the mane, she settled back down. Leonore had to scoot forward as far as the saddle would allow, but she still ended up with her back flush against him. Neither of them would have had it any other way.

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He could've made the trip himself in a matter minutes, but Dettlaff didn't want to leave Leonore to travel alone - especially not if there were more thugs lurking about. Besides, holding her against him like this was worth the hour long trip at the speed they traveled - she wanted to have mercy on her horse and allow her to set a more leisurely pace for the first half of the return home.

"You know, this doesn't usually happen," she commented, breaking the silence as they watched the scenery pass slowly.

"Hm?"

"Bandits, I mean. I've delivered goods out here before and never had any troubles until today."

"It is not something you can control nor anticipate. I am simply glad to have found you safe." He punctuated his sentence by pressing his lips to her crown. There was no telling what he'd have done if she'd been hurt or killed.

"You do have impeccable timing," she hummed approvingly. With his hands on the reins she settled with keeping one hand on the horn of the saddle and the other on his thigh. She'd told him it was for stability, but it was also an excuse to touch him as much as she could get away with. He definitely didn't mind - not any more.

"Thank you again, Dettlaff. Not just for saving my life, but the farmer and his family too. I take it they know you're a vampire too now?"

"No. I dispatched the thugs by other means."

"With that dagger?" It was the first time she'd seen him wearing it, though she supposed he wouldn't have a need for it if he was just strolling about town or staying home.

"Indeed. I did not wish to reveal myself before them, but you.. You deserved to know eventually." The tone with which he spoke made him sound almost forlorn, so she gave his thigh a comforting squeeze.

"You thought it might scare me?"

"Did it not?"

"Well.. Yes and no. Sure, I was frightened at first, but I knew it was you as soon as you turned to face me. I'm glad I know what you look like in your vampire form. Now I won't mistake you for someone that might actually mean me harm."

Her words dug deep. It was only natural for her to be afraid, but that he actually brought her comfort even in that form pleased him greatly.

"I will never hurt you, liefje, no matter what form I take. This I promise." He pressed another kiss, this time to her shoulder.

"Keep that up and I'll have to exact my revenge on you as soon as we get back to town."

"What do you mean..?" Had he done something to upset her?

"You kiss me, but from where I sit, I can't kiss you back."

"This bothers you..?"

"Immensely. Why should you get to have all of the fun? If you're going to keep kissing me, then you'll have to pay dearly when we get back."

"And how would you make me pay?" She didn't have to see him to hear the smirk in his voice.

"Oh you'll see."

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As soon as they returned to Dillingen, Leonore managed to persuade Dettlaff to get them to her house so she may tie up her horse then see about getting someone to cover the rest of her deliveries. No amount of begging or bargaining would move him from his firm stance in regards to letting her finish her job - not even the promise of sweets. Her manipulative pout almost did it for him, but he managed to tear his gaze away from her and remain unmoving. As such, she bade him stay while she handle matters with her employer and she would return shortly. Initially, he'd wanted to go with her, but he decided he'd stay put at the very least.

This was the first time he'd been to her home, and he was mildly impressed considering she was neither rich nor of higher birth. At least, he was until he realized that she could afford such spacious living because she lived very humbly. There wasn't much for furniture inside save for a sofa and side table in the foyer, a small cooking ensemble in the kitchen, and a bed and dresser in her room - there weren't even any decorations to speak of. Most of the peasant homes here barely even had two rooms in the whole building, and he contemplated why she had so much space all to herself. It was very clean at the least, but he couldn't help but feel like no one had lived there in years.

Just as he'd decided to sit and wait for her, the door opened and in she walked. She'd only been gone for about ten minutes, but he was all the more grateful for it.

"He wasn't happy about it, but after telling him about how I nearly died, he seemed to feel a bit sorry for me. He gave me the rest of today to recuperate and even went so far as to allow me tomorrow as well."

Outwardly, Dettlaff smiled, but inwardly he was practically cheering.

"This is good news. I wish to take care of you tonight if you will allow it."

"Take care of me..? What do you mean?"

He stood from her settee and approached her slowly, almost looking like a cat on the prowl. When he took her by the waist and pulled her to him, she was more than compliant, already leaning in and up to accept the kiss he was offering. With her being so short compared to him, he had to stoop to kiss her properly, but it was worth it to feel her soft lips against his.

"I wish to help you relax," he murmured against her lips once the kiss finally broke, "and make up for how coldly I treated you over the past few days."

"You don't need to make up for anything, Dettlaff. I understand why you behaved as you did."

"My reasoning is no excuse for my deplorable actions." The determination with which he spoke made her smile.

"So be it. Though, I still need to exact my revenge for all of your teasing on the way here." There was a glint in his eye to match her coy grin.

"And what will you do?"

It was her turn to do to him as he'd done to her earlier just prior to seating her on her horse. She gripped the top most buckles that fastened his coat and yanked him down. He could've easily resisted, but he wanted to see what sort of game she wished to play. Her mouth took his in a searing kiss, one that damn near made his toes curl. Snogging seemed to be something at which she excelled, for even he couldn't fathom how she could caress him with her lips and tongue as she did.

Their mouths did not part, not even when she used the distraction to push him back until he hit a wall. Her lips were demanding, but they also gave in return. That he could find such pleasure in something so simple as a kiss left him staggering, but with his purchase against the wall, he was able to use the leverage in his favor. He grabbed her by the waist and pressed their bodies together as close as physically possible, but she wasn't going to relent control. When she pressed her hips to his, it changed the tone entirely. What was originally a playful bid for dominance became hot, erotic, passionate. Before he knew it, he was moaning into their embrace thanks to one of her hands being in his hair and the other pressing and rubbing against his groin. It was almost too much and forced him to take her by the shoulders and push her back as gently as he could muster. They were both breathless, but moreso he than she.

"S-stop. We mustn't--"

"Mustn't what?" Her voice was low and alluring, her words saying one thing but her tone saying shut up and take me. However, he wasn't sure whether this was something he was ready for. She may be prepared to hop into bed with him right then and there, but with this being the first time he makes love to her, he wanted it to be more than just horny rutting.

"I.." He was having a hard time finding his voice. "I wish to make this special - more meaningful."

For a moment, she seemed confused and a little concerned, but when he expressed his desire, it was like the seductress she'd been mere seconds before vanished and was replaced with his sweet, kind Leonore. She fixed him with a warm smile.

"Dettlaff, any moment I spend with you is special. Honestly, you could take me in a hog wallow and I'd still think it perfect."

"That would be revolting." Why would she want to have sex in a mud hole?

"I don't mean that literally. I simply mean you needn't do or say anything to make this moment feel special. I appreciate the sentiment, I truly do, but I'd really enjoy it if we just let fate take things from here. If we end up in bed, then so be it. If not, then you can always try to make it more special next chance you get. For now, I'd like to forget about formalities and niceties and simply be."

"But--"

"Ah, ah. No buts. Please?"

As apprehensive as she was to the prospect of laying with him the night before, now that he professed his feelings for her, she felt an overwhelming desire to give him everything she had. He too felt this need, but he didn't want for her to think poorly of him for being so hasty. When he and Rhena had courted, they both leaped into bed very quickly. There was an undeniable attraction between them that made him want to let loose and be wild with her. Leonore, however, made him want to be the best man he could be for her, regardless of how badly he wanted to give in to his own desires.

He wasn't entirely sure what to say to try to convince her otherwise, so she took advantage of his silence to kiss him again, but this time slowly and tenderly. She was taking her time with him now, and he appreciated it immensely. This was something he wanted to last forever. 

Her hands busied themselves with undoing the buckles holding his coat together while his had already started with the buttons on his shirt - even if he wanted to take her slowly, he still wanted to feel her skin against his. Together, they managed to get the most complicated of his clothing undone before he began kissing a trail from her mouth down to her neck. His teeth scraped against her skin as he nipped lightly - not hard enough to draw blood, but it did make her gasp and moan into his ear. He paid a lot of attention to her neck and throat with his lips and tongue and teeth. When he sucked softly at her pulse, she seemed like she was going to collapse in his arms.

As soon as her knees buckled, he swept her up and carried her to the bedroom. Her bed was too small to even allow for both of them to lay on it side by side, but one on top of the other would do just fine. He set her on the edge of the bed, and as soon as he settled beside her she climbed astride his lap and smashed her lips to his in another heated kiss. There was no resistance on his part this time. His hands flew to her hips to keep her steady atop him while hers held his shoulders firmly for balance. This kiss was nothing like their previous tender embraces - it was a passionate, fevered kiss that she poured all of her desire into. She made known how badly she wanted him with her lips and tongue.

How long had she been feeling like this, her needs unmet only to build to the point of bursting? As much as he wanted to try to think back to see if there were signs he might have missed, he couldn't very well think when her mouth broke from his and latched onto the sensitive skin of his neck, kissing and nipping like it was sustenance to her hungry tongue.

His gasp when her teeth teased at his flesh was followed by a needy whine; he let his head fall to the side, offering himself to her with the thoughts of resistance banished from his mind. She did for him what he'd been doing to her only moments earlier, but this time a hand in his hair pulled deliciously, turning him into little more than a mess of moans and whimpers - what she didn't know was that she had perhaps the most sensitive part of him at her mercy. The common tongue was lost on him - he couldn't speak if he tried. When she grew tired of punishing the delicate skin of his neck, she tried to push his coat and blouse from his shoulders and he discarded them quickly and unceremoniously.

"See? You're learning quickly," she commented breathlessly as her hands now wandered the expanse of his chest, fingers combing through the short hair before following the trail down his torso to the hem of his pants. 

Her hands stopped and made him want to growl in defiance, but she had abandoned her path to pull at the ties keeping her own blouse closed then pushed the loose fabric from her shoulders to bare herself before him. If she ever wore a brazier, it wasn't there, and this time he did growl, but with lust. It was the first time she'd heard him emit such a beastly sound, but he could smell the arousal on her like a cheap perfume. Despite his growing impatience, he managed to tear his eyes from her breasts to beg permission with his gaze.

"Go ahead. They're all yours."

With her blessing, he finally took to tending to her pleasure with his own mouth, first placing hard kisses to her neck and chest before dragging his tongue across one of her pert nipples. He was but one man, but he was gifted with two hands, both of which moved from her hips to her chest and covered her plump breasts appreciatively. She moaned her approval, a hand returning to his hair as he dove in to enclose one of her rosy buds with his lips. Though he wanted nothing more than to lose himself to his base desires, he reined in control so as not to scare or harm her and hopefully make this moment last. His tongue and teeth were gentle against her sensitive flesh, but he would then suckle hard to draw out long cries that stirred his growing want into almost desperation. 

When he finally pulled his head from her fair bosom, he kissed her full on the lips then helped her finish removing her blouse. With the strength with which his kind was gifted, though she was very light to him regardless of that, he lifted her up off of his lap to lay her on her bed and hover just above her.

"Zeg me dat je me wilt," he panted against her, his lips once again at her neck as he awaited her response, not realizing that he'd reverted back to Nazairi in his lust-addled state.

"Dettlaff, I don't understand you." She too was breathless, but between her words, she gave him almost a squeak of pleasure each time he nipped at her. With a frustrated grunt, he lifted himself up only enough to lock eyes with her.

"Do you want me." He didn't ask, he demanded.

"What kind of a question is that?"

"I will not touch you if you do not answer." His words were a bit slower as he struggled to think straight long enough to translate words in his head.

Leonore rolled her eyes. "Of course I want you."

Without another word, he kissed her again, drawing her delighted moans into his mouth as his hand deftly removed her skirt. He pulled away again to tug it off of her, though he'd have much preferred to rip it off with how impatient he was.

Once the offending article was discarded, Dettlaff stood back to view his work. Her pale skin was rosy across her face, shoulders, and chest. Goosebumps erupted along her arms and legs with them being exposed to the cool air. She had bothered to wear undergarments, but the damp little scrap of cloth did little to hide her arousal from him. Overall, she was a work of art - a true masterpiece - but she was unfinished, and as her artist he would see to it that she be made complete by his hands.

Originally, he hoped to take his time with her to savor every curve and blemish that her body had to offer him, but he was too far gone to care about such niceties now. The way she teased and goaded him with her body and her moans were drudging up that deep desire and need for release that came with having no one for so long. He was getting desperate.

Her underwear was discarded with the rest of her clothing, soon followed by what remained of his. He could feel her eyes appraise his body; the way she chewed her lower lip and unconsciously allowed her thighs to part for him told him all he needed to know. His body covered hers, both of them feeling warm to the touch with their burning desire. Almost instinctively, her legs wrapped about him, welcoming him to bypass formalities and sink himself into her with a smooth, fluid thrust.

Nothing in this world or any others could feel as good to him as this woman beneath him. Her gasp then sigh as he seated himself in her fully only served to make his heart flutter in his chest. For a moment he stilled, waiting for her to tell him that she was okay. The answer he received was the press of her hips into his, and so he finally moved against her. The pleasure he felt was inexplicable. There was a time when he thought he felt this with his past lover, but even she hadn't made him feel so loved as the little beauty beneath him.

He watched her face while he moved inside her, noting each little change in her expression with each shift of pace and angle. When she cried out in her euphoria, he pressed harder, faster, evoking that cry again and again until he was certain she was so close to coming undone. The need he felt for her and her moans turned his desire into molten metal - searing hot and heavy in his loins as he strove to push her over the proverbial peak where lay her release.

Then, her back arched, pressing her chest into him like she could become one with him if she only tried. The tightening of her core around him made him groan, but he only paused briefly to allow her time to ride out her ecstasy before seeking his own pleasure next. His internal struggle to at least refrain from causing her discomfort was soon becoming external as he gripped the covers on either side of her head, his arms trembling and sharp nails puncturing holes into her bedding as he fought to keep from snapping like the monster he felt he truly was. He had to shut his eyes as he tempered each thrust of his hips, trying so desperately to refrain from causing his woman - his - any harm.

Her soft voice, quavering under the intense pressure of her once more building pleasure, brought him out of his head.

"Please, Dettlaff.. T-take me.. Just let go." His name on her lips broke something within him. With renewed vigor and a determination to bring her over the edge of glory once more, he allowed his control to slip further.

The power behind each push of his hips was nothing compared to his true capabilities, but he feared all of the resolve he had to protect her was lost in favor of setting a bruising pace in her. Her nails dug into his shoulders, making his fangs itch to sink into her, to mark her, claim her. Instead, he dug his teeth into his palm, the taste of his own blood deterring him from trying to taste hers.

"Ahh, don't you dare, hahh, hide your moans from me," Leonore groaned, her hand only removing itself from his shoulder to pull his own from his mouth. As soon as she had, a flurry of swears poured from his lips, all of which she couldn't understand a syllable. He buried is face in her shoulder, his breath hot against her skin.

"Ik- Ahhh, ik hou van jou." His words were strained, his whole being quivering as he pushed against his release, pouring his strength and will into making himself last as long as he could.

His grunts and groans devolved into debauched moans and needy whimpers.

"M-mijn liefje, mijn hart--" He cut himself off with a low cry.

Their moans intermingled into a symphony of pleasure, his own release bringing about hers. Unable to keep it at bay any longer, he spilled himself inside her with a few final presses of his hips into hers.

She whimpered against him as he struggled to keep his weight off of her, but her bed wasn't quite large enough to allow for both of them to lay on it together. Despite his body being temporarily sapped of energy - mostly thanks to his restraint - he gathered Leonore's spent form into his arms and lifted her. It took minimal effort, but after their exertion, he wanted to move as little as possible. With his lover pressed firmly against him, he laid back down with her body draped across his. The movement caused his softening member to slip from her, but she made no indication of discomfort.

Both of them breathed heavily, though Dettlaff recovered much quicker than Leonore did. Soon he was gently running his clawed hand through her locks while she was content to lay and comb her fingers through the hair on his chest. Neither said anything for a while until she recovered enough to push herself up and gaze up at him lovingly.

"How do you feel?" he asked, his voice thick with emotion. The way the sunlight shone in from her window onto her tangled hair and flushed face made his heart tighten.

"Amazing." She seemed to be dazed but pleased.

"Did I hurt you..?" His tone did little to mask his trepidation, but she shook her head, the blissful smile still on her face.

"Of course not. I would tell you if you had."

That provided immense relief; he would have been incredibly hard on himself if he ever did anything to cause her pain.

"Good. I never wish to harm you."

He smiled when she leaned upward to kiss him tenderly. Their kiss was short and sweet, but with her naked body draped across his, he could feel the familiar stirring in his groin. It didn't go unnoticed, made apparent when Leonore shot him a coy smirk and ground her hips into his.

"Again? Is that a vampire trait, or do you just get excited easily?"

"Mmh, I have more stamina than mortals do, and I recover from most anything with relative ease."

"So what you're saying is that we can go all night long..?"

He paused before answering, but only because she effectively stunned him with her brazen reply. Well, if she truly wanted to keep going, who was he to stop? With how she was running her hands over his body, he wouldn't even be able to stop either of them if he tried.

"If you think you are feeling well enough for it." It would give him the chance to show her the true extent of his love and desire for her.

"Oh I am." She would prove as much until dawn.

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Ooh a chance to be nosy! 003 and Regis because. Reasons.

What could those reasons be, I wonder 🤔

003 | Give me a character & I will tell you:

How I feel about this character: it might not be as obvious as it once was because crashed computer and changing interests, but I adore Regis. He pushes a lot of my fictional faves buttons: vampire, not conventionally attractive, a good balance of qualities and flaws (kind, clever, pedantic, bitchy) and a backstory on the darker side. Also, ouroboros gloves.

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: as in active shipping, not a lot of people, actually! I like to think he and Dettlaff were a thing at some point (and might still be depending on how Blood and Wine plays out), and I ship the living hell out of him and Geralt (with Yennefer on the side). I don’t go out of my way to write/draw him with the succubus, but it’s an hilarious episode imo and I’m glad to look at other people’s take on it 

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: I don’t really have one – I’m here for Regis interacting with anyone he truly appreciates tbh. Dandelion, Zoltan, Triss are canon friends, but I’d read about him and Ciri, or Yennefer (with a touch of OT3 plz). Heck I’d read about him and the other witchers too (especially Lambert, because Lambert is an abrasive prick and Regis is old enough not to take the bait, I think it would be glorious).

My unpopular opinion about this character:Ooo I have a few lol are these that unpopular? let’s find out!1. he’s not ghey™, he’s bi 2. he doesn’t need a full head of hair to be worthy of love and lust 3. he’s not a cinnamon roll

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:I wish Blood and Wine had done a better job at bringing up the hansa? unless I missed key bits of dialogue (entirely possible), there aren’t much mentions of all the people he and Geralt lost and that’s a shame

Favorite friendship for this character:Probably Dettlaff, prior to the Blood and Wine mess. After, I think Regis needs all the friends he can get, so I’m not picking.

My crossover ship:None! In this house we do not do crossovers.

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Omg I have no clue if you’re taking requests rn, but I just thought of something really fucking cute and I had to tell you! Ok ok, so imagine the reader is sitting on the balcony that has a roof while it softly rains, and they’re just sketching or reading while quietly singing La Vie En Rose ( the Chloe Moriondo version 😉) and Dettlaff happens to come home and hears her and he just fuckin swoons or something? like thats his GIRL! Fuck! I’m sorry I’m in my feels rn and this Man deserves someone singing soft love songs abott it him🥺 Please don’t feel like you have to write about this, only if you want to hun!💕—🍯

A/N: Not gonna lie, i had to look this song up and omg i am so glad i did it is so freaking cute!!!! I hope you like this baby :)

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Dettlaff pushed the hood off of his head as he closed the door to the house behind himself. He untied his cloak and hung it on the hook just behind the door. 

He paused for a moment to listen, surprised that you hadn’t greeted him already. You were usually in the kitchen waiting eagerly for him to arrive home. 

The house was silent, save for the crackling fire in the hearth and the light tapping of rain against the windows. 

He opened his mouth to call out for you, but then his ears picked up on a noise. It was the sound of your heartbeat. He tuned in to the sound, learning that you were upstairs on the balcony. A pencil scratched gently against parchment. Then he heard your voice. 

“Alors je sens en moi Mon cœur qui bat….”

Your voice was angelic, and stole his breath. 

Silently, Dettlaff climbed the stairs and went to the bedroom the balcony was connected to.

“Hold me close and hold me fast This magic spell you cast This is la vie en rose When you kiss me heaven sighs….”

Dettlaff stepped into the room, eyes peering out onto the balcony. He could see your feet hanging over the side of the chair that was out there. You carefully bounced one foot up and down while you continued to sing quietly and sketch in your book. 

The vampire moved a little further into the room, wanting to see your face. 

A smile came to his lips when he could finally see you. There was a crinkle between your brows as you focused on whatever it was you were drawing. Your eyes were focused on the parchment, wanting to make sure everything was done perfectly. 

“Though I close my eyes I see la vie en rose When you press me to your heart I’m in a world apart….”

Dettlaff couldn’t believe that you were his, that someone so beautiful, so stunning, so captivating, could love a creature like him. He knew he didn’t deserve you. He didn’t deserve your kind eyes and gentle words. He was a monster. 

But somehow, somehow you were his. You loved him and cared for him. No one had ever been so genuinely kind to him- with the exception of Regis of course. 

Dettlaff decided to make himself known. He moved out to the doorway of the balcony, smiling softly at you. 

You quit singing and looked up, eyes brightening at the sight of him. 

“Dettlaff!” You put the sketch book down on the little end table next to you and stood up so you could hug him. 

He caught you as you threw yourself at him, arms wrapping securely around your waist.

“I missed you.” Your voice was muffled against his chest. That was where you always liked to hide your face. It was like you found comfort there. 

“I’ve only been gone since this morning.” He kissed the top of your head, one large hand rubbing your back. 

“I know, but it’s been a long day without you.”

He chuckled softly and squeezed you firmly. 

You pulled away from him and moved to get the sketch book, wanting to close it before he could see what you were drawing.  

“Are you going to keep that from me until you’re finished?” Dettlaff hummed, teasing you. You never liked to let him see your work until they were complete. 

You paused for a moment, biting your bottom lip. 

“This one…. It is finished.” You looked up at him through your lashes. “But I think it’s stupid. It was just-just something to keep me busy while you were gone.”

“Nothing you draw is stupid.” He assured you, holding his hand out for you. You put your hand into his and he pulled you back into his arms. “But if you don’t want to show me, you don’t have to.”

“It’s just…. Our hands.” You muttered, though he could hear you perfectly. 

He stayed silent. He did want to see what you had done, and his curiosity spiked at your words. But he didn’t want to pressure you into showing him.

“I’m positive it’s amazing.” He kissed your head. “Everything you draw is amazing.”

You smiled bashfully. 

“I think we should take a little nap.” You moved further into the room to put your book down on your side of the bed. 

“A nap sounds pleasant.” Dettlaff hummed. 

The two of you settled down in bed, you with your face buried in his chest and him with his arms wrapped tightly around you. 

***

When he woke up, Dettlaff found you laying with your back to him, but you were still tucked against his chest. His eyes watched you for a few moments before something just beyond you caught his attention. It was your sketchbook. It had been left open. 

He lifted his head, brows furrowed together. He was positive you had closed it before you both drifted off to sleep. 

There was a loose piece of parchment sitting on the opened book. 

You can look at it if you want.

Dettlaff smiled at the heart sketched next to your name. He found it adorable that you signed off on the little letter even though he knew your handwriting. 

He pulled one arm from around you and reached over to pick up the sketch book, curious. 

His lips parted and his breath escaped through them. 

You had drawn his hand holding yours. It wasn’t just a little sketch. There was shading and dimension and effort put into it. The veins in the back of Dettlaff’s hand were evident and so lifelike. The ring he wore on his pointer finger as well as his ring finger were there too. 

You shifted in the bed, catching his attention. He looked down at you, absolutely melting on the spot. He didn’t know you paid that much attention to his hands. And to know that you were thinking about him all day? About holding his hand? 

Dettlaff put the book down and settled back into the bed, arms wrapping tightly around you. He tucked his nose into your neck, taking in a deep breath. 

“I love you, darling.”

“Mmmmhm. Love you too, Dettlaff.” 

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My Top Ten Favorite Characters: Fandom/Character Meme!

I got tagged by @tessa1972 months and months ago for this and figured I stalled on this meme long enough. So finally, I’m getting around to posting this. None of these characters are in particular order and none of the gifs belong to me. 

Dorian Pavus:

There were way too many possible gifs for him to show how awesome, witty, clever, expressive and beautiful he is. I love his character and backstory, he’s a great companion to have around in battles and his romance with M!Inquisitor overloads me with feels. Dorian never fails to amuse me with his wit and comebacks.

Carth Onasi:

So much sass, humor, fight, and emotion all wrapped up in this angstmuffin of trust issues, accompanied by a sexy voice. He was my first video game love ever, I will never forget how his voice made me melt and simply wanted to listen him talk forever. I like his romance with Revan (F!Revan in the game but I like the idea of him falling for Revan of both genders because their interactions and the story behind them falling in love are just so beautiful). They say you’ll never forget your first. They’re right, I’ll never forget Carth Onasi. 

Éowyn of Rohan:

You tell them, Eowyn. I loved her character both in the books and the movie and when my dad always told me the whole story of the Lord of Rings (way before the movies came out), I was always fascinated with Eowyn and wanted to be just like her, to slay the Witch King, continue to kick ass, and be a warrior. She is my baby, I’ll defend her ‘til the very end. 

King Gangrel:

Where do I begin with this ginger trash king? He was such a riot and so unapologetically terrible while enjoying every minute of it. His history and reasoning behind his motives (at least, what small amounts the game shared with us) were fascinating and I was soooo glad we could recruit him later. And he totally shoved my plan to support/romance Walhart out the door (I’ll wait for my fourth playthrough) because his conversations and general personality were such a pleasure to read and laugh over. I love chaotic, goofy characters like him and it sweetened the deal where one of my Avatars could romance him. XD

Varric Tethras:

He stole my heart the moment he made his first appearance in Dragon Age 2. Stupid swagger, chest hair, charming grin and wit, and crafty mind ruining my life! A wonderful, faithful friend, a successful writer and storyteller, and a wicked shot with a crossbow--he has it all and so much more! Bioware let me romance him or dwarves again, I need this.

Garrus Vakarian:

Garrus, my man, you are a wonderful friend and romance option, you keep stealing my heart every time I read your lines to Shepard. XD

I loved his growth from ME1 to ME2 and then, ME3, showing how far he has come and how much he has achieved. I loved his loyalty to Shepard no matter how difficult or harrowing things became and was such a reliable, supportive comrade-in-arms. He had those moments were he could one smooth operator and then turn around to be an adorkable cutie pie. And still be a badass sniper no matter what. 

Catelyn Stark:

She is one of my favorite characters in the A Song of Ice and Fire series. Catelyn is a flawed character, and her story, her journey, and overall character gripped every time I read her chapters. This woman as underwent through so much, even as a young girl, and lost even more as well. She is such a strong character who tries to keep her family safe, balance multiple roles as mother, wife, protector, emissary, sister, etc., recognize and point out the unfairness of the patriarchy in Westeros’s society, and is one of the few voices of reason in this whole series. I know she has made some mistakes and isn’t perfect and that’s what I want. Favorite characters of mine are never perfect, they struggle and don’t always do the right thing according to a modern perspective, but their overall character psyche compels me regardless. And Catelyn Stark is one of those characters and because of her complexity, she gets a lot of hate for it. But not here, not on my blog. I love Catelyn Stark, who was such a force in life that now, in her undead life, she wreaking havoc on those who betrayed her, her son, and the House Stark and Tully. I just hope she can find some peace at the series (yeah, fuck you, Game of Thrones, I won’t forget your crappy depiction of her and Stannis). 

Vernon Roche:

One of these days I will actually play The Witcher 2 in its entirety and read the books but that won’t stop me from basking in the glory that is Vernon Roche. His complex, flawed character fascinated me and I really liked how his friendship with Geralt grows in the game, even if you pick Iorveth’s route, he still goes out of his way to help Geralt out. I also liked how he immediately suspected Geralt was innocent of Foltest’s death and his training, care, and relationship with Ves, his most trusted soldier. I just love what a BAMF he is and his route was my JAM! I loved how little Anais trusts him and how he will do everything in his power to keep her safe and win her crown and throne back for her. Uggh, so many feels!

Also, if you want to know when I realized how much I loved this character, I’ll tell you. It was near the end of the second game, where Vernon Roche brutally castrates Dethmold with his bare hands and then gives him a bloody end. I kid you not, my mind whispered, “I think I’m in love.” XD

Dettlaff:

Apparently in the Witcher universe, I like the hot tempered men. XD

Oh how I love this broody, tormented, and romantic High vampire so much that I can’t even imagine going through the endings where he dies and Regis is an outcast among his own kind, doomed to be hunted. Nope, nope, nope!

Anyway, I loved watching his struggles, his friendship with Regis and how he saved him from being a pile of goo, how deep and far he loves go for love or to protect those he cherishes--even for a woman who clearly doesn’t deserve him--, and down the little things, like his creativity (like his toy shops) or how fond he is with kids and they to them. I just want my high vampire to happy, okay? 

Haruno Sakura

Canon screwed her over so hard and she deserved better than what Kishi gave her (I’m sorry I will never not be over this and will be salty even when I’m dead). Her character arc and development in the beginning was interesting to watch, especially when Shippuden came around and we saw the fruits of her labor under the apprenticeship of Tsunade. I’m amazed how hard Sakura had to work be seen and treated as a shinobi, especially when her training was neglected when she was young and a mere genin. I really liked her personality, how far she came since the first volume, and Sakura could have had the proper story and ending if Kishi knew how to write women and actually cared about his main heroine in Naruto. Will I be bitter about this like 100 percent dark chocolate and revel in fanfictions and fanon ideas? You betcha!

I’m tagging anyone who wants to do this!

[arkhaniel]

A little something for my friend @marmottine with her OC Moira.

It takes place between her own fic “Have You Seen This Cat” and “Mine and Only Mine” 

Merry Christmas my dear! / Joyeux Noël et merci pour toutes nos belles discussions <3

Nazair, year 1278, on the terrace of the Blue Mare Inn

Local silver merchants' shouts could be heard along the crowded street where various artisans were selling their refined vases, silverwares, goblets, plates and other beautiful wares shinning under a warm summer light.

Painters and poets were also gathered on the patio where Sinead was absently drinking her raspberry juice, looking with interest at the beautiful nazairi tissue decorating the handrail on which her right arm laid.  

Yes, Nazair was an inviting place, just how her friend had described it to her. It would be a shame not to stay for a while. Sinead put her glass back on the little round table where she sat, and ran a lazy hand in her short brown hair, readjusting her earrings on the way.

“Always day-dreaming isn't it? Things haven't changed much apparently.”

Her thoughts were cut off by a playful tone coming from her left. Rising her head, she locked eyes with yellow ones staring at her, a large smile playing on the newcomer lips.

“Moira!” said the woman, raising from her seat and taking her friend in a tight hug. “Finally you are here! I nearly fell asleep waiting for you!”

Moira looked at the content of Sinead's goblet.

“Are you drinking juice? That's why you were falling asleep, I will buy us something to wake you up.”

Grinning at her, Sinead went back to her seat, gazing at the witcher girl walking inside the Inn to order some drinks.

She have changed, she thought, looking at her friend's long yellow dress framing her muscular form, and at the brown hair falling on her back, barely hiding the scar on her neck. Since when she wears her hair without tying them? And a dress? She could barely believe it.

Moira came back with two pints of beer, and, cheering loudly, the two companions began a friendly conversation after having taken several gulps of their Redanian Lager.

“I am glad you finally decided to visit me, Sen, what took you so long? Sure it can't be that old rascal you used to work for as a bodyguard in Kovir?”

“No,” answered Sinead with a sigh, “I told you last time we met in Toussaint that I was done working for him. I have my share with imbeciles. I was earlier hired by a non-human family, dwarves to be precise. They succeeded in having the monopoly on dimeritium ore on Upper Aedirn after they began the mining of orichalcum in caves nearby. They got a lots of enemies in the process and need a constant protection. I found a temporary solution while I visit you here, they will manage without me for some times.” She finished with a smirk.

“You told me you had a week no? It's plenty of time to catch up with the last three years. I was beginning to suspect that you didn't wanted to meet my companion.” She cast a knowing look to Sinead whose blood drained from her face.

“No... not at all. You told me so much about him in your letters, I can't wait to meet him.” The woman gathered her sudden sweaty hands and raised her back, looking down at the street. “Surely he must be very special that man who managed to make you dress in a more feminine way.” She glanced at the witcher medallion with a cat figure around Moira's neck. “Still with the kind of profession you have, your choice is to say the least very surprising... and dangerous. I hope you know what you are doing.”

The witcher beamed at her friend, relaxing in her chair. “Trust me Sen, I will never be with someone like him if I wasn't sure of my decision. I am sure you will change your mind before the end of the week! Did I told you we just rent a new house in the city? Nothing too fancy but we needed a place that could both suits his needs as a surgeon and our own desire to have enough space where we won't get disturbed. Actually we plan to move back to Dillingen soon, perhaps in a month or two.”

Listening to her friend's excited explanation, Sinead couldn't help being worried about meeting him. Moira trusted her enough to reveal the true nature of the man called Regis. A higher vampire... a blood drinker. Sinead never met one before, and her friend did praised his many merits but still... With all the men on this world why she had to choose a vampire?

Later that afternoon, Moira led Sinead to a colourful house, lying in front of a courtyard filled with various plants. Before the witcher had time to grasp the handle, a man opened the door suddenly, smiling at them both with open arms.

“Miss Mater-Duvalier, a pleasure to finally meet you!” said the man, bowing slightly to her, a hand to his chest. “My name is Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy, but please Regis will do just fine. How do you find our dear Nazair, not too noisy?”

Looking at him up and down, Sinead opened her mouth to answer, but no sound came from her. That man was the complete opposite of what she had imagined. Instead of the cold and calculated being she thought of meeting, a cheerful middle-aged man harbouring a warm expression was standing on the doorway. He even looked like the chatty type, which surprised her even more. Nothing on him could indicate his belonging to the non-human (and frightening) category.

Moira gave a tap in her arm to put her out of her non too-subtle stare.

“Yes!” exclaimed Sinead, “I mean no, not too noisy. In fact it's a rather charming city.” She  cast her head down suddenly shy at his intense eyes. “I am looking forward to visit more of it with Moira as my guide.”

“Excellent!” answered Regis, leading them inside the house. “I hope you are already hungry for I intend to prepare some tasty nazairi speciality for tonight dinner. While you wait I am sure Moira will show you the guest-room.”

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The food was as promising as Regis told them, even so with some spicy red wine coming from the coast that Regis pronounced with a perfect nazairi accent, Zweigelt.

“Soooo,” voiced Moira while they were wandering around the borders of the city, watching the sunset. ��What are your impression on Regis? I saw the way you were looking at him and I can already tell he enthralled you with his tale about psilocybe mushrooms and the distillation of its essence to create as he said «hallucinogenic narcotics capable to hinder the most preposterous allegations of the so called vigorous lover»” both friends laughed in unison at the perfect imitation.

“I have to admit that he put the world of herbalism at a new level of interest for me. He seems to be a rather passionate person, and he have a very special way to captivate our attention. I think I begin to see why you picked an immortal blood-sucker as your companion. I guess he is as good in bed as he is with rhetoric.”

Moira pushed Sinead playfully, seeing by the giant grin on her friend's face that she was trying to mess with her. By chance no one was around them to hear their suspicious conversation.

“A lot happened since the first time I saw him in Brugge during that winter in his little cottage. I met with many, travelled in unknown places, saw things from new perspectives. We parted way and found ourselves on each others path again. There were doubts, sadness, happiness and love.” Gazing at her friend, she stopped, smiling. “But at the end I felt like I belong somewhere again, just by his sides.”

Sinead put her arm around the witcher's shoulders. Yes. I can see it now. That smile on his face that's echoing on your own. The cat has found its way home.

“By the way,” said Sinead while they sat on a bench along the path. “Who was that handsome black-haired guy who walked inside the house during our dinner and turned back as soon as he saw me in the room? Did I frightened him that much?”

Moira laughed. “Don't mind him, he is not very fond of newcomers. His name is Dettlaff. He is a very good friend of Regis, leaving nearby close to the city.” A grin appeared on her face. “Mm actually, maybe we could meet him someday, if you are willing to stay a bit longer and not afraid of wild being?” She empathized the last words with an exaggerated tone.

Sinead raised her brows, sharp blue eyes came to her mind. “Why not? Dettlaff you say? With all the men I have met those last years, I am ready for anything!”