#Emiel Regis x Y/n

[cosmos-coma]

'Did you know..?"

A/N: A request/suggestion by the ever-lovely @beardedladyqueen! While Regis isn't really my thing personally I'm always more than happy to experiment with characters and see what makes people happy! I also realized while writing this that I... I'm just Reigs. I'm an herbalist who just loves to tell people fun facts and maybe falls a little in love when people use scientific names.

Pairing: Regis x Reader

Words: 727

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Birds tweeted eloquently from above, their feather-light songs bouncing off each other and stitching themselves into a fantastic melody. The wind rustled through the delicate grass, tickling your arms as you cut another leaf off the little plant. The large umbrella of shade trees above provided a welcome respite from the wicked heat of the day as well as a comforting sense of protection as it watched over your dutiful work.

“Alright, thank you little plant, that's all…” you said with a quick smile as you stood back up and placed your fistful of leaves into an empty jar. Quietly your feet padded around the well-worn protrusions- headstones dappling the surrounding landscape- as you look for your next plant. Your fingers brushed against a particularly moss-covered wall as you made your way around a moss-covered mausoleum when you were nearly scared out of your own skin.

“Aah!” you exclaimed, jumping about a foot in the hair, your hands immediately clutching your chest as you spotted him, “oh- ah, wow… I’m terribly sorry, I didn’t know anybody else was here..” you explained as you looked over at the figure sitting before a long-gone campfire. He had dark gray hair pushed back and away from his face, matching sideburns that emphasized already prominent cheekbones, and tired eyes that you’re sure made him look far older than he really was. But you found it all rather endearing, he looked as if he spends all night carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, yet still seemed to hold the sunniest disposition.

“Oh, that’s quite alright.” the older man said, standing up from his fire to turn to you. “I wasn’t aware anyone frequented this area- oh, forgive my manners” he held his hand out to you, “I’m Regis… “ he said as he shook your hand.

You introduced yourself in turn with a gentle smile and a shake of his hand. “It's been a while since I've foraged here if I’m being honest, so I doubt I could lay much claim to it.” 

“Hmm, is that lily of the valley and… do I smell lemon balm?” The vampire inquired with curious excitement as your hands came close, now peeking over to look toward your herb-laden basket.

You chuckled with surprise and showed him your collection, “What an amazing nose you have..! Yes, I just gathered some before I came around the corner.”

Regis's lips pulled into a sheepish smile, knowing he was perhaps being a little too telling with his vampiric talents than he would have liked, “yes, well I-I think the scent must still be on your hands,” he said, straightening his posture a bit more, “I actually dabble a bit into herbalism as well… did you know that lemon balm can be used for anxiety, appetite, and even-” 

“-Insomnia,” you two said in unison, causing you both to pause before easy laughter filled the otherwise lonesome cemetery.

You grinned brightly as you shook your head, “Yes, actually that's what I’m gathering it for… I’ve been having absolutely dreadful sleep lately and was hoping Miss Melissa officinalis could help me out a bit with that”, you said with the slightest tinge of blush- no one ever wanted to talk plants with you before. Usually, people just listened for a bit to amuse you, but rarely did they ever want to bring it up again. Yet here this older man stood before you with an almost giddy smile that was barely hidden behind a veil of well-mannered resignation. 

Regis on the other hand thought his immortal heart might just burst out of his chest and onto the floor, then and there. A fellow herbal enthusiast and you can drop a scientific name into conversation like it's nothing? He couldn’t remember the last time he had smiled so broadly at something so seemingly small. 

“I- please, forgive me if this is too forward,” Regis started, nearly tripping over his seat as he stepped forward. He knew it was terribly unlike himself to be so clumsy, but for some reason, he just couldn’t seem to help it. “but would you mind if I accompanied you while you continue to forage?”

Your shy but determined smile captivated him like the first glimpse of morning light as you held your basket out to the love-struck vampire.

 “Only if you promise to carry the basket.”

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[crowleyellestair]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[terato-onlyfangs]

Two Wolves and The Scaredy Bat

Geralt x Reader x Regis

Warnings: Fluff, some swearing, the reader are anxious, but that won't last long. The reader shreds their clothes at one point.

Words: 2086

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Toussaint was so different from Skellige, so this experience is vastly different. So colorful, the sun and sky only bared bright and clear skies. The lack of bloodshed was also highly noted and highly appreciated. A month after you fell in love with two interesting folks, it felt as if you knew them for your whole life with only a week. And now you've been with them for 3 weeks. Geralt and Regis were very open, yet they didn't pry into your life. You did say you were from Skellige, plus a few stories that wouldn't reveal your dark secret. So the lack of prying was rather nice.

Later tonight was set for a date, a calm one at that. Just to sit in the woods, sit near the fire, and chat our hearts off. It was quite reasonable since you're rather new yet so it was a nice way to get to know each other. Plus, you were rather fond of simple dates, and Geralt full-heartedly agreed to that. Regis didn't seem to mind, however. Seemingly more expandable, and honestly that was rather comforting. Forever in your heart will love nature, but it's time to put a paw into civilization.

Typically, you would visit the two even if it was date night. For once you chose to stay in the woods. Transforming into your beastly form, not to hunt or kill, but to lie in the grass. To scratch your back on trees once again and with less worry of a random attack. No one knew what you were, what you are. A nice transition and again very much needed. No more useless bloodshed. Though spending most of the day in the woods meant you needed to bathe and get dressed beforehand. So that you did. Even using some of the lotion that Regis had given you, that sure was going to make the Vampire happy. You wore something nice, but nothing too fancy. A simple white button-up shirt and new Hunter's pants graced your form.

You found the two at their humble vineyard garden. A beautiful sight alone when the sun is high, but remarkably gorgeous when the sun sets. A view that only made your old heart flutter at your new boyfriends that waved for you.

"Long time no see", Geralt joked. Seemingly in a good mood, probably from Regis. Which caused a chuckle, once he gave one hell of a bear hug. "Missed you too, big guy."

Once Geralt put you down, Regis gave a much sweeter and a gentle hug, nevertheless still very welcoming. "It's great to see you again!", Regis greeted addictively warmly. "Hmm, I sense you used the lotion that I gave you."

"I have and am." You smiled, enjoying the hugs. Only to frown once Emiel pulled away. A soft laugh came from the vampire, though grabbing Geralt's than my own hand. Happily, we were guided into the woods. Enjoying a quiet walk with each other was rather nice. Soon setting up near where I was earlier that day. Oddly Regis seemed tense, though, did not mention why. Perhaps wanting to keep the date afloat. Quickly the night came, luckily we had everything set. Even though we didn't need the sun's light, but the two didn't know I didn't need it. Hence the fire, besides keeping Geralt and I warm. Geralt took out the drinks, alcohol, and passed everyone some since he was in the middle. The moon was simply a slit, no full moon thankfully. Much harder to control your transformation in the full moon. Though the sky was beautiful, much clearer than what you've usually seen.

"I've never seen the sky this beautiful before.", completely awestruck by the scene your boyfriends only smiled. Used to the starry sky by seeing it many times over.

"It is a nice night, if I may say so."

Geralt agreed, "It is nice. The skies are usually cloudy in Skellige. So I'm sure this is new to you.", The Witcher smiled at you. It warmed your heart that he knew quite a bit on Skellige. So you nod and smiled back. "It is, even on cloudless nights, it's never been this beautiful."

"Not as beautiful as you, my dear."

"You sly bastard. Thank you though"

Geralt snorted at your soft remark midway gulping down some booze. Almost choking, quickly recovering thankfully. Regis only shook his head, holding a smile as he sipped his drink.

"Not a problem. And Geralt, you too look very beautiful as well. Even chocking on alcohol. ", Regis jested though amused by Geralt's earlier snorting.

"Oh, hush", Geralt smirked before placing a quick kiss on his lips before giving you the same treatment. But the moment was interrupted by a twig being snapped suddenly, caused by an animal. Most likely a deer. But Regis' smooth demeanor changed by one of panic in a heartbeat.

"Werewolf!", Regis yelled, panic charged through him after hearing that snap. The scent of werewolf breezed through, which was created by you, was faint but it scared Regis so. But Geralt cruelly laughed, he knew they were safe here, otherwise, he wouldn't have laughed. And he hadn't seen Regis jump over, a werewolf for many, many years. No matter how hard he tried to scare Regis by thinking he was a werewolf which never worked. Especially when scents are remembered, Geralt's scent is something Emiel could never ever forget. For if he did, either he went insane or finally dead. However, through the panicking and Geralt snorting now, you grew rather nervous.

"Regis? A werewolf? Don't be silly.", now the fear of being no longer accepted haunts you, most likely mistaken for a fear of a werewolf as well. Regis took a deep breath through his nose, realizing his claws from his satchel strap. "Sorry, it was rather silly. My nerves flared up after catching an old scent. And I'm deathly afraid of werewolves."

"A vampire that's afraid of werewolves? Never heard of that before." Geralt jests but comforts Regis by wrapping an arm to his side. "We'll be fine. I promise I'll look around, here again, tomorrow. It is odd to see, or smell a werewolf in Toussaint."

Regis nodded, "It is and I'm not willing to see it.", singling the date was over once he left in a hurry. You and Geralt joined once the fire was put out. Though far behind now.

"Geralt, do you think all werewolves are bad?"

"Not all, I managed to help release curses from all that I can. That and they are difficult opponents to fight."

You only gave a nod. But gave a smile when he gave you a curious look, "I should go home before a big bad wolf gets me. And I'm sure Regis needs comfort."

Geralt didn't laugh at your wolf joke. It was concerning to him. Worried that the date went bad or you're scared of werewolves like Regis or even feeling left out somehow. "You sure you don't want to join us at my place? You can stay since your home is quite far away."

"I'm sure Geralt. Thank you for offering though.", you have his cheek a kiss before running off before he could protest or offer to take you home. No doubt Geralt has good intent, a real sweetheart even. But Regis's fear made you incredibly nervous. Distant and pained even. Can't blame his fear, however, werewolves are terrifying even to other werewolves. Most can't control themselves and even learning that control takes many, many years to perfect. Seemingly it's easier for non-cursed werewolves, ones that have been birthed through a werewolf parent. Which are almost rare on its own. Vincent, you believed was birthed, but words would always change a bit after being passed, and well Vincent was rather a popular talk amongst other werewolves. However, that's what you are, a birthed and non-curable werewolf. Something Regis no doubly feared. You sighed at your thoughts as you travel back into your house. Rather easy, to see in the dark, even when the moon has been just a slit. For some reason and you knew that your senses are sharper as a human yet not as sharp when you're in your beastly form. You thought it was odd, but yet you're from a long line of natural werewolves so maybe it's normal.

After a while, thoughts collecting, swirling, and twirling with anxiety and thoughts of your kind. Busying yourself, you reached your home. Actually tripping in your own yard. You stayed on the ground sighing, soon sitting up. Looking up. It was still a beautiful night. You suppose that the darkest time is yet to come, on the day of tomorrow. Better grab some rest, then, as you went back into your cabin.

New day, a restart in fresh air and light. Shame that marks of fear drowns the grace of nature. You travel to your boyfriend's house, greeted by Geralt. The Witcher was in his gear, most likely ready to look for that werewolf that made that stale scent.

"Hey (Y/N), sorry I'm not going to be able to talk for long. Regis is in the lab."

"Would it be okay if I joined you?"

"No, it's too dangerous for you."

"Please?"

"No, it's too much of a risk for you."

"Geralt please-", you sighed, "At least let me show you something at least." Grabbing his hand and dragging him to the woods before he could protest, you two were finally alone. Geralt huffed but stood with his arms crossed. "What did you want to show me?"

"Geralt.. I'm the werewolf."

"Really?"

"I was the werewolf that caused that scent. I can show you.", with that you walked away, giving yourself room for the transformation. Quickly, your monstrous form took shape. Geralt for once feared if you'd attack only because you looked much stronger than normal werewolves. Not only that, but you were rather huge, unbeknownst to him that you're rather older than he thought. Your fur was beautiful obsidian black, sleek and lustrous. Your eyes haven't changed, no pure instinct clouding your beautiful, calculated orbs. "I won't... attack." Or rasped hoarsely.

Geralt relaxed, releasing the grip of his silver sword. "You're a child of a werewolf, aren't you?." Simply you gave a nod, speaking was rather difficult in this form. You whine, scared even when you rest your head against Geralt.

"Are you in pain?", Geralt worried, yet petting your smooth fur. "No... What will.. Reegis thinhk.", words slurred but still able to be processed.

"I think no matter what, he'd love you still."

If you could smile you would. Tears would threaten to spill if you were in your human form. Rather hard to express some emotions in this form so you took it through a rather gentle hug. "Thannks. Geralt."

You moved away from Geralt, shocked to see Regis frozen, mouth agape. You were shocked, but not as shocked as he was, most likely hearing. No seeing everything, most likely wanting to tell his Witcher to be safe.

"Regis..."

"Is it truly you, (Y/N)? A werewolf?"

You nod, nervous, swallowing thickly. Geralt waved Regis over, and the vampire came. "I still love her, Regis."

Regis gave a nod, carefully gliding his hands to the sides of your head. "As do I. Never thought you were a werewolf. I'm sorry about my anxieties. I had a very bad experience with a werewolf when I was just a lad. However, it's not your fault." You shift, changing back to your human form. Instantly you grabbed Regis in a tight hug, those tears you were holding back came out. Geralt soon joins the hug pile, pick the both of you up slightly. "I love you two so much.. Sorry for not telling you both sooner."

"It's fine, we forgive you." Regis soon agrees, "That we do." With that, Geralt returns everyone back down on the ground. Soon noticing the tattered clothes on your frame. Barely hanging onto your body. "Oh my, I'm sure we can lend you some of our clothes", Regis kept his eyes on your face. "That would be appreciated.", you chuckled nervously.

You two quickly returned to the vineyard home. Stealing some of Geralt's clothes. Returning to the boys, only to be thrown on the bed for some cuddles. Your worry and anxiety are all gone as both of their arms wrapped around you. Peppered with nothing but love.

"I love you guys."

"Love you too."

"I love you as well."

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[gauntie-o-dimm]

Emiel Regis X Reader | What Will Remain Of Us | Chapter 21-30

Originally posted on AO3. Keep an eye on the warnings, these apply from chapter 25 and up.

Word count: 1700+ Warnings: Death, angst, Frontotemporal Dementia

Chapter 21 - Orphanage

‘Missus Godefroy, please tell us about vampires again!’

Even though her shift was nearly over and the nightly caretaker was about to arrive, she smiled and sat down with the children, who quickly gathered around her.

‘You know that Mrs Wilson does not appreciate it when my stories give you nightmares.’

‘Please Mrs Godefroy! Little Elise is already in her room, hiding under her blankets because your beloved will pick you up soon!’

A hearty laugh escaped her lips as they curved upwards even further and she brushed her hand through the boy’s dark hair.

‘Perhaps another time. Perhaps Mr Regis himself could tell you one day about being a vampire.’

‘Mr Regis most certainly could.’ She was startled by a voice at the door, a silverfox vampire leaning against the frame, smiling slightly.

La Compassion made him think of the higher vampire Orianna, yet he wasn't sure if those memories were fond of not.

Mrs Wilson brushed past him and the children of the orphanage scurried off, but not before giving Regis’ lover a quick hug.

‘See you tomorrow Mrs Godefroy, thank you for being so nice to us!’

‘Not a problem, Simon. Be a good boy now, and maybe Mr Regis can come with me one day.’

‘Oh no, nothing of the sort.’ Mrs Wilson exclaimed, practically shooing her towards her husband.

‘Alright, Agnes. I will bring a Katakan instead. That could be safer after all.’

Chapter 22 - Flower Crowns

‘Mommy, look at this!!’

She looked at the little girl before crouching down next to her. Upon her blonde curls, a flower crown was placed, another clutched in her hands.

‘Daddy taught me how to do it! This one is for you.’

Her daughter reached up and placed the wreath of daisies upon her mother’s head.

(Y/n) moved to pick up the six-year-old and arose from her low position, smiling as she saw Regis in the doorway, a fond look on his face, a slight hue of pink on his cheeks. In his silver hair, also a flower crown.

‘You look lovely.’ Emiel said, approaching his wife, kissing her on the cheek and ruffling their daughter’s hair.

‘Little Molly is a quick learner. Soon she will steal all my herbs to make them into a braid.’

‘Would you mind?’ She asked him, smiling at her daughters enthusiastic expression.

‘Quite so.’

Chapter 23 - Sick

He held back her hair from her face as she sat hunched over, belching out whatever was left inside her stomach. The stench that came from the growing puddle underneath her was pungent and far from pleasant.

'I am sorry, Regis.' she muttered, bags under her eyes and small pieces of puke stuck to the corners of her lips. She tried to rub some of it away, only causing it to stick to the back of her hand. He gave her a small smile, rubbing her back reassuringly.

'That's alright. You're just sick. Just get it all out of there.'

He didn't need to tell her twice. She returned to vomiting all over the grass like there was no tomorrow.

Chapter 24 - Energetic

Little Molly was quicker than her mother, and she knew it.

So when Regis returned home one day, a bottle of wine and a fresh bread in hand, he was far from surprised to find his love out of breath, a jumpy, jolly child still running around.

'Won't that child ever grow tired?' she wondered, causing the Higher Vampire to chuckle. The corners of his eyes crinkled in a smile as he observed the blonde curls dancing around the room.

'Only to think about the idea that one time we were as young and energetic as her.' 'I can't remember that at all.'

'Me neither, dear. But tonight, she will be exhausted. I have brought some wine, so we have all the evening to ourselves.'

His lips brushed against the nape of her neck, making her blush. In front of them, a blonde head appeared, a small finger reaching out to them.

'Tag, you're it.'

Chapter 25 - Overcooked

Regis returned home from the market to a pungent, awful scent.

With a hand in front of his mouth and nose, he entered the cozy homestead quickly.

He found the love of his life in the kitchen behind a boiling pot of whatever was in there. The food had long overcooked and hot water was flowing onto the floor freely, staining the wood a few shades darker.

The thing that confused him even more was that she didn't seem to mind at all. Instead, she was zoned out, staring out of the window.

'Darling?'

He reached out, turning off the heat. The boiling in the pot died down, revealing burned potatoes.

'Darling?' he touched her arm, startling her.

'Oh, Regis, you scared me.'

'Are you alright?'

She nodded, turning to the cooking again. 'Yes, yes I am fine.'

'Are you sure? You were completely zoned out there for a moment. The potatoes are over-boiled.'

'Oh... I am sorry, dear. I must've forgotten that those were on the stove.'

Regis rubbed his chin, observing her, narrowing his eyes. He hummed, letting it slip for now.

'If you say so.'

'Don't worry about it.'

Chapter 26 - Birthday

On her tippy-toes, little Molly moved closer to the bedroom, Regis in tow with a tray in his hands.

It was early, the scent of omelettes and freshly brewed tea filling the room. Carefully, Molly pushed open the door, the hinges slightly creaking.

'...Happy birthday to you!'

Regis and Molly sang loudly enough to startle awake the woman that was still laying underneath the covers.

'Happy birthday mommy!' the blonde girl ran up to her mother, jumped onto the bed and hugged her.

'It's... It's my birthday today? I thought my birthday was next week!'

Molly laughed as her mother startled tickling her.

'You and daddy set up breakfast in bed for me? How sweet of you!'

Regis smiled fondly at the scene, placing the tray carefully on the duvet.

'Of course.' he spoke, leaning in to press a chaste kiss onto her lips, earning an 'Ewww!' from little Molly.

The couple laughed, Regis' hand momentarily curling around the small of the birthday woman's waist in a protective manner.

'We have way more surprises up our sleeves. All that we can tell you is that you need to put on a cute dress with some swimming wear underneath.'

She sighed happily as she took a sip of her tea. 'That sounds too lovely, my darlings!'

Chapter 27 - Molly

Something in Regis stirred in concern at the sight of Molly's rather disheveled curls. What caused him more unease however was the fact that she was still in her pajamas.

His love was ready to head for the market, a warm cloak already wrapped around her form to shield her from the icy fingers of winter's merciless grip. 'Come on, Molly, we are going out.'

'But mom, I am not ready yet!'

'Don't be silly, come on, we don't want to miss out on the warm cinnamon rolls Pierre has been baking, do we?'

The pit of Regis' stomach churned in an unpleasant way.

'Darling.' he whispered. 'she is still in her pajamas.'

Her eyes widened in genuine surprise as she observed Molly a bit better - the little girl was on the verge of crying. 'Oh...' she muttered, 'but we can fix that quickly, can't we?'

Regis just looked on as she ushered their daughter towards her room to dress her, a heavy stone on his chest as he tried to suppress tears.

Chapter 28 - The Beginning Of The End

'Isn't there anything you can do, then?'

'No.' a certain raven-haired sorceress spoke with sadness in her voice. Violet eyes flickered to her form a few meters away, busy with skimming through a book, before lowering to the floor.

'I am so sorry, Regis. But there are things even black magic can not undo.'

'What do you suggest I should do, then?'

Yennefer sighed deeply, lips slighty parted.

'I am afraid you should begin the process of letting her go.'

Regis looked up at the sound of his lover approaching them.

'Did you find the book you was looking for?' she asked with a smile.

'I did.' Regis whispered, tucking said book into his bag. 'Let's go home.' he muttered, taking her hand into his.

He brought it up to his lips and kissed it lightly, making sure she couldn't see the sadness in his eyes.

Chapter 29 - Orphanage, part II

The remark had pierced her like a sword.

'You cannot come back anymore.'

This couldn't be. The orphanage was her everything.

'Why?' she said with dismay laced through her voice. Her legs felt heavy and she nearly fell over.

'The children are not safe around you anymore.'

'What makes you even think- That's not true! I am doing fine around here!'

Tears poured down like rain in an autumn storm.

'Come.' Regis whispered to his wife, kissing her temple. 'We should go home.'

Chapter 30 - Tomorrow Never Comes

Her husband sat, shivering with grief that had already seeped in his veins.

'I am not dead yet.' she muttered, smiling a bit. Every word took great force.

Molly was holding onto her like there was no tomorrow. But that was true. There was indeed no tomorrow.

'Take care of Molly for me, yeah?' she whispered to her husband.

Regis was silent, just pressing his lips to hers. Salt mixed into the kiss, alongside raw emotion.

'I love you.' he said, 'I love you.'

'I love you, too.' He shut his eyes and just focused on the sound of her voice saying those words.

Their eyes briefly met as soon as he opened them again, her hands waved into Molly's curls.

He wasn't ready.

'I love you.' she whispered. 'My Regis... My lovely Regis.'

He gritted his teeth as her eyes fell shut, fighting the urge to shake her awake. No, she couldn't slip away. Not now, not yet.

With a gasp, she opened her eyes again, reaching out to touch his face.

'Oh, my love. What I wouldn't give for another decade with you and our little girl. Don't forget about me.'

Regis' bottom lip trembled as he cupped her face into his hands, her eyes closing again.

'I won't. I love you.' he said once more.

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...

With one final breath, she slipped into a peaceful slumber.

He was afraid that she had already forgotten his name.

But then he recalled his promise he made many years ago.

'I will never be able to forget you, my dearest. I will hear your name in the wind and see your face in the stars until the end of time, and beyond that.'

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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 | 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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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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Emiel Regis X Reader | What Will Remain Of Us | Chapter 11-20

Originally posted on AO3. From chapter 25-30 will have a warning change, keep an eye on that. These are just small fluffy standalone fics. Domestic self-indulgence. Enjoy.

Word count: 2100+ Warnings: Smut, swearing

Chapter 11 - Gesture

Regis was a man that loved some peace and quiet every now and then, and his lover knew that quite well.

As the higher vampire sat down in the aged armchair, which was of course not as old as himself, with a book in his hands, she excused herself to go to the market.

‘I will go into town,’ she announced, ‘is there anything I can get you?’

Emiel Regis felt a smile tugging at his lips as he shook his head. ‘No, my dearest. But thank you for the offer.’ She nodded as a greeting, heading for the door.

‘Wait.’ Regis spoke softly, his head just turned enough to face her. She looked over her shoulder, eyebrows raised, basket already in hand.

‘Yes Regis?’

‘Come here.’ he whispered in an undemanding tone. She placed the basket down and walked over to him, halting next to the chair.

Regis gently took her arm, caressing it as he pulled her down with care, pressing a loving kiss against her lips.

‘Hm, be careful out there.’ he muttered against her mouth, capturing it once more before he let go of her arm.

‘I will.’ Her cheeks were slightly flushed. She straightened her back, softly squeezing the vampire’s shoulder before turning to the door again.

‘I love you.’ he said as her hand wrapped around the doorknob, twisting it open. She felt her heart jump in her chest and she smiled.

‘I love you, too.’

Chapter 12 - Afterglow

The room was warm compared to the outside world, but that could just feel like that because her naked body pressed so warm and snug against Regis under the soft blanket of their shared bed that she shortly considered throwing off the covers.

The heat of the previous events still lingered on her skin and in the air. Her fingers drew lazy circles on his chest, carressing through the silver hairs that grew upon it.

‘I was wondering...’ she began, ‘with how many women have you been in your entire life?’

Regis swallowed, shifting into a more comfortable position to speak, not too fond of bringing up the past, when things were different, and seemingly more complicated.

‘What does that truly matter, my darling? I was another vampire back in the day and I have changed a lot. All that I want right now is you... Only you.’

But she wouldn’t take this for an answer, turning up her body to face him.

‘Tell me. I won’t become jealous.’

‘I’d rather not open old wounds, (Y/n). It is all gone now. I have nothing else left but you. So please, don’t bring it up again and cuddle with me.’

‘But—‘

He silenced her by pressing a kiss to her slightly parted lips.

‘Tell me.’ she mused undistracted as he pulled back for air. He bit on his lip, shaking his head slightly.

‘There was once this prostitute...’

Chapter 13 - Alchemy

‘Impromptu potion brewing?’

‘Not completely.’ She pointed at the book on the table while she added some branches of rosemary to the concoction in front of her, stirring it thoroughly with a spoon. He moved to stand beside her.

‘You have no idea what you are doing, do you?’

She was quiet, her eyes momentarily containing the joyful glimmer he always loved to see.

‘Not a fucking clue.’

Regis tutted, pressing a kiss upon her cheek before moving over to the table, reaching for a bottle of wine that sat half-empty on the wooden surface, dangerously close to the edge. He poured two cups, handing one to her.

He took the book with alchemy formulae in one hand, eyes scanning the page. ‘You know, my dear, that you have picked quite a difficult concoction to brew?’

Her cheeks flushed pink and she just hoped he would think it was because of the heat that came from the pot she was stirring.

‘I know.’

Regis pondered a moment, inspecting her slightly hunched over form as she added some rose petals to the liquid, even though it was no part of the recipe.

She took a huge sip of her wine, downing it in one go before fully turning towards the brewing.

Then it hit the vampire.

‘You are trying to impress me.’ he stated. She almost choked on her own saliva.

Emiel let out a soft laugh, placing down his cup before walking over to her, wrapping his arms around her from behind. He buried his nose in her hair, kissing her neck.

‘You are too adorable.’

‘Stop it, Regis.’

‘But you are.’

They stayed like that for minutes, his chin resting upon her shoulder, her arms slowly becoming tired from the stirring, until Regis had to intervere due to burning ingredients.

Chapter 14 - Fight

Just like any other healthy relationship, an occasional fight between Regis and his lovely woman was not out of the question.

Lover’s quarrels just were normal in any relationship, yet it upset Regis to a point that he felt his stomach turn around whenever she slammed the door to their bedroom. Even though this reaction of her was incredibly childish, for which reasonable adult would walk away and make noise like that, Regis thought she was somewhat right, but so was he.

He approached the bedroom door, knocking upon it.

‘Darling?’ ‘Leave me alone, Emiel Regis.’ Regis swallowed thickly.

‘I am sorry, okay. I should’ve trusted you more.’

‘I am not a child, Regis. You don’t need to protect me all the time.’

‘I know, dear. You already told me several times. I should’ve listened. It was wrong from me to send my ravens after you to watch over you.’

‘You mean spy on me.’

The vampire softly sighed, letting his shoulders hang in shame.

‘Darling, just open the door.’

‘No, I—‘

‘Just let me apologize.’

The sound of the lock being undone made Regis straighten his back and she appeared in the door frame, an annoyed look plastered on her face.

‘I am sorry, darling. My choices have been far from perfect. I should’ve respected your privacy.’

‘You are not my father. If I just go to the market, you don’t need to worry.’

‘I know. It is just...’ he was quiet for a second. ‘Every time you go out alone, I fear that something might happen to you. I can not bear the thought of something bad going on whenever I am not around. You are very, very precious to me. I love you, and can not live without you.’

Tears had filled her eyes, dangerously close to falling.

‘Oh, Regis. I love you, too.’

He opened his arms and she didn’t hesitate to step into his embrace, pressing her face against his shoulder.

He softly caressed her hair, smiling a bit as he felt her relax.

Chapter 15 - Beast

The look on her face was enough to tell that she was most certainly startled. It had frozen as soon as she had set eyes on Regis in his vampiric form, her body tensing up.

‘I look like hideous, don’t I? Demonic, even.’

She swallowed, shaking her head as she took in the vampire. ‘No.’ she breathed, stepping closer to him, carefully cupping his cheek. The texture of his skin felt different; colder, wrinklier.

‘Are you afraid of me?’ Regis said with a hint of fear in his voice when you glanced at his fangs, long nails and slouched, panting form, taken aback by how her gaze shifted from anxious to loving. ‘No.’ she repeated, standing close to him.

‘You are still Regis.’

‘As a matter of fact, yes, but my body—‘

‘You are still Regis. The Regis I know and love. Even though your outer shell has changed, I know this is part of you. You are you.’ she said, smiling as she saw he was surprised by her answer.

He morphed back to his human, wasting not a second to step closer to her, taking her face in his hands and kissing her deeply.

Chapter 16 - Kiss

‘Kiss me.’

‘We are out in public, people will stare.’ Regis responded.

‘I don’t care. Kiss me senselessly. You’ve been looking at me like that for hours now, I know you want it.’

Chapter 17 - Pleasure

A low growl left his lips as he rolled his pelvis into her, filling her once more.

Her eyes shot open at the beastial sound, feeling her walls clamp around his length even more. The vibrations of the noise aroused her even more, stirring something inside her. ‘Could you do that again? That was fucking hot!’

Regis chuckled deeply, leaning over to kiss her, hands leaning on both sides of her head.

‘Language my dear.’

She hooked her legs around his hips, pulling him closer. He let out another low grunt as she did so, making her smirk in anticipation.

‘If you do that a few times more, I might just climax.’

‘In that case, I will carry on just a bit.’

‘Just a bit, though?’ She pouted, and he was quick to catch her bottom lip in between his fangs, playfully sucking on it as she whimpered, his hips and sounds moving in and out of her until she saw stars.

Chapter 18 - Protective

Regis was fully aware of the glances his beloved received from the other side of the bar, his hand curling up protectively on her knee, holding onto the skirt of her dress.

The man across the room had been glancing for a long time now, eyes lingering upon her gorgeous face, curves and legs, and needless to say the higher vampire was far from pleased.

The staring man approached, he was around her age, shaggy brown hair falling in front of his face. He reeked of drink and bullshit. On his hip dangled a sword, around his arm the Redanian emblem showed.

Instinctively, Regis scooted closer. She was oblivious, still talking to him about getting a job at the local orphanage; she was most seriously considering it.

‘Hello there, lovely lady! I couldn’t help but notice you from my table. My name is Reuben, and who are you?’

She looked up for a moment at the man, surprise visible on her face.

‘She is here with me.’ Regis responded, ‘and she is none of your business.’

‘Please, I just want to talk to your daughter, is she spoken for yet?’

‘Yes, by me. She is not my daughter.’

The brunet’s gaze shifted into one of disgust. ‘You are her beloved?! Filthy old man you are!’

Regis had to resist the urge to rip out the man’s throat.

‘Why won’t you come with me, love? This old man can not offer you anything, aye!’

Regis felt his hand already transform, so he tucked it under his lap in order to stop it. Rage welled up in his chest.

‘But he can.’ she finally spoke, ‘I love him, and he is more of a man than you will ever be. So no, sir, I am not going anywhere with you.’

Regis felt his rage die down as the man pressed his lips into a tight line, nodded and slouched off, smacking a handful of coins onto the counter to pay for his drinks and left the bar.

‘I love you too.’ Regis whispered, wrapping his arm around her, causing her to snuggle closer into him.

‘So, tell me about that job you want.’

Chapter 19 - Old Friends

Amidst the flowers, he found her in deep conversation with his dear friend Dettlaff, a basket of herbs around her arm, a small smile on her face as Dettlaff told her stories of their world before the conjunction of spheres.

Said vampire looked up and saw his friend, smiling as a greeting.

‘Regis,’ she cooed as she saw her lover approach, ‘look who I found in the herbalists hut!’

Regis smiled, stepping closer and hugging his old friend, patting him on the back.

‘I must say I am surprised that you knew this was Dettlaff. I see you get along very well.’ Emiel spoke, taking her hand and kissing the back of it.

‘Well, my dear Regis, your stories describe him quite well. Needless to say, I was most certain when I crossed paths with him, trusting on my gut feeling, that he had to be the vampire you’ve shared so many adventures with, and, in fact, the vampire who saved your life, and words cannot describe how thankful I am that he helped you recover.’

Chapter 20 - Whisper

His voice was just a whisper yet loud enough for her to hear as her head was pressed against his chest, pretending to be asleep.

‘My beloved (Y/n), I love you with all of my heart, I would rather live just a day with you than a lifetime without, and I would do anything for you.’