#Dettlaff van der Eretein x Y/n

[hellimagines]

Scared to Love You -- Dettlaff van der Eretein

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Request: “hi!! i have a detlaff request!! something like reader was his friend and she knew about syanna’s secret!! she tried to warn detlaff but well he didn’t believe her. later they meet again when geralt convinced detlaff what syanna did and detlaff feels angry at him for treating reader like that! ilysm❤️”

Summary: You and Dettlaff have an argument when you try telling him about who Rhenawedd really is, only for him to lash out and break your heart. 

Warnings: big angst in the beginning, with fluff at the end (as a treat)

Pairing: Dettlaff x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,900+

A/N: I haven’t played Blood and Wine in a while, so I’m sorry if the timeline is a little funky.

A stuffed bear hurtled across the room, exploding into a mess of stuffing and fur when it made contact with the wall, a few inches beside your head. Pieces of the bear got tangled with your hair, but you made no move to pick them out or even spare them a glance. A few more of Dettlaff’s toy creations met the same fate as the vampire destroyed the room in his rage. 

Suddenly he turned on you, his eyes filled with rage. “You’re wrong. Rhenawedd wouldn’t fake her own kidnapping or use me to kill a couple of knights. This is someone else’s doing, she would have no reason for this!” Dettlaff snarled and his face began to contort as his transformation threatened to take over. 

“That’s because she isn’t Rhenawedd, it’s not her real name!” you cried while peeling yourself away from the wall. “Her name is Sylvia Anna, and she is the sister of Duchess Anna Henrietta, I’ve told you this!”

Dettlaff scoffed lowly, “Yes, you have told me about this supposed conspiracy, after admitting to having spied on her.” 

Your cheeks burned at Dettlaff’s words, causing you to scowl up at him. “She was acting strangely and I was worried. Not only about her, but about you. I care about you, more than she does! You are walking into a trap and you are going to get yourself killed!” you yelled at him, no longer trying to keep the peace.

Dettlaff stalked forward, cowering you against the wall once more. “Have you ever stopped to consider that I don’t care about you or what you have to say? I’m aware of your feelings for me, (Y/N), you must at least know that. I can hear your heart race and I can smell your arousal whenever I’m near. Your jealousy of Rhenawedd is a stench that permeates the room, and it disgusts me. Nothing you can say or do will make me love you the way you love me, or care about you as I care for Rhenawedd.”

You tried, god did you try, to keep the quiver from your lip and the tears from your eyes, but you couldn’t. Your heart shattered at your friend’s words, falling to pieces like a weight in your stomach as he glared down at you viciously. For the better part of ten years, you had traveled at Dettlaff’s side, giving him company and keeping him safe. You helped him feed, helped him find comfortable places to stay, helped him with Regis, helped him with Rhenawedd. You did anything he asked, and in turn, he kept you safe and happy; even when he would ask you to find somewhere else for the night because Rhenawedd was there, even when you would have to sleep in the forest or in Regis’ crypt because there was nowhere else, even when he randomly left you alone for days or weeks because ‘Rhenawedd has never seen Skellige, and she’s been sad lately’, you were still happy because Dettlaff was happy and you could still call him your friend. But now, listening to his claws scratching against the wall by your head as he closed his hand into a fist, you felt angry and broken and stupid. So very, very stupid. 

“You are a cruel man, Dettlaff. I would call you a monster, but monsters are brainless creatures that hurt others because that’s all they know how to do. You’re not a monster, you’re just heartless and pathetic,” you spat after a moment to gather your thoughts. Your tears fell down your rage-filled face, slipping into the creases and dripping over your nose and your lips, but you didn’t wipe a single one away. You didn’t care that you probably looked like the naive, foolish girl Dettlaff had seen you as this whole time, your body and your mind felt too exhausted from the crash of heartache you had been hit with. You slammed your hands against his chest, causing him to stumble back in shock from not only the push but your words as well. “I wish you the best of luck in finding Rhenawedd, and I sincerely hope I am wrong because I would hate to have to tell Regis that you died for someone who wouldn’t spare your burning corpse a single glance.”

Dettlaff didn’t make any move to stop you as you left the room and stormed downstairs, leaving him, and the life you had with him, behind.

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A couple of weeks had passed since your argument with Dettlaff, and you had been living in a small cottage on the outskirts of Beauclair, near the cemetery Regis’ was staying at, courtesy of Orianna. Regis knew of your whereabouts, but when you refused to tell him why you were in the cottage rather than with Dettlaff, he had respectfully let the manner drop. Orianna had been kind enough to give you a job tending to the flowers in her estate and hadn’t bothered with any questions when you told her you were trying to save money so you could go north, away from Toussaint. Needless to say, you were surviving just fine without Dettlaff and had even managed to keep yourself from asking the other vampires about him. However, of course Dettlaff would come barreling into your life once more right when you had managed to put a few pieces of your heart back together. 

It was late and you had just returned home after tending to a new batch of flowers Orianna had received. Your feet ached due to the long journey from the estate back to your cottage, but when you noticed your front door wide open, the pain seemed to vanish. Adrenaline took its place when you heard huffs of rage from inside your house, causing you to grab a nearby shovel before going inside. 

You were expecting to be met with a destroyed home, with what few belongings you had to be tossed on the floor and the furniture to be upturned. Instead, everything was just how you had left it this morning, minus the shaking vampire on your couch. You knew it was Dettlaff before he raised his head, recognizing the gothic coat and black hair instantly. When Dettlaff looked at you, his blue eyes didn’t hold any of the rage you had seen the last time you saw him, and instead were filled with sorrow- no doubt mimicking the own heartbreak in your eyes.

“What are you doing here?” you questioned when Dettlaff didn’t speak, setting the shovel down and shutting your front door. 

Dettlaff remained silent for a few more minutes, staring at you as though he had no idea why he was there. He swallowed thickly before standing, and his clawed hand twitched at his side, in an effort to keep from reaching out to you. “I’m sorry,” he said quickly, the words tumbling off his tongue in a nearly illegible speed. “What I said to you was cruel, and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean any of it, I was just so angry and hurt at the thought of Rhenawedd using me as a weapon. It does not excuse my words or my actions, but I need you to know that I didn’t mean any of it. I do care about you, I always have, and I will never stop caring about you.”

You ignored the ache in your chest to reach out for him. “Why are you here, Dettlaff?” you repeated, schooling your face into one of neutrality. 

“You were right. About Rhen-... about Syanna. Geralt and Regis cornered me and brought Syanna along with them. She admitted to faking the kidnapping and being the one responsible for the letters.” Your eyes widened in brief shock at Dettlaff’s words. “I wanted to go after her and kill her, kill her for what she did, and for what I did to you. But Regis said you wouldn’t appreciate that as much as me coming to you without blood all over me.”

“Regis is a smart man,” you hummed while eyeing the vampire before you. His words were honest, you could tell, but it didn’t fix the hollowness you still felt inside your chest. “I’m sorry you got hurt, Dettlaff, but it doesn’t make up for the fact that you hurt me, really bad.”

“I know and I’m so sorry,” he practically whined, quickly come to stand before you. “When I first sensed that you saw me as more than a friend, I became terrified. I didn’t understand how, after everything you had seen me do, you could care for me in such an intimate way. I didn’t want to have you by my side only to watch you die from old age or disease or a mortal wound. So I hoped if I ignored your feelings, and in turn my own, you would give up and leave.”

“And yet you allowed Syanna to love you and stand by your side,” you muttered with a frown.

“I was never scared of losing her or watching her die, not like I am with you. When I sensed your sadness during our fight, it broke something in me. I never wished to hurt you or to be the cause of your despair, and for that, I will never truly forgive myself. I didn’t come here to beg for your forgiveness, either, to play the victim in a fight I caused. I came here to make sure you know how much I care about you and how much I love you. If you wish for me to leave, I will-”

You interrupted Dettlaff before he could finish his sentence, and shook your head. “I don’t want you to leave. I understand now, why you did what you did, and even though I’m still hurt, I do forgive you. I’ve always seen you as strong and sensitive and kind, but I never thought that you might be scared of loving me.”

Dettlaff reached forward and pulled you against his body, sighing a breath of relief when you went willing. You uncrossed your arms and wrapped them around his waist, clutching the back of his coat in a white-knuckled grip. He had one hand gripping your hip and the other cradling the back of your head, holding you tightly against his body. As you breathed in the familiar scent of expensive Beauclair cologne, your breath stuttered with the sudden urge to cry. Dettlaff muttered apologies, words of praise, and promises-to-come as you quietly sobbed against his chest. 

“Wherever we go from here, and I do mean we, I will never treat you so horribly again. I love you so very much, (Y/N), and I regret taking so long to be honest with you about it,” Dettlaff whispered once your sobs turned to sniffles and your sniffles to silent hiccups. 

As exhaustion settled into your bones, making your body feel heavy and your brain feel foggy, all you could manage was a nod. You would have time later for heartfelt words and soft kisses and nights spent clutching bedsheets, but for now, you were content to be held in his arms as your heart thrummed with happiness once again.

[cosmos-coma]

Blood and Vengeance - Part 1

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

Pairing: Dettlaff x Reader

Words: 1332

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[cosmos-coma]

Blood and Vengeance - Part 2

A/N: why is this like.... the most well written thing I’ve written?? Doesn’t matter, Dettlaff deserves it.

Pairing: Dettlaff x Reader

Words: 3,587

Warnings: Minor burns, Anger

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

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Your stomach fluttered with butterflies as you made your way past the iron gate once more, Its creaking groans welcoming you as you passed onto the estate grounds. Two gardeners were clearing detritus from the garden beds and chatting here and there. They both watched as you slipped past the gate and waved a greeting to you, pulling a small smile and wave from yourself in return. 

You stepped up to the main doors, hand outstretched to knock when Regis swung open the door before you could even touch it, nearly scaring you to death. “Ah, hello again, miss Y/n. My apologies for startling you- I heard the gate creak as you came in. Come; let me lead you down to your room so you can settle.” he offered with a kind smile and took a bag from your hands to help.

“Thank you, I appreciate the… help…” You said, your words drifting off as you took in the figure standing at the top of the grand staircases. Quieter than death and still as a statue, you would never have noticed him if you hadn’t happened to glance that way

Your breath ran from your lungs as you took him in. He was truly unlike any man you had ever seen; the fairness of his skin was contrasted by his dark coat and even darker hair. Strands of silver streaked back from his temples, making him look all the more distinguished. His eyes, though far away, shone clearly to you; each iris holding their own storm of emotion that seemed to swirl and thunder perpetually. His expression was solemn and distant, even cold as he watched Regis lead you inside. 

“Ah Yes, that would be Dettlaff.” Regis glanced up at him with a knowing look as he waved for you to follow him away down the side stairwell. “You should have time to introduce yourselves shortly, just- please, don’t feel turned away by his expression.” Regis tried to assure you, but you didn’t feel turned away. No, in fact, you found yourself wanting to see those stormy eyes again, even if they came with an icy expression. 

Your footsteps tapped down the stairwell behind Regis and into a rather nice basement. The cold air of the season seemed to settle here in the depths, but your worries were brushed away as you took in the rest of the surroundings. The bed was just big enough for one person, laid over with a thick blanket to fight against the chill. You had your own little fireplace,  a stash of firewood, and even a bookshelf with some dusty leftover reads. 

“Wow… Thank you, Sir. It’s more than I could have asked for,” You set your bag on the bed and smiled a touch. 

“Oh, Goodness no… Please just call me Regis. Emiel if you’re really feeling irate with me, though I shall do my best to steer clear of that.” He let out a short laugh that shook his shoulders a bit. 

“I’ll leave you to it then…” He continued and turned to leave- when he paused for a moment to look back at you. “I do hope you’ll stick with us… but if you have any troubles, please let me know.” His plaintive tone hung in the air for another heartbeat before he nodded slowly and continued up the stairs. 

While you appreciate the sentiment- and you’re pretty sure Regis might be the kindest man on the planet- right now his parting words and tone of voice made the butterflies in your stomach grow twice as large. 

“Okay, it’s alright, just get through the day without dropping anything and it’ll be a success,” you assured yourself and began getting ready for your work day. You slipped on an old dress you didn't mind getting dirty and smoothed it out beneath your hands. 

You quieted your steps as you ascended the stairs, though you weren't completely sure why. Maybe you were just hoping that Dettlaff would still be there, watching you with those intense eyes. 

Your fists clenched around your skirt in anticipation as you got to the top of the stairwell and carefully peered out towards the grand staircase… but he was nowhere to be seen. A sigh escaped your lips, relieved for some reason that you wouldn’t have to face him quite yet.

You shook your head to get your senses in order again and started down the hall to get to work. In an excuse to better learn the layout of the house, you decided to start by wiping the grime off the windows and airing out the rooms. You did your best not to be nosy as you ventured into each room, finding curious knickknacks here and there. One space that sat on the ground floor beside Regis’s room was filled to the brim with laboratory equipment, herbs, and… little shrunken, shriveled-up men?

“Oh. Mandrake root,” you said to yourself, pulling your hands back from the fatal plant. “That seems…. Safe.” 

You tucked the window rag into your pocket for the time being and took another glance over the list Regis had given you. 

‘Dettlaff will need time to warm up, bringing him a cup of tea or other drink is a rather good and safe way to engage him little by little.’ 

Tea, huh? You can do that. You folded the list once again and tucked it safely away before you made your way over to the kitchen. Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest when you came across another person rattling around in there as they sifted through the utensil drawer. 

“OH! Hello, I- sorry, I-I wasn’t really expecting to find anyone else in the house…” you stumbled over your words, chest clutched in surprise as the stout firey-haired woman pulled her nose from the drawer to look up at you. 

“Oh! You must be the new housekeeper I heard about. I’m Amelia, the sole chef of this manor.” she said proudly and with a wide smile. 

“Yes, that's me, I’m Y/n. It’s nice to meet you, Amelia.” Your shoulders relaxed as you saw her lighthearted expression, “You’re the only cook here? Well, I guess with only two people living here…” you justified aloud. 

“Plus you and me, dear. The garden crew comes in for lunch once in a while, but otherwise, they seem to prefer the great outdoors to the marvels of inside.” she shrugged, unbothered, and continued searching around the drawer until she finally pulled out a utensil that you couldn’t even begin to guess what it would be used for. “There’s the little bugger… Now, what can I do you for?” she took a minute to turn to you, offering you her full attention while she was in between tasks.

You laughed a bit at her vivid expressions, but nodded, getting straight to the point, “I was going to bring some tea up to Dettlaff… would you mind showing me where the tea and kettle are kept?” 

“Oh…” she pursed her lips in thought as a shadow passed over her expression, but still she nodded slowly. “Of course, dear. Follow me…” she waved you over and began giving you a quick tour of the kitchen, pointing out everything you’d need to know from tea, kettles, and berries, to the liquor, knives, and cheeses. “So, have you had the opportunity to meet this Dettlaff character yet?” Amelia asked you, a mixture of curiosity and concern, her expression unafraid to show it. 

You shook your head, “Not really. I saw him on the stairs when I came in, but he seems…” you paused as you searched for the words, but Amelia seemed to have about 12 lined up and ready for exactly that moment. 

“Distant? Depressing? Intense? Perhaps a bit cold? Angry even?” she rattled off as she handed you a tray and began handing you the things you’d need. “Don’t let it dissuade you, dear. I don’t think he’s spoken a word to any of the workers since we arrived, Regis seems to be the only one he’ll talk to.” 

You nodded and piled your tray with a cup, sugar cubes, milk, and a teapot as she led you around the kitchen. “Thank you so much for your help, Amelia… and if you ever need help prepping please just feel free to ask. It’ll give me an opportunity to chat if nothing else”. You said with a smile as you poured the hot water into the teapot. 

“Oh, I’ll be holding you to that..!” she called in her kind and jovial voice as you ducked out of the room, carefully balancing everything on the silver tray. 

Making your way up to the second floor you ducked into each room, looking for the gloomy man. You struggled to find him immediately, though you did come across various rooms of interest as you searched; a craft room with broken toys littered about, another that seemed to be Dettlaff’s bedroom and even a study that looked surprisingly unused. 

Those blue-gray eyes seemed to elude you today. 

A short huff escaped your lips as you tried one last door. 

The library before you was expansive; shelves covered several walls floor to ceiling, holding books, curiosities, and other important trinkets. The corner was populated by several armchairs and one Dettlaff tucked way in the reading nook near the window. 

Open curtains let in the gentle afternoon light and made the dust in the library dance lazily around him. The same light poured itself over his shoulders and backlit him in a way that gave your skin a pleasant shiver. He had a book open on his lap as he sat comfortably in the large blue chair, bringing out the cerulean in his stormy eyes. 

You quickly tamped down the heartbeat in your throat and stepped inside, trying not to stare too much at the way his silver strands shimmered in the light. He had small piles of books at his feet- you couldn’t tell for what subject they were, but It seemed he was intent to park himself here for quite some time. 

He glanced up at you as you entered the room, his mouth remaining a flat line as his eyes followed your encroaching silhouette. 

“Um, good afternoon…. It’s nice to finally meet- Oh!” you yelped as you tripped on a snag in the rug, quickly catching yourself so you wouldn’t topple over, but unfortunately the jostling was enough to spill both the full tea cup and the milk directly onto his lap and book. 

“Oh, shit- I mean, Fuck. Dettlaff, I’m so sorry-” 

You vowed on your life that his face had changed as you looked up again; the creases of anger in his expression seemed to pull his nose flatter as his eyes grew light, almost to a pale gray as you watched. You swore you even saw his canines extend, growing sharper, as his already long nails seemed to grow a few inches in a matter of seconds. 

A frightened yelp leapt from your throat, as you stumbled backward and fell with an unceremonious thump. All would have been fine- nothing but embarrassment- if the teapot had not toppled over, sending scalding hot water to pour over your arms and chest. 

Yet another shout erupted from your throat as tears sprang to your eyes. Yet, you couldn’t even feel the full force of it as adrenaline reeled you away from the man before you and his twisted features. 

Spoons and saucers lay scattered on the floor as you raced away downstairs, the tray left abandoned there where you dropped. The hot damp cloth of your dress clung to your skin as you sprinted down the stairwell and into your room, slamming the door closed behind you. 

Your chest heaved as you tried desperately to draw even breaths, but your focus was broken once again as the adrenaline had finally worn off and the painful heat living in your skin grew unbearable. “Fuck, fuck…” you muttered to yourself as your frantic hands peeled the dress away from your skin. You fanned your inflamed skin as you ran toward your bathroom sink and began splashing yourself with cold water until you found it bearable to live in again.

A sigh escaped your lips as you leaned against the sink, staring into your reflection in the basin. ‘You couldn't have really seen a face change like that’ you thought as seeds of doubt began to grow. ‘No, people's faces just don’t do that. It must've been a trick of the light’. But even then you couldn't ignore what you thought you had seen. His cold expression twisted into something of active anger and his features turned into something that was almost unrecognizable. 

Almost. 

Though many things had changed the depths of his eyes did not. They turned from their rolling thunder of emotion to something more like that of a hurricane as he registered the mess you had accidentally poured on him. 

You looked up at your face in the mirror as you finally felt your racing heart return to normal and your breaths grow even as they came and went. 

“Shit”, you swore as you glanced at your chest in the reflection. Your skin was burned bright red where the hot water had scalded you. 

“It’s my first day and I’ve already fucked up and spilled on myself AND the mysterious stranger that owns the house.” you groaned out and just sat yourself down on the ground to give yourself a little time to recover. 

“Fuck”

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“Dettlaff, Why did I just hear our new housekeeper shouting and running down to the basement?” Regis questioned as he appeared in a puff of smoke at the library's entrance. “Oh, dear…” he sighed as sidestepped the forgotten tray and moved to his friend. Dettlaff’s face was still pulled tight with its aggressive bat-like features when his old friend came upon him.

Without another word, Regis handed him his handkerchief and crossed his arms. 

“She spilled this shit all over me and my books,” He grumbled and took the offered handkerchief to clean himself up. 

Regis nodded quietly and began piling the fallen items onto the tray. “Did she do this on purpose? Enough to incur your temper?” Regis’s voice was calm and level as he engaged Dettlaff.

His pale eyes looked down to his lap as he wiped himself off, refusing to give the answer due voice. Slowly his eyes darkened again to their normal state and his features smoothed out once more. 

“I told you I didn’t want any housekeeper- that cook was more than enough…” He grumbled out and looked down at the soiled pages of his book, the page’s ink smeared beyond recognition. 

“And I believe I told you that a little human interaction would be good for you.” Regis came and took the handkerchief back when he was done, folding it in on itself. Regis held his hand out to stop him as his friend stood to leave, “I know it’s not an ideal first interaction, but I have no doubt that it wasn’t intentional”. A frown pulled at the higher vampire's features, as he dropped his hand. “I know you have done more for me than I could ever hope to repay, but I do ask you to at least consider. I think she could be good for you, Dettlaff, and I suggest you give her another chance”, The older vampire finished and fully stepped away. 

Dettlaff was silent once more as he stalked off, but Regis knew that he had gotten through at least for the moment- now he could only hope that it would last.

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After your skin had cooled off and your mind had finally calmed down you got yourself back to work. You figured the least you could do was clean up the mess you’d made. So you pulled on a looser dress of yours, one you would never think of wearing for work because of its short sleeves and looser lines, however, right now you could not handle anything brushing against your burned skin. 

You snagged a bucket of cleaning supplies on your way up the stairs and ascended quietly, tip-toeing to the library to clean up- hopefully before anyone else had noticed. The tray had already been taken downstairs with the rest of the utensils, all that remained for you now was a damp spot on the carpet. 

Hiking up your skirt- you kneeled down and began getting to work cleaning up the wet sugary mess. 

Unbeknownst to you, ever-so-silent steps snuck up behind you, watching for a few moments with blue-grey eyes as you took the initiative to rectify your simple mistake. 

A husky voice came from behind you, startling you in part by its suddenness, yet its low rumblings also seemed to set your mind at ease. “You’re the housekeeper…?” the phrase was awkward and was followed by a clearing of the throat that sounded like someone who would rather be anywhere else.

Lifting your head, you turned to the voice and were shocked to find Dettlaff there, standing with a smooth expression as if nothing at all had happened. “Oh…! Uh, Dettlaff. Look, I’m terribly sorry about earlier…” you apologized, sitting back on your heels and dropping your rag back in the bucket. 

You were going to continue but your words became breathless movements as he kneeled down before you, those eyes of his dancing over your red skint as his hand reached out. 

“You got hurt…” He said quietly, so soft that you weren't sure you had heard him. He seemed distracted as he ran the back of his fingers against your heated skin, their cool touch a welcome but brief respite. 

Your heart pounded in your ears and your skin grew heated for a whole other reason. Such a forward action made your body still and your next breath catch in your throat. “Oh, I… I’ll be more than alright…. It should go away in a few days…” you managed to say through the heavy beats of your racing heart as his fingers caressed their way down your arm. 

Dettlaff was lost in his thoughts and barely took in your words. While he did get angry- admittedly unduly, looking back- he had never intended to cause you bodily harm. Perhaps Regis was correct in some way or another- though he’d never say it out loud.  Only the furious beating of your heart was enough to pull him from his thoughts, “Ah, My apologies, Miss…”

“Y/n”, you filled in for him as he pulled his hand back from you and breath filled your lungs once more.

“Y/n…” he seemed to test out the name in his mouth as he repeated it back, nodding a bit as he stood once again. “Let me take that away for you. That spot already looks better than the condition it came in…” he justified as he took the cleaning bucket for you and began bringing it downstairs to put away without another word. 

“Oh, uh- thank you..!” you called out after him as you watched him slip out of the room. 

Your head tilted in thought as you tried to understand the last few minutes you just lived through. Interacting with Dettlaff was like interacting with a puzzle; he was rather straightforward in his actions, that much you had learned, but he had also been incredibly silent so far. That mixed with his reserved expression had made him hard to read- though you're sure you just needed time if nothing else.

The rest of the day was thankfully uneventful and you were able to get everything done that you were hoping to. Your thoughts were of nothing but climbing under that thick blanket as you padded your way down the stairwell and into the basement. The basement was chilled by the seasonal cold seeping in, but was quickly turned into a comfortable heat as you got your small fireplace going. 

You stripped down to your underclothes, intent on getting some well-deserved sleep after such a long day. However, as you reached down to pull the blanket back you noticed a little jar on your nightstand along with a note. “What’s this..?” you asked to the empty air as you picked up the note. 

‘My apologies once again, Miss Y/n.’ It read, ‘You made no intention to harm me, and yet I have  brought harm to you. I hope this rectifies the situation to some degree and you are no longer bothered by your burns. - Dettlaff.’ 

A stupidly large smile spread across your face, one that you couldn’t control no matter how hard you tried. His note was written with a quick and elegant hand, exactly what you would have expected from him. Though you wonder if Regis helped him with his note, your heart still warmed at the sincere words.

You folded the note carefully and set it back on your side table before taking the small jar and opening it to see what was inside. Inside you found what you could only assume to be burn cream; it smelled faintly of jasmine as you spread it over your skin and left a cooling sensation that caused you to openly sigh in relief. 

The chill of your sheets mixed with the alleviation you got from Dettlaff’s gift was all you could attribute to the way your mind instantly drifted off to sleep that night. No dreams, no jostling- just rest.

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Blood and Vengeance - Part 5

A/N: please enjoy part 5!! if you didn’t see my earlier post I might have carpal tunnel in one hand and I sprained my thumb on my other hand so.... Part 6 might take a little longer lmao.

Pairing: Dettlaff x Reader

Words: 1445

Warnings: blood, violence (canon level), graphic descriptions of violence, fatal injuries, breaking and entering, Let me know if I missed anything!

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

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The knocker clacked again impatiently, and multiple voices murmured from just outside the door. “I’m coming!” You shouted, hurrying to let the baker and his assistant in.

You pulled open the large door swiftly, your smile fading quickly as you saw no baker at your door. Instead, you saw seven large men with empty burlap sacks standing before you, all with malevolent smiles.

Bandits.

The closest one- the leader you assumed- pulled a small silver dagger from his hip holster, “Oh good, It’s only the help home today.” he rasped out as he waved the knife, directing his men past you and into the house.

“Hey, No, no- Hold on!” you exclaimed, nearly falling over as your shoulders were knocked into by the burly ruffians. You turned finally as the leader slipped past you and grabbed his arm roughly. “Hey now! I don’t know who the fuck you think you are-“ you yelled loudly.

“Now, why would you go and do that?” He said, his tone eerily calm with a tsk and a shake of his head. He grabbed your shoulder with bruising force and with one swift motion stabbed the knife into your stomach, filling you with instant sharp pain.

 “Why would you go and make this harder than it needs to be, Darlin’?” He seethed as he went to pull the knife out, only for the shitty dagger to break off at the hilt, the blade still stuck deep inside of you.

“Cheap piece of shit…” The bandit muttered, “doesn’t matter, there’s bound to be something better in here anyways” He finished and walked deeper into the house, leaving you for dead in the open doorway of the manor.

But you could barely hear any of what he said. Once the pain hit everything became completely glazed over with shock. Your knees gave out from under you and as if through slow motion you watched yourself fall backward onto the ground with a thud that shot another tsunami of pain through your body.

Was this It for you?

Tears slipped from your eyes as your fingers clenched as you held your stomach, feeling the warm viscous liquid seep and spill upon the steps where you lay. Pain radiated through your body with every breath, the blade sinking in deeper and deeper.

Is this truly where your story ends?

You tried to cry out for someone, anyone who could hear you, but it only got caught in your throat- adding insult to injury as your words choked you. Your movements slowed and your vision began to grow dim, the afternoon light surrounding you turning grayer and grayer….

Are you meant to die alone here? With not a word to say as you part with the world..?

You knew your mind was surely going as black and red smoke filled your sight. One slow, exhausted blink later and the flurry of smoke was replaced by Dettlaff’s panicked face.

“Dett…” you managed in a breathy voice as you reached up to touch his cheek, your hand shaking until it finally came to rest against his warm skin. A fleeting wave of comfort washed over you as his hand rested over your own, but quickly dissipated as another rip of pain tore through you.

“What happened, Y/n? Who did this to you?” He asked you desperately, only bits and pieces of which you could take in. Between the swarm of calling ravens above you, the shock, and the blood loss, just about every word that made it to your ears sounded like you were drowning underwater.

Your hand dropped from his cheek, but  all you could see was the vibrant smear of blood on his cheek.

“Y/n. Who. Did. This?” His face was beginning to change again, his nose growing flat and the wrinkles of anger deepening until they pulled his features tight into a bat-like face.

Your vision continued to darken and grow hazy as his nails grew into long claws and his canines extended far past his already bared teeth. Even the storms that once lived in his eyes had since turned into raging hurricanes. 

You lifted your arm once again to shakily point inside toward the bandits still roving the manor.

His attention immediately turned to the noise of footsteps moving throughout the house. Their repulsive smell stung his nose almost as bad as their voices grated his sensitive ears.

They hurt you- his little moth- with no cause, with no need, no hesitation.

“I’ll make them pay for what they’ve done… with their blood.” He snarled through his beastly features as he stood, glancing once again at you. “Hold on for me, Moth. Just one minute more…” was the last thing you heard him say before black and red smoke weaved its way into the house and out of your line of sight.

“Wait..!” you rasped out through a wince; your vision was nearly gone now, and you could feel yourself losing the grasp on your consciousness. You’re not sure you had another minute…

Screams and snarls echoed from the house as the last of your energy waned. You wouldn’t have another chance… 

 “I… love you…” You whispered, content with your final words as you focused on nothing but those stormy blue eyes as the black ink of unconsciousness smothered your light.

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Dettlaff pulled his dangerously long claws from his first victim with a squelch that would be sickening to most, but to the rampaging vampire, it was the sweetest of melodies. The body thudded against the rug without care as the bandits gurgling protests quickly dissipated into silence. 

“I… love you…” he heard you whisper faintly as your heart beat continued to grow slower and slower. 

A new wave of rage swept over him as he darted towards the sound of the next bandit, yells and loud bangs coming from the kitchens. Ravens cawed angrily at the closed window, throwing them selves against it in an effort to help as Amelia swung her frying pan with reckless abandon. 

“Chew on iron you rotten bastard!”  she yelled as she finally knocked him square in the head, dropping him like a sack of flour. She held her pan in front of her once more as a growling huff came from the doorway. 

Fear rippled through her for a moment as she took in the fanged and clawed beast before her, but it dissipated just as quickly when she realized who it was. “Mister…. Dettlaff?? What the fuck happened to you?” she asked.

The Bandit groaned from his position at her feet, not quite gone yet. “Oh, You son of a-” She muttered angrily as her foot jut out to kick him harshly. 

“Front door.” Dettlaff said clearly to her, causing her to raise her head again. Those are the first words she’d ever heard him say. “Take care of her…” He finished before puffing off into smoke again to take care of the rest of his targets. 

“Front door..?” she said curiously before letting out a gasp, “ Y/n!” Quickly she scrambled toward your weakening body to keep you stable while a chorus of screams and unearthly growls continued bouncing around the house. 

“Hold on, Y/n…” Your friend urged, her voice tried to be calm but the state of you had absolutely shaken her to her core. 

The front steps were a morbid painting of red and you were the sole subject. So much of your blood dripped its way down the steps and stained the stones below. It took Amelia all she had not to retch at the sight of it, let alone the sickly metallic smell.

With shaking fingers she pulled the blade out, thankful that you were unconscious and wouldn’t feel it slice through your muscles. A gut-churning wave of blood oozed out as she pressed down on the wound just as the noises seeping from the house stopped as well. 

Dettlaff appeared out of no where by her side, eliciting a surprised yelp as his features smoothed out before her eyes. 

The vampire looked skyward, noticing Regis’s writhing black and grey smoke in the sky above the manor. “Amelia… Go clean up as much blood as you can.” He ordered, knowing that's what currently held Regis and his help at bay. 

Silence permeated the air as she hesitated. 

“NOW!” He roared, stirring her to action as she scrambled into the house. 

His voice softened as he scooped up your form and carried you inside. 

“Hold on there, Moth… stay here in the dark with me for just a little while…” he whispered to you, his grip unwilling to ever let go again.  “Don’t stray towards the light..”

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Blood and Vengeance - Part 7

A/N: We are BACK BABY. Its been 3 weeks since I’ve seen the sun or a day that wasn’t raining but its finally sunny again and that means you all get a chapter!!!

Pairing: Dettlaff x Reader

Words: 1745

Warnings: sickness, symptoms of sickness, leading to NSFW (but everything is still SFW), very quickly edited lol

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

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The days were slow to start. 

Your body creaked and ached like an old temple as it attempted to heal, much of your energy being funneled directly into not dying as your wound began to superficially close. 

Yet you were never without support.

Dettlaff refused to let you out of his sight after that fateful evening, insisting that he be right there beside you in case anything were to happen. He asked repeatedly that you sleep in his room with him so he could keep you warm at night and that he should be right beside you as you went through your day. His cool, anxious touch was always on your skin, claiming it was all to keep an eye on your temperature and symptoms, but you knew it was just him being overprotective. 

And though you absolutely loved the comfort his rumbling voice and smooth touch gave you, you were starting to get annoyed. You had to just about shove him out of the bathroom for your bath days earlier and give him a long list of assurances to let you spend the afternoon alone with Amelia. 

However, you couldn’t be too mad; you knew he didn't mean to become so overbearing, but after such a close call- your life hanging on by only thin threads- you can’t say you wouldn’t have done the same. And though he still stays close often, you finally got him to work his way down to just being in the room with you and, if you were well enough, on the same floor. 

“My Moth?” Dettlaff said, getting your attention as he poked his head into your shared bedroom, “Your bath is ready… and we’ve just got more bandages in from town so let’s check your wound too,” His doting tone permeated through the air, wrapping your aching body in a verbal embrace. 

You nodded, a light smile on your lips as you pulled the blankets back from your body, your sweat-damp nightgown clinging to your skin and chilling you to the bone as the air hit you. “T-thank you, Dettlaff…” you replied as you pulled yourself out of bed, slow, but determined to push through the constant veil of fatigue you’ve been battling the last few days. At first, it was barely noticeable- figuring it was just your body dedicating itself to healing- but lately, it's just been getting harder and harder to push through, with you reverting back to bed multiple times a day to recover from your weariness. 

“Darling, your skin is flushed and you can barely get yourself up… Let me help you,” His voice was soft as he appeared next to you nearly instantaneously, wrapping a determined arm around your waist to support you as you rose to your feet. 

“I’m okay, I can do it…” you protested, betraying your words immediately as you leaned heavily on his shoulder. His soft lips brushed against the heated skin of your forehead, nearly wincing at the boiling heat that lay just below the surface. 

“You're burning up, Moth…” Concern laced his voice like tightly woven fabric as his embrace held you closer.

“Really..? I’m freezing…” you shuddered, holding your wounded side as you hobbled along beside the higher vampire. “Mmph, my side aches, Dett…”  you complained.

Dettlaff said nothing at first as his brain began racing through the worst outcomes, stumbling over whatever menial solutions he could come up with as your weakened body lean heavily against him. “We’ll look you over, okay? And we’ll find something.. I promise.” He vowed, “I promise…” 

You were thankful for his finger's cool touch as they undressed you, innocent intentions lingering and evaporating the longer their caress stayed. Long nails scratched faintly along your supple skin as his steady hands ran up your under your gown.

 If only your ears had been as sensitive as his, you would have heard the slightest tremble in his breath. He had seen you undressed before, a happenstance of everyone rushing to address your wound that night, but his hands had yet to touch your skin like this before. 

Even through the haze of your fatigue ripples of electricity crackled under your lover's touch, showering sparks from your heart down into your core below.

Until your bandage slipped away and his hands stilled in their place. 

“Mmm, why’d you stop?” you mumbled from your half-lidded position, leaning against the warm tub. 

“I… your wound…” Dettlaff was at a loss for words for the first time in decades, he knew humans were fragile creatures, subject to be hurt this way and that, but the marks, the twisting wound, it was more than he had seen in a long time. 

Your side was both tightly twisted and puffed red with fetid infection. He could barely see the lines of your stitches, hidden away behind the weeping wound before him. Angry red streaks extended from your angry side, reaching its red arms greedily across your torso.

Without words he pulled you towards the mirror for you to see for yourself, both unwanting to look at it any longer and unable to look away. 

“Oh, my days…. How did it get so infected…? We were so careful.” you gasped in disbelief, gently touching it and recoiling at the tenderness and heat. “Fuck… what do we do..?”

Dettlaff shook his head for a quiet moment before continuing to help you undress, “... let’s get you in the bath first… we’ll clean it out as best we can.” he directed, but you could tell there was more to it that he wasn’t saying. More that he wasn’t willing to bring to light. 

You nodded, holding his hand tightly as you stepped into the bath and eased back against the tub. The water, though only Luke-warm felt like a hot spring as it swirled around your movement. A cold washcloth eased its way onto your forehead by Dettlaff’s touch and pulled a contented sigh from your lips. 

Dettlaff was a wash with relieved when your eyes slid closed, no longer would he have to contort his face to hide his obvious worry. The arms of infection reaching out from your wound told him enough about its severity. You were wearing away before him and it was only going to get worse the longer you all waited. He cringed, almost snarling at the thought- but he knew he’d be lucky to see you to the end of the month at this rate.

“Dettlaff… I can sense you brooding…” you said with your eyes still closed, a tiny, but playful smile toying on your lips as you tried to lighten the room. You couldn’t stop the small chuckle that escaped your lips as you peeked one eye open, happy to see the faint hint of amusement cross his features. 

“I know it’s worrying, my love… but there’s nothing that can be done about it in the next 5 minutes, so will you please just keep me company..?” you beseeched, looking up at him with pleading eyes that you knew he’d never dream of refusing. 

‘But I can fix this in 5 minutes. I could. If only you knew if only I could-’

“Dettlaff,” you said with a flattened tone, gently thwapping his arm to pull him away from his spiraling thoughts. 

“My apologies, Moth…. My mind was somewhere else…” His low voice rumbled quietly. 

“I know…” your hand extended out, capturing his smooth jaw and pulling his storm-cloud eyes in your direction, “it always wanders when you’re upset,” you said, knowingly. You two may not have been together for years and years, but as Dettlaff began to drop his guard with you his inner workings became much more clear. 

“Tell me about the latest book you’re reading, hm? And will you help me wash through my hair?” you asked tenderly, handing him the small bar of hair wash. 

Your smile was so simple and easy that it made his heart weak. He had known love before, in a general sense at least, but the stirrings in his heart were something ancient and primal. A love that was so natural and pure that he was sure it transcended lifetimes. 

‘How on this earth did I ever manage to keep you?’ he thought to himself as his own expression began to mirror yours. “Okay…. This one is called ‘Pains of Glass’ and it starts in a Wraith-filled manor…” he began, loving hands doting over you as he regaled his book’s tale to you. 

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As the intense midday sun waned across the sky and the warmth of the day hit its peak Dettlaff paced the halls of the second floor. A single pointed nail tapped against his temple, perturbing his thoughts like taps on an aquarium wall. His steps paused as he passed the large window facing the front gardens and the iron gate, a heavy lock now swinging from its rusted doors. 

You and Amelia were sitting in the garden- the light illuminating your hair and skin in an otherworldly glow that made Dettlaff’s heart fluttered with an unfamiliar lightness. You were laughing at some joke of Amelia’s that he was sure he wouldn’t understand, but the way you threw your head back in unadulterated laughter, your bliss and happiness radiating out from you like a blinding aura. 

Something else ached in his heart as he watched the cinematic scene from above. Such airy featheriness emanated from you voice, such love from your faintest touch, and such admiration from your brief gaze. 

He knew he didn’t deserve it- any of it- and yet greedily he still kept you to himself. Greedily he convinced himself that maybe he was worthy, maybe he had made up for past transgressions when he met you. But hiding his true self  from you, always keeping it just under the surface… that was not the act of an innocent man.

But now the corners were beginning to close in.

And the options have all but faded away. 

Save for one. 

One idea he could still try.

“Dettlaff?” Regis questioned his statue-still friend, the higher vampire’s brow drawn together in deep thought as he watched distantly out the window. “Dettlaff?” he repeated. 

“Regis-” He interrupted, the conviction in his tone rattling in the silence of the hall. A short sigh escaped the dark man as he turned to look at his dear friend, a sort of sadness pooling in the depths of his irises. 

“-I know what I have to do.”

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Blood and Vengeance - Part 6

A/N: Part 6 is here! I hope you like it! I know I was getting chills as I wrote it haha

Pairing: Dettlaff x Reader

Words: 1697

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

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Voices floated around you unintelligibly, dancing on the edge of your waking mind. Though they were still fuzzy at best you began taking in bits and pieces of what was going on. Regis and Dettlaff’s voices- you now came to realize- were the ones floating around you as they argued in the hallway in hushed but urgent tones.

“... Blood… bandits…” 

“... Monsters…tell her…. we are…” 

“.. can’t… Not yet…”

The softest groan vibrated from your chest as you tried to open your eyes and all semblance of conversation quickly ceased. Swift, almost silent feet approached you before a heavy weight dipped the bed. Cool and loving fingers caressed your cheek, urging you to wake further from your slumber.

As the light finally eased its assault on your eyes Dettlaff’s worried expression came into view, his face now clear of blood stains and its bat-like features. 

Perhaps the fangs and claws were all another delirious dream?

“My moth…” his low voice rumbled with relief as his eyes swept over you in a cursory glance. 

“What happened..? Where..?” you asked. Your body was cradled in unusual softness and warmth that your basement dwelling just did not have. You tried to sit up to get a better look, but pain ripped its way through your stomach in a humbling memory of the evening's events. A yell tore away at your throat and your grip on Dettlaff's hand tightened like a living vice.

“Ahhh! FUCK!” you screamed as you laid back, your breath lost from the simple effort and your face contorted with pain.

“Please do be careful or you’ll tear your stitches…” Regis advised from his place in the doorway, right behind a very concerned-looking Amelia. 

“How are you doin’, girly…?” Worry painted her face like a picture as her hands wrung together in front of her, “can we get you anything? How about some soup? I have just the soup for you, it’ll heal you right up…!”  she nodded as she rushed off toward the kitchen to get you some food-based medicine.

A faint smile played on Regis’s lips as Amelia hurried off in a way that only the redhead could, “And I’ll get you something for the pain…” He said, nodding at Dettlaff before taking his leave to give you two some time alone. 

You looked down to examine yourself, lifting the neckline of the clean, loose dress you now wore to see bandages wrapped securely around your midsection. Blood just peeked through the top layer, old, brown, and dry, but nothing fresh so far.

You nodded a bit as you turned to look about the room, noting the familiarity of it. 

“I brought you to my room…” Dettlaff admitted in answer to your unspoken question, “I couldn’t stand the thought of you recovering in that ice box of a basement.” 

“But… how did you?” You started, but Dettlaff seemed to already know what questions plagued you. 

“Regis has a knack for making medicinal items,” he explained, “And we had Amelia change you from your blood-soaked clothes…” 

You nodded slowly, taking in all of his answers as your hands idly touched the soft sheets below you. Your lips had just parted to speak when the higher vampire beat you to the punch. 

“I thought I’d lost you…” His voice was a somber whisper as a hint of grief laced his words. Though he turned his gaze away from yours, you could see the storm of his irises had slowed their perpetual storm to dark, suffocating clouds.

“I should have been here to protect you,” you could hear the trace of a self-loathing growl building in his voice, “Instead, I was traveling needlessly. I should have heard them coming. I should have-”

“Dettlaff…” your voice was gentle like the nighttime breeze, yet still pulled his spiraling attention to you in an instant. “It’s okay, I promise. I’m still here… and I’m safe now, thanks to you…,” You assured as your fingertips grazed his cheek, nimble fingers tucking away a few spare hairs.

He nodded, his eyes fluttering closed as your touch left a trail of loving warmth across his cheek. His heart slowed its rapid beat as he listened to the breath fill your lungs. The light sigh from your lips tingled his senses as he turned into your palm, his lips tenderly brushing over your skin.

You were still here. 

Still with him.

That's what mattered.

“Y/n? Oh-! Sorry to interrupt…” Amelia said bashfully as she entered, but the moment was already broken. 

His chest ached as your hand fell away from his face, far too fleeting of a touch to satisfy him and a territorial rumbling threatened to spill from his chest, but he knew better. “You should eat… “ He urged.

You nodded in agreement and strained to sit up, grunting as you gradually pulled yourself upright. 

Amelia, always the wonderful friend, stayed by your side the entire time as you ate, entertaining you by regaling the epic tale of her beating the living shit out of that bandit. 

You chuckled at her bubbling enthusiasm, holding your stomach as each laugh pulled at your crude stitches. “Ow, oh, ah… too much, you're too much…,” you said through dwindling laughter.

“Well, laughter seems like as good a sign as any…” came Regis’s voice as he stepped in from the hallway with a small container. “Let’s get your bandages changed and then I think we all should get some sleep. It’s been… an incredibly long day.”

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Darkness surrounded you when you woke, stirring the residual fear from your most recent nightmare. Only the sliver of moonlight coming past the curtains and the cooling embers of the fireplace broke up the monotonous black and gave your mind some relief. 

A sigh escaped you as you rolled over slowly into the empty space beside you, the cool sheets chilling your skin uncomfortably.

Something was missing.

The sheets crinkled beneath you as you sat up and looked blindly into the dark room, “Dettlaff? Are you there…?”

Silence. 

“I’m here, moth…”, finally came the familiar rumble of his voice from the far corner where he attempted in vain to sleep. Footsteps creaked the floorboards as he came closer until he finally stepped into the sliver of moonlight darting across the floor. 

Your breath escaped you as pale light illuminated the graying strands at his temples and highlighted the silver that flecked across his blue irises. His fair skin sang a siren song, beckoning for your touch under the magical light. He seemed somehow both otherworldly and right at home in the light of the night and it made a different kind of chill run through your limbs, one that couldn’t be solved with the warmth of a fire. 

“I’m cold…”  You explained through a yawn, a testament to your body's exhaustion, “Would you lay with me?”

His body froze for a moment in surprise as your imploring tone rattled a part of him he had long since set aside, but he could never deny you. “... Of course, my dear…” 

Your hand reached out as you heard him come closer, your eyes finally seeing him in the dark of the room as he peeled away his heavy outer clothes. 

A small flame of desire flickered to life in him as your hand ran down his bare arm, the thrum of his heart at your fingertips as your alluring touch stilled. He propped his back up against the headboard and let his hand find its home in the soft strands of your hair.

But you were still cold.

“Hold me…?” 

Oh, you were going to be the death of him.

Wordlessly, one strong arm wrapped around your waist as the other moved under your legs. 

Your nose tucked away into his neck as he lifted you to his side with little effort. Dull pain radiated from your wound, even more so as you were moved, and caused you to let out a shaky breath as you winced. 

Your shuddering breath danced like mist over his sensitive neck and made blossoms of fire bloom beneath his skin in its wake. His fingers pressed into your soft flesh as he fought back the inklings of desire, its flame now licking at what would surely be pure gasoline. 

Surprisingly strong arms held you safe and secure against his chest as your legs draped over his lap. You looked up into those silvery-blue eyes as you settled into his warmth, their storms dancing just inches away from your own.  Your gaze flowed along the fine lines and features of his face; the tiny imperfections that gave him character, the painted beauty marks that freckled his skin, all the way down to the gentle slope of his lips.

“Dett…” you whispered, afraid to shatter the moment in the already quiet night. Your fingers answered the relentless siren call of his skin, your fingerpads smoothing over his jaw as your thumb traced the curve of his bottom lip. 

An intoxicating buzz ran like static across his lips, and he could feel that swelling flame inside his chest finally catch the gas-soaked wick alight. 

“May I…” You started, your thoughts struggling to stay coherent as his warm breath puffed against your skin, “may I kiss you…?” Your lips parted of their own volition, your head tilting to the side in an open invitation. 

“Please…” his words came out as a desperate plea. He watched your eyes flutter closed as he leaned in slowly, still trying to stave the growing fire in his chest from the fuel you so readily supplied. 

He leaned in, the heat of your breath gracing his face as your lips came excruciatingly close…

Before you’re head lolled away from him, and your divine touch fell away from his face. 

“Moth…?” 

Your sleeping form let out even breaths through your still-parted lips, waiting for their promised kiss. Your entire being radiated pure peace for the first time since you had been so grievously injured, and Dettlaff would not be the one to wake you from it. 

A shallow sigh filled the air between you but didn’t diminish the lingering smile on the vampire’s lips. 

“I love you too, my dear….”

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Blood and Vengeance - Part 4

A/N: Split the original chapter into two parts so I can draw out the drama. It isn't at all because my energy is running on empty and I'm running out of already written material haha.

Pairing: Dettlaff x Reader

Words: 1292

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This particular morning found you struggling with the will to pull the covers back and climb out of bed. It was supposed to be colder today than you would have liked, and the stone floors below certainly didn’t motivate you to leave the comfort of your blanket.

But you did have work to do… so the moment you got the courage you quickly pulled the covers off of your head and swung your legs over the edge, bracing yourself for the unpleasant cold to be your first sensation that morning.

Only it didn’t come. The stone was cool- yes, but not sharply cold. And now that you registered it you had yet to find goosebumps on your arms when the cold air of the room should’ve been hitting you. Instead, you looked over to find the fireplace filled with small flames and large chunks of glowing embers, the remnants of a warm fire, and a newly replenished pile of firewood beside it. But you didn’t remember getting up to light a fire last night? You never did that…

You shuffled sleepily to the fireplace and found a carefully folded note sitting on the mantle, a little drawing of a moth adorning the corner of the paper. You unfolded the note as you warmed your legs in front of the dying fire, pleased to find it was from Dettlaff. It detailed that Regis had left again and Dettlaff went after him, saying that he needed to talk to him about something of great importance and to not expect him back for a good part of the day. Your lips turned upward as you read through the note, a small puff of laughter even tugging at you as you read over his final words. 

‘Stay warm today, my little moth.

-Dettlaff’

Your heart fluttered furiously at his new nickname for you; his little moth. You bit your lip to fight back the growing smile that spread across your lips as your fingers ran over the dried ink. Despite having such important things to deal with, he still lit a fire to ensure you woke up comfortably.

With careful hands you folded the note back up and placed it with his last one on your bedside table before going to get ready, a new brightness invigorating you from this simple act of love.

The house was quiet as you worked, with neither Regis nor Dettlaff there to make noise and fill the house with some semblance of life. Though, you were thankful as always to have Amelia whose presence and test dishes gave you and your stomach pleasant company.

 “Mmm,” you hummed happily as you took a bite, thinking for a minute on your critique, “I like it, but I think you need a different bread. The tang of sourdough just doesn’t sit well with the rest of the dish…” you commented as you set the piece of bread aside to continue eating.

 “I know, I know. The baker said he didn’t have enough supplies to fulfill our order right away, but he should drop by with it sometime today.” She took a large, frustrating bite of bread as she spoke. “Damn you, sourdough….”

You laughed and shook your head at your friend’s antics and continued eating and idly chatting until a particular sound caught your attention.

The familiar groan of the heavy iron gate followed by the heavy CLACK of the door knocker let you know someone had finally arrived.

“Oh, that must be the baker.” You perked up, “I’ll get it, you can finish eating.” You told her and stood, straightening out your dress before you went over to answer.

“You’re just hoping your handsome brooding man is back..!” she yelled with a snicker, her laugh only growing when you yelled back.

“Ah, shut up, Amelia!”

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Dettlaff poured into the cracks of Regis’s private crypt in the form of black and red smoke, coming down to the ground to solidify into his normal self. 

“Regis..?” he called out as he walked around, searching the darkened tunnels.

“Dettlaff… I wasn’t expecting you here. What’s going on?” Regis said, poking his head out from a dimly lit room.

“We need to talk- I… I don’t know what’s going on anymore.” He mumbled as he paced the room. “About Y/n, I- just…” his hand rubbed over his face as he let out a frustrated growl.

Regis quickly dropped everything and moved toward his pacing friend. He was hoping on his eternal life that this wasn’t another tea-spilling incident. It had been obvious as of late how preoccupied Dettlaff had become with you, you were one of the only things he talked about after all. He had been making leaps and strides towards understanding humans as a whole and if that had all turned on a dime…. He almost didn’t want to know. 

“What’s happened now?” The older vampire asked, already dreading the next few words.

 “I…” Dettlaff struggled and ground his teeth audibly “I think I love a human…” He finally admitted, as if admitting shameful defeat. 

Silence bounced around the dark cavern until the crackle of laughter rippled through the air. Regis didn’t even realize he was laughing so hard until he was doubled over from it. 

“STOP LAUGHING” Dettlaff roared out, anger painting over his embarrassment. “Stop laughing at me, Regis!” he hissed, his features twisting into a flash of his more bat-like self. 

“Ah… ah, I’m sorry my friend… I truly don’t mean to laugh I just- I may have seen this coming for some time, but you still surprise me.” Regis said with a pleasant sigh to catch his breath as he righted himself once more.

Dettlaff paused, “You… saw this coming…?” 

Regis almost laughed again, “Dettlaff. My friend- if she walks anywhere near you your brain instantly goes to half capacity. You look at her like a bat looks longingly at its cave come sunrise… I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so caught up on someone,” Regis explained as he shook his head. It’s like he was dealing with a couple of schoolchildren dancing circles around their crush.

“Don’t even get me started on the way she looks at you. I swear-” 

Dettlaff's ears perked up at that, “you think she looks at me the same way?” he interrupted quickly. Humans were often so subtle in their actions and their words that he wasn’t sure if you were just teaching him to be friendly like Regis asked or if you genuinely felt the same. 

Regis raised his eyebrow, arms crossed as if this should all be perfectly clear to the other vampire, “Since the first day she saw you she’s been positively enamored…” 

The cave was quiet once again as Dettlaff took this in, nodding to himself as he took this new information into account. He had just opened his mouth to say something when a horrible feeling pinged deep in his chest. 

Something was wrong.

It was like the deepest pain and grief hit a sudden rolling boil in his chest. His shoulders raised as his entire body tightened with fear, his fingers twitching with the need for action. 

Regis watched him go through the whole thing, his features twisting again as an odd sense of fight or flight kicked in. “What is it?” he asked, having felt his own small shiver of unease- but nothing like his fellow bat. 

“Something’s wrong… something’s really wrong…” Dettlaff’s breath quickened as he looked around him, noting no immediate danger. 

“Go back to the house. Now. I’ll follow behind and keep an eye out.”

With that smoke filled the cavern once more; gray, black, and red fog shooting out of the smallest cracks in the cave's ceiling to race toward home.

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Blood and Vengeance- Part 9

A/N: hello! This chapter has been a long time coming! The wifi here at my remote job in the middle of the forest is pretty bad right now and is only gonna get worse as we get triple the amount of people next month, but I’m gonna keep writing and finding time to post when I can! Thank you all for supporting me with your lovely comments!

Pairing: Dettlaff x Reader

Words: 1621

Warnings: graphic depictions of pain

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

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Regis paced nervously before the closed doorway, an unusual anxiety creasing fine lines into his forehead. 

He had always been the cautiously calm one, the voice of reason, but his composure was being tested. What if the ritual didn’t go as planned? Or what if it did, but you came back… different? Worried thoughts fluttered their wings around his brain, distracting him as the doorway creaked open.

“Regis, you’re going to scare her…” the smooth voice came as the door to your room clicked shut behind it. Dettlaff leaned back against the door with a gentle sigh as he watched his friend.

“How are you so calm about this?” Regis asked as he turned to his dear friend, “I don’t mean to sound boorish, but… between us, I never expected you of all people to be the calm one in this type of situation…” Regis frowned to himself and leaned against the door frame next to him. 

A small huff of laughter came from Dettlaff's chest as he watched down the hall for your arrival, noting the  lack of presence, “May I be  honest with you, Regis?” Dettlaff started in a voice wrapped in unusual softness, continuing after a solemn nod from the man.

 “I’m terrified. I have been for days. Each night sleep drags me away, kicking and screaming, as I desperately try to stay awake to hear the next heartbeat,” he sighed into the open air, “but I can’t let her see that, because this will work- It has to work- there’s no time for another option and It-” his voice grew and grew before coming to a sudden halt, a momentary frown spreading its way across his features before it was quickly hidden away again. “It has to work…,” he finished with a callous whisper.

Regis watched the journey of expressions on Dettlaff’s face, usually, it was usually one so open with emotions that twisted and turned into something new with each action. But now it was forced; as if he was trying to pull one feeling away and everything came down with it. It was not calmness by choice, but calmness by utter necessity that motivated his friend now.

Regis’s shoulders relaxed down at his sides as he took in these words, swirling them around his head like wine in a tall glass. Perhaps he had been rational and put together for far too long; the the thought- the desperation- of saving a pack member being the straw that broke the proverbial camel's back. Perhaps desperate times called for seemingly irrational measures.

The gray-haired man nodded quietly, looking forward down the empty hall as well, “It’s amazing… the way a simple person can change us so fundamentally.” 

“I hate it.” 

Regis couldn’t help but laugh a little at the darker man’s abruptness, a tiny smile creeping onto his sullen lips as well. 

“Well-” Dettlaff amended, “It can be nice at times, I suppose… but I still hate it,”

The two men straightened as footfalls rounded the corner and into the hall. Amelia walked down the hall, stout, strong arms holding you tall as you swayed with your step. A gentle smile graced your lips as you saw the loving blue storms of Dettlaff's eyes, watching you with a mixture of resigned worry and desperate devotion. 

“Are you ready, my dearest moth?” He asked as his hand slipped into yours, fingers brushing over the thrum of your pulse in your wrist.

“Ready as I’ll ever be, my darling bat.” you chuckled softly at your new nickname for your beloved, your laugh echoed easily by that of Dettlaff’s.

Regis, with a relatively calm smile for the first time in a few hours, stepped forward, handing you a cup of warm, red, thick liquid. “The research suggested that some herbs might help in the process of transmission… and I added a little something for pain in there too. It should taste-” the man paused, struggling to lie, “ uh, fine… ish…. More or less.” 

You laughed harder, genuine joy filling you before your side quickly replaced it all with the strain of such emotion. “Ah, oh… It’s much appreciated Regis.” you said as you looked down into the cup, swirling it around slowly- to which it hardly moved. You looked to the older man as you hesitated, your stomach pleading at you not to do it, only to be met with an expectant stare. The same from Dettlaff, and Amelia- the only two you thought might have your back in this. “Uh… down the hatch I guess…?” 

Reluctant, but trusting, you took a big gulp of the viscous medicine- your eyes nearly bursting forth from your head as the taste hit your tongue. The barely muffled chuckle from the group only grew as It took three agonizing swallows to get it all down. “Oh my days, I wasn’t ready for chunks….” you shuddered at the mere memory of it.

But, despite the mental years you aged in those three gulps it was truly the best medicine to see the three people you held dearest laughing amongst each other. If luck will have you, it may be your greatest memory for ages to come. 

Your love’s gentle, yet hurried hands coaxed you through the door into the dimly lit room. Candle flames bobbed and danced in greeting as you passed around toward the bed, the warm orange glow cut only by the pale silver light of the moon through the window. 

Your side rippled with discomfort as you sat on the edge of the bed, Dettlaff coming to kneel before you. Pinpricks of sweat dotted your skin as your nervousness swelled and grew in your stomach. However, as you slipped your hand into his hands, a deep breath quivering in your lungs, your nervousness slowly ebbed. 

Silvery blue eyes, tinted orange in the candlelight, watched your every move, wordless and waiting patiently for your permission.

After a quiet gulp, you managed to whisper. 

“I’m ready…”

He nodded slowly as his face changed in the moon’s pale light. Formerly angry creases seemed far more soft as you looked at him now, light eyes glowing softly as predatory fangs glistened. Your bated breaths echoed in the room as your beloved leaned in close, his flattened nose tenderly brushing against your neck’s heated skin. 

“I apologize, my dear..” His lips grazed your delicate skin as he spoke, seeking to distract you for just a moment before a sharp pain pierced your neck. Razor-sharp teeth sank deep into the muscles of your neck, finding the thrumming artery easily. 

A whimper escaped your throat as you winced against the pain, your tight features soon easing as the pain numbed into a pleasant sensation. You hadn’t even realized the way your hand gripped his jacket tight, your knuckles white with the effort.

His face pulled away, lips vivid with a thin smear of crimson which his tongue quickly darted out to clear. Warm liquid wept from your neck as a metallic smell wafted generously into your nose.  “I know, my dear. I’ve got you…” came your lover’s soothing words as his hand rose to your wounded neck, his palm now slit open and dripping its own shade of red. 

It came slow at first, the faint tingling sensation where your blood mingled with his. A pleasant, numbing heat inched itself through your veins, the temperature slowly growing as it slithered down your neck into your chest. 

You winced as the pool of warmth wrapped around your heart with a firm squeeze, growing and bubbling like magma. Your lungs gasped, desperately trying to catch the cool air around you, to little avail. Your fingers sought out Dettlaff’s arm for solace as his forehead pressed against yours firmly. Your vision swam and your stomach knotted, between it all you didn’t  even register the way your fingernails dug into his soft  flesh.

In one heartbeat the overwhelming heat ebbed away, letting your lungs fill with brisk air for one joyful, fleeting moment as you let your guard down.

'Was that all? I thought Regis said-'

Yet, in the very next heartbeat, you were sorely proven wrong. Hot lava shot through your veins, burning everything that came with it, as a scream tore through your throat with savage ferocity. Your bones boiled like a raging furnace, you could have sworn your flesh was sizzling off your bones with the sheer heat of it.

Your eyes squeezed shut as another pitiful yell rang out and your arms and legs writhed viciously as pain controlled your movements. Endless waves came and went with each passing heartbeat, with every pump of mingling blood cells. You were sure it had only been a minute, but your body would insist that hours went by like this.

 'This can't be it' you thought beyond the haze of your heated skin, 'I'm so sorry, Dettlaff, my love. I thought we'd have more time...'

"My moth... Please hold on. I know it hurts, but just hold onto me- hold onto my voice," his deep rumbles echoed softly in your ears, your consciousness reaching out desperately to hold on.

"I'm right here..." Discomfort distorted his voice, as your muscles tightened and spasmed again. Were you hurting him? You didn't even have the wherewithal to know.

'I'm sorry' you tried to say, but it came out as nothing more than an unintelligible whimper. 

You did everything you could to stay coherent, but your body refused to cooperate any longer- and so into writhing darkness you fell; void of feeling, sound, and time.

....

Until you felt a gentle caress run down your cheek, the soft touch of life- of existing- sliding down your face and brushing across your parted lips.

You made it..?

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Cran-Elderberry Wine

A/N: Happy Midwinter! Here's a quick little fic for the ever lovely @beardedladyqueen Enjoy a little holiday fic featuring our favorite group of friends from Blood and Vengeance!

Pairing: Dettlaff Van der Eretein x Reader

Words: 1273

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“Amelia remind me how big ‘diced’ is?” You asked as you helped prep dinner, your eyes watering at the onion below you.

“About half what you think it is” she replied quickly, “I’ve seen what you think dicing is and it’s far from it,” the redhead said with a laugh as she skillfully chopped through several vegetables.

“Hey..!” You laughed, pointing your knife at her, “I can cook just fine…!”

Amelia grinned, her nose wrinkling with her teasing smile, “Let’s just keep you as the Sous Chef for now, yeah…?” 

You shook your head, and smiled as you crawled out your words, “Yes, chef….” You turned back to your dreadful onion and quickly began to dice away. Though your cuts were nowhere near as consistent as Amelia’s, you thought they looked pretty good! 

You broke the working silence as you brought the onions over to the pot, “So, do you know what Regis and Dettlaff have planned…? I was told I shouldn’t even go upstairs if it’s not an emergency…. And Regis’s lab is a little too weird for me to go snooping around in any way. I never know what I’m gonna find.”

The redhead grinned and nodded, “I agree with you there…. I believe Regis said he wanted to brew up something special for all of us to have with dessert, but I can’t say I know anything about Mister Dettlaff’s plans. I figured you knew.”

You shook your head, “usually Dettlaff’s not very secretive.. so it must mean a great deal to him if only Regis knows-“ 

“-If Regis knows….”

“Mmm, That’s a good point…” 

Amelia shrugged, “Shouldn’t be too long before we find out tough. Both men agreed they wouldn’t be late for dinner, so no more than an hour now,” She said as she checked the clock ticking away on the wall. 

You were beyond thankful for the distraction of cooking, otherwise waiting the full hour would have taken every available ounce of willpower. But as the pots of steaming food sat beautifully on the table and Amelia rang the bell for dinner you were more anxious than ever. You couldn’t wait to see what everyone had planned.

“Hello, little moth…” rumbled Dettlaff’s familiar voice in your ear, you hadn’t even heard him approaching, but- then again, that was normal. 

“Hello, my love…” you hummed happily as warm arms wrapped around you from behind, pulling you flush against him. You leaned your head back against his shoulder, grinning wide as you met those brilliant blue eyes.

His own smile tugged at his expression, just a sliver of white teeth poking out beneath his lips, “Happy Midwinter, little Moth…” he mumbled against your lips in a soft kiss.

Your heart fluttered in your chest as you returned the kiss, “Happy Midwinter, Dettlaff” you hummed as you turned in his arms to face him “Did you finish your surprise? Do… you think we could go take a peek??” You asked with an exciting bounce. 

The higher vampire laughed quietly, the noise filling your heart to its absolute brim, “Sorry, Darling. No special treatment for you this time. But I promise it’s worth the wait” 

You frowned, only causing him to chuckle again, “Come on, Darling, the faster we sit down for dinner the faster we can get to the surprise. 

The four of you sat down around the full dinner table, an array of wonderful scents greeting you with every turn of your head. Dinner was phenomenal thanks to you and (mostly) Amelia. It was the most lavish meal you’d ever had in your life and not 5 minutes after finishing were you already looking forward to the leftovers. 

While you waited for the food to cool enough to put away it was finally time for the grand surprise.

“Oh! I’ve got to go get the dessert! Just give me a moment, I’ll bring it right up!” Said Amelia as she raced toward the kitchen. 

“Ah, I believe that means it’s time for my surprise as well. I’ll also meet you two upstairs, okay?” Regis said with a warm smile as he stood, “Just don’t go spoiling the surprise, okay? We’ll be there shortly.” He teased and turned quickly toward his lab. 

“I guess that just leaves us… shall we?” Your loving bat asked with an extended hand.

“We shall.”

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The four of you stood outside the tall wooden doors of the grand library, their intricate engravings inviting you to open them up to the world. 

“Is everyone ready…?” Dettlaff asked.

Amelia stood on one side of the group, the tray of pastries and sweets held proudly in her hands. Regis stood right beside her, a crate of dark purple bottles held close to his chest, just waiting to be cracked open. 

And then there was you, standing on the end of the group, pure excitement gleaming from your eyes as you watched Dettlaff raise his hands to the door, “Ready..! Come on, my love I want to see..!” 

With a soft rumbling laugh, Dettlaff nodded and pushed open the heavy doors with ease revealing a positively heavenly sight. 

Where do you even begin? Light flooded through the two-story tall windows, their bright red curtains pulled aside to light up the festive room. A grand pine tree- no more than 10 feet tall- stood proudly in the bright curved reading nook the windows provided. It was decorated from head to toe with vivid ornaments and ribbons in every color you could want. Swaths of other ribbons and greenery swirled and twirled around the railings of staircases and the upper floor, and small wreaths and bouts of mistletoe hung in archways and between shelves upon shelves of old books. Carefully placed candles, and a small crackling fire left the rest of the room in a warm orange glow, causing the delicate ornaments hanging from the ceiling to shimmer in their light. Fake snow dusted your small tree, giving it a sprinkling of natural decoration that fell down onto the pile of presents sitting below it.

It was perfect. 

“Oh Dettlaff…” you gasped, holding your chest as you stepped into the otherworldly room. He must’ve been running and fluttering around as smoke around all day to get this done. And it couldn’t have been more worth it. 

Even Regis and Amelia looked amazed, neither of them having guessed what absolute grandeur the dark-haired man would go to. 

“Dettlaff, my friend, I do believe you’ve outdone yourself….” Said Regis in astonishment.

“Oh, I’ll second that. This is gorgeous..!” Amelia gasps, eyes full of wonder and bright lights.

“It’s perfect, Dettlaff…” you grinned, a few tears threatening to spring from your eyes as you took his hand. “I… I don’t know what else to say… Thank you, my love. You made Midwinter everything I had hoped it would be…” 

A warm smile lit up his face as he leaned in to kiss your hand, “I’m happy you like it, little Moth. That’s all I wanted….” 

Surrounded by all your friends and loved ones, you were positive this was going to be the happiest Midwinter celebration in the entire continent.

“Now, what say we crack open a bottle of the Cran-Elderberry wine I made and start opening some presents, hm?” 

“And you promise it doesn’t have anything… potentially fatal in them…?” Amelia said warily, very aware of the Mandrake cordial he usually likes to make. 

“Hmmm. Well, let me think-“ he paused in thought, falling into laughter as Amelia frowned with all the ferocity of an angry Bulldog. “I promise… I promise I was very careful when I made it. Now let’s get to celebrating.”

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Blood and Vengeance - Part 3

A/N: Enjoy some fluff and simple slice of life stuff!

Pairing: Dettlaff x Reader

Words: 1874

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

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Chattering voices and the call of vendors spread through the air as you made your way through the market with Amelia. You two were gathering groceries for the next week or so at the manor as well as doing a bit of personal shopping on the side. 

“Your arms are looking a lot better than they were a few days ago.  I was worried you’d look like a cherry for the rest of your life!” your companion exclaimed above the noise of the market's bustling patrons. 

“Oh Amelia, you always know exactly what to say, don’t you?” you teased and laughed as she handed you another bag of groceries to carry. “Fortunately, Dettlaff gave me a little something to help my burn or I’d still  be looking more cherry-like than ever.”

“He gave you a gift? I still have yet to hear a single peep out of him! Regis does all the talking with me- not that I mind, he’s plenty nice-” she said, turning to you with raised eyebrows. “But he must be taking quite a liking to you. Have you talked to him since?”

You smiled as you thought about it, and nodded, “A few times. Right after I got burned was a little awkward, but I rather like speaking to him. He’s more candid than I expected, but it’s kind of refreshing, you know?” Your eyes wandered idly as you thought back to those meetings. Since he had given you that jar of burn cream you’d been able to make a little conversation with him when you arrived to light his fireplace in the morning or to bring him a glass of wine. He never hid how he felt on a subject when you brought them up and always seemed keen on hearing your side as well, even when it was obvious you knew far less about it than he did. 

“Y/n? Y/n!” Amelia called you back to the present as she waved her hand in front of your face. “Getting a little lost in thought thinking about Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome?” she snickered playfully, “I guess he’s not the only one whose taken a liking…”

“Amelia!” Your cheeks flushed bright red as you bumped her shoulder with your own, “You stop that or I’m going to stop playing pack mule for you!” You held up the various bags of produce that kept your hands full.

“Hmm, I’m still not hearing a no..” she teased, laughter trailing away as she ran ahead to escape your friendly wrath.

The two of you meandered the rest of the market, picking up extra treats here and there when you found yourself stopping in front of a used bookshop. It seemed a little empty inside as you peered in the front window, a little dusty, and piled with countless books- just as any good bookshop should be. But what really caught your eye was the green book being showcased front and center.

It was pale green in color with various moths etched in gold leaf on the cover, the largest one reminding you of the pin that adorned Dettlaff’s coat. 

Moths of Nazair and The Surrounding Regions its title read, and you knew it would be perfect. 

You set the heaping bags of groceries down, taking a quick moment to duck inside the shop. A cough scratched at your lungs as ages of dust plumed up from your disturbance of the idle air. An old lady- looking a little dusty herself- eyed you as you came in, smiling in a way that emphasized her deep laugh lines.

After a nod of acknowledgment, you went straight to the bay window to scoop it up, taking a quick glance at the price inside the cover.

”Oh that's… more than I was hoping it would be.” You mumbled quietly to yourself. It would take a little over half of the money you had put away… but you knew it would be worth it when you gave it to him. After all, you could always save more later, right? 

“Is there a problem, Dear?” The old woman called, her voice too was worn with age, but her short steps shuffled over with a surprising pace to help you. 

“Oh, it's nothing.” you tried to assure her, “I was just… I thought this would be an excellent gift for a... a friend-yes, a friend of mine..” You smiled shyly, embarrassed at the way you paused as you decided what to call him.

Her eyes sparkled with a slightly mischievous sense of knowing as she nodded in response. “Say no more, Dearie. I understand exactly what you mean.” her tone was light and even a little teasing as she headed back to the front counter, waving at you to follow her.

“I’ll tell you what,” she started as she sat back on her stool with a huff of effort, “I’ll give you a good discount on the book, okay?” she said, “I know that look, Dear. Had it once myself even, so  I’ll be no fool and stand in the way of a young love like that…” she said, undoubtedly reminiscing in the romantic adventures of her own youth. 

Your cheeks darkened and felt as hot as the sun as she spoke, but even that couldn’t stop the grin from pulling at your lips as you brought the book up to pay and slipped it into your coat for safekeeping. “Thank you, It’s gonna be perfect

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Dettlaff’s sensitive ears immediately picked up the sound of your familiar footsteps as they came  near and the front gate groaning out your welcoming. He had been listening closer as of late to when you came back from town. He assured himself (as well as Regis) that it was not because he was concerning himself with something as complicated as a human, nor was it because he found himself enjoying when you visited after getting back. It wasn’t even because he found that he missed the sound of your voice in your absence or the gentle thrumming of your heart beneath your skin. No, he would tell anyone that asked that he listened only to make sure you arrived back safely.

It was not uncommon for him or Regis to leave for a few hours or days at a time, they’d smoke away into the night, taking in the surroundings as they went. Regis had just arrived back with a message; There was a group of bandits beginning to move closer to the town; they seemed to only move by night right now, but there was no telling how bold they would be once they reached the town’s limits.

Dettlaff knew Regis only warned him so he’d be prepared and not lash out lest anything happen, but he only found himself worrying more and more the longer you had been out.

“Dettlaff? I have a surprise for you” you said, interrupting his thoughts as you nudged open the library door carefully.

“Y/n” He spoke your name with a faint breath of relief like a man in the desert whose finally seen rain. His brows furrowed downward when he registered your other words, “A surprise? You know I hate surprises.” 

“Yeah, I know,” you shrugged, with a small smile. You held one hand behind your back and led with a cup of blood-red wine in the other.

“And yet you still do it?” he asked. 

“Only because I know it’ll be a good one…” A shy but lovely smile crossed your lips as you set the wine before him slipping the book on the table beside it. You took a half step back and watched his face for a reaction as he lifted the book to inspect it.

“What’s this..? I know this isn’t from our library…” he commented as he looked it over, Moths of Nazair and the Surrounding Regions. He ran his fingers briefly over the golden moth the cover held and opened it to the inside cover where he found your simple inscription.

‘To Dettlaff,

 So no matter where you are, you’ll always have a piece of home.

-         From Y/n’

“I remembered you telling me in passing that you were from Nazair and since you wear that pin everywhere you go, I thought you might like seeing the moths you grew up with…” you trailed off as you explained. You wrung your fingers in your hand as you thought everything over again, ‘was this really a good idea? Maybe this is too bold of a move for what we are right now… wait- we aren’t even anything, why am I so worried?’

It hadn’t been terribly long since you had started working here, but you already found yourself  being pulled in by this stormy-eyed man. One of the things you loved most about him was… rather complicated to express actually. When you watched him go about life and when you two spoke especially- it was almost as if he spoke with ten lifetimes worth of experience. Lifetimes worth of grief, joy, and loss…. You had always considered yourself something of an old soul, but you’re certain that compared to Dettlaff your soul looked like an absolute infant.

But it wasn’t only that- It was that despite so much experience and existence being held inside one person he still felt so much. And though- as you had seen firsthand- there are some downsides to all that concentrated emotion, you wouldn't have it any other way.

The corner of his mouth quirked up slightly in confusion as he looked over the cover of the book once more. “You bought this for me… But why?” He asked, hoping to understand exactly what you were trying to get at. Did you want something in return the way all humans did? Or was this purely altruistic? Or perhaps you just softening him up for something terrible you were about to do?

He had begun growing rather attached to you since that first and fateful day and he was not about to be played like a fool for thinking better of you.

“Why?” you repeated as you blinked in surprise- no one ever really had this reaction to a gift before. “Well… it’s because I instantly thought of you when I saw it. The moth on the cover looked a little bit like your pin and I thought it might make you happy to have..” You answered honestly. your mind worried restlessly on whether your impression of him and you had been all wrong.

But instead of looking upset you watched his expression smooth out and even a small and subtle smile make its way onto his face. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been correct when assuming the best of someone, but then again you just keep surprising him, don’t you?

With another glance at your gift, the small smile still lingering on his lips he finally spoke. “Y/n, would you like to stay a while with me..?” he asked hopefully, “I can help you finish your tasks for today if it makes any difference…”

Your own expression morphed into a large dopey grin as you took a seat before him on his chair’s ottoman.

“I would love nothing more.”

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Blood and Vengeance - Part 8

A/N: heyo, bit of a dialogue heavy chapter and not as much romance, but I hope you’ll like it!

Pairing: Dettlaff x Reader

Words: 2906

Warnings: sickness, symptoms of sickness

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

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“- I know what I have to do.”

Regis’s Expression was calm and resigned as he searched his dear friend’s face. Dettlaff’s expression was solemn and cool and… surprisingly controlled as Regis scanned for all the familiar tics in the dark man's face. 

A heavy moment of quiet surrounded the two higher vampires, unsaid words and understandings looming in the still air. After another silent beat, Regis nodded and crossed his arms in a show of determination, “Alright. What can I do?”

The faintest smile distorted Dettlaff's serious expression, his cold heart warming at the faith Regis held in him. “She needs to know what we are…” He admitted quietly. 

Regis blinked as his head reeled back a bit in surprise, “Dettlaff, are you sure…? Not that I think she’d take it badly, but-” His lips tightened as he glanced away from the conversation, spotting your ignorantly innocent form amongst the flowers, “- but this has the potential to go very wrong…. Even the nicest of folks have turned their torches and swords our way once they knew.” A shadow passed over the higher vampire’s usually optimistic expressions, a memory of darker times coming to the surface for a brief breath. 

“I’m sure,” the stormy man said, feet moving on their own to take him back to the large window. Amelia pointed up toward him, causing you to turn, your face bright with simple excitement as you waved at your ever-watchful protector. Another wave of warmth gripped his heart and pulled his lips into a more significant smile. “I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.” 

“Besides, time is of the essence…” Dettlaff continued, “Her wound has become infected, and it's spreading fast. It’s already starting to reach toward her heart,” concern laced his tone as he waved back at you, feigning mirth as you watched his face, “and as much as I trust your medicines I don’t know if it can be made and work fast enough to be fully reversed. She’s fading so fast, Regis…”

Regis could hear his friend’s heart breaking with each word, only finally admitting the situation out loud, “I see….” He sighed, “We must have missed some pieces of that old knife when we cleaned out the wound…”, long clean nails tapped his chin as he considered all the options. “I mean, I could try to modify one of the Witcher potion recipes for human use but it would still be a big risk, or we could try to clean it out again and apply a stronger antibiotic…” he mused.

“ Or….” Dettlaff said, his silence saying more than his words could. 

“Absolutely not” Regis replied on instinct, every part of his brain violently against it, “we can’t do that Dettlaff, I can’t condone it”. His silent footsteps paced anxiously over the carpet and he was sure if he walked any faster he would surely see smoke. 

“Regis…” Dettlaff frowned, crossing his arms as he settled into this strange reversal of roles. “Regis, there’s not another-” 

“There are always other options, Dettlaff!” Regis snapped uncharacteristically, surprise covering his expression as he realized his angrily hunched demeanor and growing claws. “I’m- I’m sorry… I don’t know what came over me….” A strong hand gripped his shoulder, squeezing a gentle comfort as he looked up at his stormy-eyed friend once more. 

“I want to give her the option, Regis. If my blood can save her, if it can make her whole again, then I want her to know about it.” Though Dettlaff didn’t dare mention his other motivations; the thought that maybe- possibly- his blood could extend your lifespan as well. Human lives were so often just a blip in the timeline of his ‘immortality’ and if he could do anything- anything- to make it just make it a few decades longer then he would do it in a heartbeat. 

But he didn’t have to say it, Regis already knew; human or not every creature was greedy in the face of love. A deep sigh escaped his chest as his hand ran down his face, “We have no idea what it’ll do to her… I’ve heard of other higher vampires trying to… essentially turn their loved ones and it’s- “ he paused, “Its risky. All of them went through horrible pain and anguish- most dying in agony while others seemed to eventually even out, though they still did not turn completely.” 

“And I don’t want her to turn… it's her humanity that made me fall first” he quickly replied, “her clumsily kind nature and that ridiculous dopey smile of hers when she sees something she loves…” he trailed off, his mind rolling down an endless list he didn’t possibly have time to name. 

Regis’s expression tightened as he listened, reluctant, but understanding to his friend’s explanation and plea “I -… let’s talk to her tonight… and I’ll do some research in the meantime.” the older man’s voice was tired, and resigned, but still held a sense of duty about it as he began to walk away. 

Dettlaff pulled him to a halt for just a moment as he passed, “Regis, My brother,” the vampire spoke, “I don’t want you to do this because you think there is some debt between us… If you’re adamant…”

A small smile tugged momentarily at Regis’s lips before quickly fading again,” I assure you it is not…. While I will forever feel a debt over the kindness and dedication you showed in rebuilding me from naught but melted flesh, I do this because I can see how important she is to you. And though I can not understand the depths of which you hold your love for her I can say I have come to care for her too as one of our own.” 

Dettlafff’s shoulders eased, releasing the tension they didn’t realize they were holding and sinking into softness as his hand pulled away. “... Thank you, Regis…”

“Of course. Anything for my brother.”

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“Just a few more steps, my dear…” Dettlaff urged quietly, though you were obviously only halfway up the grand staircase. His had hovered over the small of your back, anxiously waiting to provide you support as his other hand held your own, proving as much needed leverage. 

Your exhausted body begrudgingly pulled your foot up yet another step as you whined out a complaint, “Dettlaff, I’m too tired for this… why do we have to go up to the library…?” You huffed and puffed, taking a moment’s respite on the current step. 

“Regis and I had something we wanted to talk to you about… show you…” 

“Well, that doesn’t sound concerning at all, does it..?” you quipped between breaths. “Dett… Love, I don’t know if I can do this, would you-”. Swift, strong hands scooped you up without further utterance, holding you securely against his chest as you yelped in surprise. 

“You needn’t even ask…” his low words rumbled pleasant vibrations against the skin of your temple, raising goosebumps along your arms in response. His legs took easy strides as he carried you up the remaining stairs, holding you as if you weighed no more than a stack of books. Your head rested as a comfortable weight against his, your skin boiling hot to the touch, but a welcome sign of life all the same. 

Regis had already set up by the time you arrived. He stood before the high arching windows, flipping quickly through a large tome before replacing it on the mound of books at his side. “Ah, Y/n. Welcome,” he said with that ever-pleasant smile, putting your nerves a little more at ease, “I trust your time in the garden was as pleasant as it looked?” 

A small smile spread from your face to his as Dettlaff rested you on the large blue armchairs, “The bumble bees were out and lazily passing from flower to flower. And it was nice to feel the sun again… but I have a feeling you didn’t call me in here to talk about bees and sunshine.” your eyebrow raised as you looked up at him. 

“Right… Well, you see the reason we asked you in is -”

“I’m here! Hold on, I’m here!” Came the rushed voice of your dear friend Amelia as she rushed in- her short legs moving a mile a minute. Her figure was partially obscured by a silver tray piled high with fruit-filled pastries and everything you could possibly need for tea. 

“Sorry, I bake when I get nervous….” she explained as she set the tray in front of you, immediately stepping to the side to give the two men the floor once more. 

An uncontrollable chuckle bubbled in your throat at her delightful mannerisms as you shook your head, “No worries, Amelia. But, what would you have to be nervous about?” 

“I- Uh…” Her round face flushed pink as she realized her slip-up, the rosy color extending to the very tips of her ears. Petrified eyes looked over to Regis and Dettlaff in a desperate attempt to be rescued. 

Regis- everyone’s social knight in shining armor- stepped forward at this and held a hand out to ease her, “Miss Y/n, we have not been completely honest with you…” 

A flash of anxiety ran through your eyes as your gaze dashed to your beloved, who- for the first time- had his eyes intentionally cast down away from you. “What do you mean…?” your voice was steady, but you could fear the shakiness would creep in soon. 

“My Dear, please understand that I did not mean to- I mean- yes, I did, but…” a quiet growl of annoyance escaped his throat as he started over, “ I did not want to keep this from you, but for the time it was the best and safest option..” 

Regis nodded, “Y/n, what do you know of monsters..?” 

“Monsters?” your brow creased curiously, “Um, well… some hurt and hunt people and others are more like us and just trying to get by. And long ago people made Witchers to defend us from them…”

A pleasant smile came from Regis as he nodded, “You’re more well-versed than many… and what about vampires?” 

“I- why the hell are we talking about this? What does this have to do with anything?” Your patience was beginning to wear thin as the men continued to beat around the bush.

“Please, moth… Answer the question. I promise we’ll get to the point soon.” Dettlaff quietly pleaded, still refusing to meet your eyes. 

You huffed a bit in annoyance, the pain in your side mounting with the tiredness behind your eyes- but you would oblige. “Um… I don’t know. They need blood to survive, get hurt in sunlight, and turn into bats. And a stake through the heart and some holy water are supposed to kill them, I guess. Now what's the point?” 

“You’re very close,” Regis said, “those facts apply to most vampires, yes. However, higher vampires are different. They look just like any other human and blood is more of a…” Regis’s nose scrunched uncomfortably as he continued. “... a drug, than a necessity. They have other forms and can change between them if they want, but-” 

“Regis, you’re lecturing…” Dettlaff interrupted, 

“But it’s important that she understand the background of it-” Regis began to argue, quickly getting interrupted by Dettlaff who decided there was no time left to drag it on. 

A growl escaped from the stormy-eyed man as his features shifted and scrunched into something far more bat-like; his nails extended like foot-long claws from his hands and his previously dark eyes became a petrifying white. Sharp predatory fangs protruded from his lips as his teeth bared before you. 

A short scream escaped you before your hands could cover your mouth, shock, and fear escaping uncontrollably. “I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean-” 

But your voice escaped you as Regis’s face now changed as well, their features were similar overall, though the details differed. Regis’s ears pointed upwards far more than Dettlaff and his front two teeth extended as an extra pair of fangs for a total of four menacing dagger-like teeth. 

You fought against your nerves as your hands began to shake over your lips, not from a fear that you would be hurt- you knew them far better than that- but a more instinctual fear that any prey feels in the gaze of its predator. “And… and you..?” you gazed at Amelia now.

“Me? Oh, goodness no! I’m as human as it gets… I’m just here for moral support…” she smiled a tiny bit, keeping her gaze away from the monstrous features of the two men in the room, “ they showed me after the bandit incident. But I’m… ah, I’m still getting used to it myself…” she admitted in embarrassment as she kept her gaze away. 

The two men’s composure immediately softened once their new features settled, worry crossing their expressions at your reaction. 

“My Moth…” Dettlaff’s voice was still the same as he took slow steps toward you, kneeling down before your feet, “ I am still the same man you know… I may have hid my vampiric nature, but I have been honest in everything else.” his hand reached out for yours, slow and tender movements to ensure he didn’t scare you off. Careful of his claws he took your hand in his and pressed your palm against his cool cheek. 

“I’m still the same man you fell in love with…” His eyes closed as he subtly nuzzled into your cautious touch, “and I would never dream of hurting you- I still have full control and-”

“I know” you said, “I know you’d never hurt me,” your thumb ran over the creases of his flattened nose, following them down to his mouth of glistening fangs. “I knew I saw something on my first day, and that day with the bandits… but I didn’t let myself believe it,” you tapped the tip of his fang curiously, wincing and recoiling as you pricked your finger.  “Ah- sharp…” you quickly brought your finger to your lips to lick away the drop of blood as Dettlaff laughed softly at you. “It’ll take some time for me to understand everything and get used to seeing you be- ah, ‘batty’ for lack of a better word. But at the end of the day, I’m still honored to be loved by you…” your warm and sincere smile glistened in the dimming afternoon light. 

Dettlaff’s features smoothed back to normal as he let out a sigh of relief and mumbled into your palm “I love you, my Moth… I love you, I love you…” quick, loving kisses peppered your palm as his hands enclosed yours.

Amelia sighed dreamily from behind you, her hands held over her heart as if she was watching the most tremendous wedding of her life. 

“And as happy as I am that you’ve shared this with me, I thought you said this had to do with making me better…?” 

“It does” a now normal-looking Regis answered, “see, each higher vampire has its own special abilities… I tend to put creatures at ease and get along with humans better than most…” He explained.

“And I…” Dettlaff added, “Can heal myself of almost anything…” 

Quietly you looked between the two of them, nodding slowly as you took in the new information, though you were still a little confused at the direct connection. “Okay, so…. You can heal me? I could have been better this whole time?” 

“Its not that simple. See Dettlaff’s blood can make whoever has some regenerate- I myself have experienced it first hand- but I’m already a higher vampire. We have no idea how it would affect you as a human. I’ve been researching for hours and it seems like it’s more of a ‘perfect match’ situation. You’ll go through pain either way, but if you two match it’ll even out and you’’ll be fine… but if you don’t…” 

“I’ll die.” you sighed, “ and what are the other options…?”

“Well, I could try to make a range of potions and salves, but there is also no guarantee that they would work in time for such a late stage infection.”

Silence laid heavy amongst the four of you as all thoughts raced around the room, bated breaths became roaring winds and Amelia’s nervous fidgeting thundered like stampeding feet.

“I…” Everyone looked up to hear the verdict.

“I want Dettlaff to heal me.” you said firmly, “If I run the risk of dying no matter what then I have nothing to lose in choosing this. And I believe we’ll be more than a perfect match.” you said, trying desperately to convince yourself with words you only half believed. You would like to have more faith in it, but you can only believe so much in something that has the same likelihood as the flip of a coin.

Dettlaff’s eyes radiated the truest love known to this world as you spoke; faith, trust, and determination running abound in his gaze as he looked up at you. You would not die in this endeavor, and he would destroy every godly power that dared to think differently.

Regis nodded, quiet and accepting as he began to gather his books, “If that is what you wish, I will be happy to help. We’ll begin tonight in a couple of hours; I would gather your strength and find a comfortable place where you’d like to… recover.” 

Or die.

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Blood and Vengeance - Part 1

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

Pairing: Dettlaff x Reader

Words: 1332

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

Part 1 | Part 2 |

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Blood and Vengeance - Part 2

A/N: why is this like…. the most well written thing I’ve written?? Doesn’t matter, Dettlaff deserves it.

Pairing: Dettlaff x Reader

Words: 3,587

Warnings: Minor burns, Anger

Part 1 | Part 2

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Your stomach fluttered with butterflies as you made your way past the iron gate once more, Its creaking groans welcoming you as you passed onto the estate grounds. Two gardeners were clearing detritus from the garden beds and chatting here and there. They both watched as you slipped past the gate and waved a greeting to you, pulling a small smile and wave from yourself in return. 

You stepped up to the main doors, hand outstretched to knock when Regis swung open the door before you could even touch it, nearly scaring you to death. “Ah, hello again, miss Y/n. My apologies for startling you- I heard the gate creak as you came in. Come; let me lead you down to your room so you can settle.” he offered with a kind smile and took a bag from your hands to help.

Okumaya devam et