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adeliniel · 2 years ago

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SFW alphabet | Dettlaff

Yes, I do write not only LOTR things, but some others as well.

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Dettlaff feels everything deeper than we, humans, so it must be said that his affection is really strong. It grows slowly, cause he questions all of his feelings toward you.

It makes him feel completely vulnerable, seeing you watching him, and at first he ignores you a little rudely. Later he changed the way he interacted with you to something more warm and polite, and it became the point of no return.

B = Body (Their favorite body part of their partner, why? Do they like touch?)

Shoulders line. Considering Beauclair's fashion on closed dresses, Dettlaff finds this part of your body very intimate to show. And it feels very precious to be able to touch you there, kiss soft skin on your sharp bones.

C = Courtship (What do they do to take your attention?)

Doesn't really want to take your attention. He prefers to stay in the shadows and watch, waiting if you would notice him or not. Being sure that you like him back makes him more confident - he'll come to talk with you, share a meal or drink, escort you on a journey to the nearby city - having no other thoughts that make you feel comfortable around him.

D = Domestic (Are they the type to settle down with you? Are they willing to help with chores? What is your daily routine with them?)

He doesn't have a real understanding of what home really is. Dettlaff thinks about it as a place where you can sleep or wait out the danger. At this point he doesn't care about having one special place to stay. It'll take a lot of time for him to get used to what home really is, not without your help, of course.

E = Espousal (Do they want to marry you eventually? Who proposes to who?)

Believes you're his forever from the moment you became lovers. Doesn't really get the concept of marriage, because for him it changes nothing in his attitude - he loves you and only this makes sense. May agree to the ceremony, if you explain why this is so important to you, but definitely won't be that one who proposed.

F = Fragile (How protective are they of you? If they are, how do they show this?)

Extremely protective, sometimes even too much. Rarely does it feel like he's making a bubble around you, so no one and nothing could hurt you. Vampires do not die in the usual sense, but live, knowing he couldn't protect you, seems much worse to him. Dettlaff does everything he could and even more for you to still be safe.

G = Gifts (What type of gifts do they give their s/o? Do they like receiving gifts?)

It could be both usual gifts, popular in the human world, and something crazy, that he finds suitable for the occasion. Has an explanation for why he chose this or that to give to you, but what really makes him happy is when you see right through and understand the meaning of the gift by yourself.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He'd like to say that he is not a hug-lover, but the point is he's just not used to it. The more you hug him, the more he likes it. If it started as some awkward friend hugs, soon it'll evolve to more passionate and tight hugs. For now he could really spend an hour or two lying down and hugging you.

I = Intimacy (How romantic are they? Do they have problems with intimacy?)

Intimacy and romance are hard things for Dettlaff. He has no need for such, and barely catches the right mood. But the closer you get, the more intimate he will become. Bare sex changes to making love, usual meetings in the town become something more like dates, his words and action appear more and more dedicated to you and express his real feelings. He opens his heart, and it is priceless.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He has a big feeling of possessiveness. Despite he considers you as a part of his pack, Dettlaff has no intentions of sharing you with anybody. He gets truly aggressive when jealous, but the most difficult thing is that his jealousy sometimes is indeed unfounded. He is not good at understanding people's ways of communication and it happens that he perceives someone's good manners for flirting.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Most of Dettlaff’s kisses are passionate and wild. It feels like you're walking on a knife blade. Sometimes he bites your lips to blood, unintentionally, and it feels dangerous and exciting at the same time. But on those rare (well, not really rare) occasions, when you kiss him first, he froses for a moment and then answers softly and gently, maintaining your path.

L = Love language (What’s their love language?)

Attention and actions. If Dettlaff is in love - he is fully dedicated to his partner. All his thoughts and actions are aimed at his beloved one. He notices every change, every little detail, and he remembers all of them. Actions mean more than words, but before acting he wants to be sure he knows how to do it properly.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Depends on whether he spends the night with you or not. If yes, he'd probably wait until you wake up, looking at your face, touching your hair or tracing his fingertips on your bare shoulders.

If not, he'll wait for you somewhere around the house, smirking at your sleepy look and gladly responding to your morning hugs.

N = Nicknames (What do they call you? What do you call them?)

Doesn't use them and simply call you by the name. And for very rare occasions may use "Love". Similarly isn't very fond of hearing different nicknames towards himself, but secretly loves that time, when you couldn't remember his name and used to call him "Mister Vampire".

O = Overture (How did everything start?)

First he saw you some years after his Beauclair "adventure". He was living quietly, hiding in a small village near the mountains, when you came there to visit your friends. Dettlaff followed you back to Beauclair, attracted by curiosity he never expected to feel towards the human world again.

P = Pace (Are they fast-paced in a relationship? Or do they like to take things slow?)

Unexpectedly, he really hurries into a relationship. Because Dettlaff feels everything very deeply, his feelings overwhelm him, and he just couldn't resist his urgent need to speed up the events. He barely touches your hand, but blood already rushes through his veins, making him want to grab you in his arms and never let go.

Q = Queen/King (Who takes the initiative in relationships?)

It could be said that you take the initiative equally. Sometimes it's him who leads, other times it's your turn to reveal your wishes and be the one who takes responsibility. Everything is fine while you listen to one another.

R = Remembrance (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

That day when you first stayed for the night together somewhere in the little house in the mountains. Staring at the stars, drinking wine, talking about something funny and noncenless... That felt so surreal, so unbelievable, and yet that was so true.

S = Salvage (What issues does this relationship help him to cope with?)

From the very start your relationship helps him with his total distrust of people. Humans lied to him and betrayed him many times, so he didn't expect to give them any other chance. But here he is, trying to learn how to live with people around, trying to join your circle of friends.

T = Tiny (How are they around children?)

That fact that he voluntarily worked as a toy maker in Beauclair says that at least he is not against children. Is not a type who wants his own children but will not be against if one or two orphans would be around.

U = Ulterior (What’s their secret?)

Dettlaff would never admit it, even under the threat of death, but he likes when you scratch his back. Especially when during this he could embrace you.

V = Vulnerable (How long until they can be vulnerable around their s/o? What are they like in this state?)

He is quick enough with the relations, but it takes really a lot of time for him to be able to reveal what's on his mind. Most of the time he takes time for your problems and needs, neglecting his own. And it means so much when you sit next to him, take his pale cold palms to yours and make him speak, listen to everything he wants to whisper to you, either it's words of love or his biggest fear.

W = Wound (How do they feel about exposing their scars/injuries?)

As a vampire Dettlaff has great regeneration skills, so he doesn't get scars or so. And all of the injuries heal really quick on him. Only the one time you saw him wounded - when some other vampire pierced him with his claws. You lost consciousness, being scared to death by that picture. He swore that never again he would let you see anything like that.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon about your relationship)

He finds it cute when you get a little drunk. It's mostly impossible for a vampire to feel intoxicated, but humans do get drunk, and it seems funny for him. Seeing you smiling more than usual and how your cheeks become red, excites him a lot.

Y = Yearning (How well do they cope when their SO isn’t with them?)

He panics. Your absence makes him so nervous that he can't concentrate on anything. Even if you let him know that you'd be gone for some time, he will hastily pacing around the room, waiting for your comeback. There were a couple of times when he tried to follow you, but when you asked for some time to be alone, Dettlaff tries his best to stay away and not bother you.

Z = Zzz (How are nights spent with them?)

Vampires don't need to sleep, actually, so at first he just said "Good night" to you and left you alone, then wandering around the house till morning. Yet sometimes you fell asleep on his chest or laps and he could stay still all night just to let you sleep. Still strange to him, but he likes it when you say that it's too cold or too scary to sleep alone, and he can legally stay in your bed.

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sebdoeswords · 2 years ago

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

Witcher

Pairing: Geralt/Regis

Multi-Chapter

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

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

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

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

One-Shots

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pairing: Geralt/Roche

Multi-Chapter

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

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

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

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

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

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

One-Shots

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pairing: Ves/Ciri

From the Tree - Teen and Up, <1k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Grounding Motions - General Audiences, Fluff, Drabble

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

The Intimacy of Being Vulnerable - General Audiences, Drabble

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

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

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

An Oren for Her Thoughts - Teen and Up, <1k

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

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

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

Miscellaneous Pairings

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

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

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

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

No Pairing/Gen Fic

Multi-Chapter

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

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

One-Shots

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

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

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

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

Switchcraft

Pairing: Arash Shirazi/Reader

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

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

No Pairing/Gen Fic

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

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

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

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

Original Work

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

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

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corvo-bianco-lilacs · 2 years ago

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Hey! So I was wondering if you could write about Dettlaff x Tomira, where these two are picking herbs and stuff, but it is very warm day and Tomira desides to just take a dip in the lake and Dettlaff chooses to join her😁

Your wish is my command:

Tomira stared at her herb garden, a soft sigh pushing through her parted lips, before she tugs on her gloves and begins to work in the blazing Temerian sun.

She had sent Dettlaff off to collect a few items from Willis to make the job easier, but he had yet to return, and the garden wasn't going to weed itself.

Instead, she knelt before the grow beds and began to gingerly pluck the weeds from the tilled soil. With a sigh, she realized she'd have to fertilize it again after harvesting the herbs, blast the weather they'd been having, but thankfully this batch of Cortinarius had yet to reach full maturity.

As she gracefully allowed her fingers to dig out the weeds, she felt an all-too-familiar presence approach from behind, drawing a soft smile to her lips.

"I was wondering if I needed to send a guard to find you." She chuckled, turning her head to glance at Dettlaff over her shoulder. "Did Willis give you any trouble?"

"On the contrary, he was quite polite." Dettlaff replied, handing Tomira the trowel she had requested. "Appearances can be misleading, little petal."

Little Petal... He had begun calling her that after a few months of seeing each other. She adored the nickname, insisted he referred to her as such more often, and he was all too pleased to grant her wish.

She felt his hands come to tangle in her hair, gently pulling her dark locks back and tying them to the top of her head, freeing her neck from the heat it trapped. A soft sigh of relief pushed through her as she settled once more, watching him as he knelt beside her.

"Thank you, jedyna moja." Tomira replied, leaning over to press a kiss to Dettlaff's cheek before resuming her task.

Dettlaff smiled at the term of endearment, counting himself blessed to have found such a treasure of his own in this world full of lies and deceit. With Syanna, he felt nothing short of heartbreak and the cruelty of humanity, but with Tomira... With her he felt nothing but love and adoration. And knew it was reciprocated in all the best ways.

He lingered on thoughts of their time tangled within the sheets of her bed, or the time they had camped out together in Beauclair, enjoying wine with Geralt and Yennefer, only to sneak out into the fields and make love beneath the twinkling stars above.

Tomira cleared her throat, startling him from his thoughts as a slight flush came to his cheeks.

"Such a naughty man." She teased, nudging him with her shoulder, earning a chuckle from him as he turned his piercing blue gaze to meet her beautiful honey eyes. "I know you weren't thinking about the garden, Dettlaff."

"Oh? And just what do you think I was thinking of, little petal?" He prodded, taking hold of her hand and lacing his fingers with hers, gazing intently at her, a coy smile on his lips.

"The answer is obvious, jedyna moja... You were thinking of me." She smiled, her nose crinkling as a brilliant tint of pink rose to her cheeks. "And what wicked thoughts I'm sure you'll share with me later."

"Only if you wish to know them, moje serce." He replied, smirking as the blush on her cheeks only grew.

He released her hand and she quickly got back to weeding the garden. He followed suit, tending carefully to the Honeysuckle vines before taking on the Mandrake root himself.

Hours passed in relative silence, with Dettlaff stealing glances at Tomira every so often, finding himself falling deeper and deeper in love with the herbalist. His eyes softened as he watched her wipe sweat from her brow, and he placed his tools down before walking into the hut. Grabbing a mug of water, he brought it back outside and handed it to her with a peck to the top of her head.

"Drink, little petal. Even the staunchest blooms require water." He hummed, brushing his knuckles over her cheek before returning to his plot, pulling out the weeds from the soil with a small smile on his face.

Tomira blinked, but thanked him and drank, feeling immediate relief as the cool water coated her throat, hydrating her beneath the harsh rays of the sun.

Once they had finished their work in the gardens, Tomira looked to the sky, watching the sun begin to make its way closer to the horizon, dispelling the heat of the day and leaving it to a cool breeze in the early evening.

She smiled, discarding her gloves back inside before stepping back out, meeting Dettlaff near the plot he had just finished weeding.

"Come with me." She hummed, taking hold of his hand and leading him off towards an undisclosed location.

He was confused at first, following behind her dutifully, making sure she made it to wherever it was they were going, until she released his hand at the edge of a clearing.

Deep within the woods, a spring had been made by the melting of winter's snow and a hole that had eroded in the ground, leaving it filled with cool, crisp water that went untouched by human hands. He stepped into the clearing behind Tomira, gazing at the clear water with a glint in his eyes.

"How long have you known about this place, moje serce? It looks untouched... Undefiled."

"That's because it is. I found it a few years ago, before I met you. It's the only natural spring in White Orchard." She explained, stepping towards the edge of the water, pulling her boots off, then her tunic, before finally discarding her trousers.

Dettlaff watched her intently, his earlier thoughts returning full force as he watched his chosen one step into the water in only her undergarments, a soft sigh leaving her as she settled beneath the water, cooling herself from the long day of toiling in the sun. She turned to him with a smile, extending her hand towards him.

"Come join me?" She questioned, gazing at him with that look that made him weak in the knees.

He discarded his own clothing, hanging his cloak on a tree branch before discarding the rest of his outfit, leaving him in only the breeches he wore beneath. With grace and fluidity, he approached the spring and stepped in beside Tomira, settling in himself within the cool water at her side.

"This is... Different." He noted, cupping the water and lifting his hand from beneath, gazing at the clear, clean liquid. "Not like the lakes in Beauclair at all. This is so clean... It reminds me of home."

Dettlaff very rarely spoke of his home, and Tomira never questioned him about it either. All she knew was that he was a member of an ancient vampire tribe called the Gharasham, who settled around the North after the Conjunction. Beyond that, she neither knew nor cared. All she cared for was the man who had once saved her life, and then proudly remained at her side from then on.

She moved to kneel before him, pushing him back just slightly so she could straddle his lap, gazing deep into his eyes as her arms made their way around his neck, holding herself close to him.

"I love you more than anything, Dettlaff... More than this life will ever give me the chance to express." She breathed, her right hand tangling in his dark hair before she leaned in and kissed him, feeling him reciprocate as his hands came to rest on her waist.

"And I feel the same for you, little petal... More than words would ever do justice in explaining." He huffed, gripping her hips just a little tighter as he pulled her closer to his chest, holding her in his arms as she pressed her face into the crook of his neck.

"Is being a vampire really so bad, jedyna moja?" She questioned, curling closer to him, feeling him beneath her. "Is that why you hesitate to claim me fully as yours?"

Dettlaff paused, his arms wrapping securely around her, shielding her from an unknown predator as he gazed up at the darkening sky. He sighed, turning his head to kiss her temple, feeling her shiver against him.

"It is not a gift I would ever give you, no matter how greatly I will suffer when you are no longer of this world." He began, his hands gently running over her back, feeling the tense muscles relax beneath his tender touch. "What you experience as a human would be lost to vampirism. Everything I feel, I feel intensely, and I do not wish to ever see you lose your humanity for an extended life. I care too deeply for you to see that happen."

Tomira shook with unshed tears, knowing that this was not an easy conversation for either of them. She wished for eternal life as a vampire so she could be forever by his side, but he refused to give into her demands, reminding her that her life had value just as it was, and no amount of time spent together would ever make him chance changing her.

"I wish you wouldn't say that..." She spoke, a wet chuckle leaving her lips as she leaned back, gazing down at him with glossy eyes.

"It is the truth, little petal." He replied, cupping her cheek, his thumb stroking against her smooth skin. "Losing the woman I love to the curse of immortality is a thought I cannot bear to have. I would much rather have you as you are now, then to subject you to the trials and horrors of vampirism."

"Then you'd better make good on those thoughts from earlier, jedyna moja... Show me just how deeply you love this human that you've claimed as yours." She whispered, leaning back to pull the rest of her garments off, tossing them back to the shore. "Take me beneath the stars... Let the heavens know that I am yours and yours alone."

Dettlaff smiled then, slipping free of his own breeches before fulfilling her wish and desires, taking her with all the love he felt for her, claiming her body with kisses and leaving hickeys and angry, red welts in his wake.

When they had finished, feeling fulfilled and relieved, Dettlaff carried Tomira out of the spring and helped her dress, draping his cloak around her shoulders before dressing himself. He turned and saw the forlorn look in her eyes once more, before scooping her up in his arms and peppering kisses over her cheeks and lips, before pressing a hard kiss at the juncture where her neck and shoulder met.

"If you still feel so strongly about it, perhaps I will consider it further down the line... But not a moment before then, little petal." He breathed, inhaling her scent as she curled against him in his arms.

She smelled of him and him alone, which brought a smile to his lips. No other higher vampire would be able to claim her when he lingered on her skin so heavily... A thought that calmed his heart and mind.

She slowly drifted off in his arms, and with a smile, he brought her back home, changing her into her nightgown and tucking her in before doing the same, joining her a few minutes later beneath the sheets, smiling as she huddled up against his chest, a soft sigh pushing through her nose as she made herself comfortable against him.

He smiled as he gingerly brushed his fingers through her hair, watching the dark locks twist around his fingers before falling away, leaving his skin tingling from the feeling of her silken strands.

Perhaps he would take her far from this place... Bring her to Beauclair with him. They could settle into a cottage in the woods, just the two of them, and begin anew together.

Perhaps one day... But for now, she needed her rest.

I hope you like it!

For reference:

Jedyna moja: Polish - My only one Moje serce: Polish - My heart

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tigerlyla-of-metinna · 2 years ago

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Hey! I've been meaning to ask if it would be possible to have a shirtless Dettlaff pic?😅 If thats alright with you.

Love your shots and eagerly waiting for those new chapters of your fic🤗❤

Hi there suomi!

Shirtless Dettlaff pics? Plenty, I have. More so pants-less Detty XD. I think you mean you want a portrait of the angsty vampire without his coat and damask shirt. Let's put that idea under strong consideration. Been awhile since I painted someone naked that isn't work related or Emhyr :D.

New chapters are being re-written and, as much as I wanted to post the completed chapter 20, it would be a disservice not to include chapter 21 because it does leave the reader hanging :). I will have it posted soon. Thank you for reading my fanfic :). Never imagined others would enjoy it too 💓💓💓

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sinfulpetgirlrd · 1 year ago

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(I'm curious do people prefer these little voiced snippets over the single lines I've done from ch1-22? Or do ya'll prefer the single line over the voiced snippets?)

Fandom: The Witcher

Rating: Explicit

Chapter Warnings: None! 0-0

Chapters: 24/?

The following morning, having not joined the rest of the household, Regis sat at the grand dining table in the main hall of Corvo Bianco, perusing a weighty tome written entirely in Zeric. Every now and then, he would pause to make annotations on a piece of parchment placed next to him. As he did so, his gaze would wander to little Odessa, who paced back and forth before the open front door. Her footsteps created a soft, rhythmic tapping that reverberated through the room, imbuing the atmosphere with a calming cadence that grew more audible with each passing moment.

She walked with her arms crossed over her chest and a pensive expression on her face. The woman appeared deep in thought, though the vampire was unable to glean any inkling as to what might be on her mind. Her brow was furrowed, her hazel eyes downcast and distant as she muttered incoherently to herself. Her utterances were a jumbled mess of sounds, a melody that only she could understand as she glanced at the bright sunlight streaming into the manor.

Regis watched his mate curiously for a moment before closing the book with a gentle thump and turning his attention to the wolf, who sat quietly across from him. His chair pushed back from the table slightly as he used an old rag to polish the blade of his silver sword. He had been working on the weapon for some time, hardly touching the breakfast that was laid out by Marlene and BB an hour before. His once practiced movements were now slow and overly cautious as he gingerly ran the cloth up and down the length of the blade, occasionally pausing to readjust his hold, ensuring he didn’t touch the metal with his bare skin.

More than once gloves were offered to him, but the stubborn witcher had refused, citing the need for the feel and the grip of the handle to properly clean his weapons. Regis and Dettlaff knew that was poppycock. Each had serviced a blade before, though they didn’t press the issue. They knew the man had to figure out how to exist with his new silver allergy on his own. They could nudge and offer assistance, but they couldn’t force him to accept their help.

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tantumuna · 3 years ago

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Sorry for confusion.. Well I was talking about your hug prompts list"No.18-tight and desperate, No. 25-lying on chest listening to heartbeat"for regis and dettlaff.

No trouble!

Regis x Dettlaff "Tight and desperate; lying on the chest listening to heartbeat" rating: T cw: suggestive language __

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The sun streamed through the window, and instead of getting up to start the day, Dettlaff rolled to his left and planted himself on Regis’ chest. Regis grunted, as he had been ready to slip out of bed and get something done. Regis was always moving, always making up for the years of life he’d missed out on, but there were some mornings where things didn’t need to happen. Dettlaff was intent on ensuring Regis learned that.

“Love, you’re squashing me,” Regis said.

“I am not.”

To prove his point, Dettlaff eased himself further onto Regis’ chest until his head rested over Regis’ heart and he could squeeze around Regis’ chest. The calm, thumping of Regis’ heart was enough to send Dettlaff back to sleep if not for Regis’ hand carding back through his unkempt hair.

“If we want to get to the market before they sell everything, we should leave earlier.”

“Or we can leave it for tomorrow,” Dettlaff argued. “We never spend any time in bed.”

“I disagree. We spend all night in bed.”

Dettlaff snorted and shook his head, successfully burying his face further against Regis’ chest. Regis tried to move away, but when Dettlaff tightened his hold, Regis stilled and relinquished his struggle. He was truly stuck; Dettaff refused to let him go, and he refused to struggle any further than he already had. In the soft morning light, something about Dettlaff like this was cute, and Regis decided he deserved a moment to cherish it.

“We should spend a day in bed,” Dettlaff said. “Just lying here. Perhaps you could read.”

“You feared I would suggest something else?”

Dettlaff rolled his eyes and shifted to get himself more comfortable. Regis’ hand left his hair in favor of sitting around his shoulders.

“I’m offended, love. I would never.”

“You would. You have. And I would say yes, but I’m rather exhausted and would appreciate a few more hours of rest before you pulled something. There are other ways to spend days, Regis.”

Regis chuckled softly to himself. “You’ll forgive me. Some habits didn’t die when I did. I’ll have you know, I was quite the lady’s man in my youth.”

“That’s not really a story I’d like to hear about, if you would.”

“Of course.”

Dettlaff squeezed his arms around Regis’ middle tighter. He didn’t say it out loud, but he didn’t need to. Regis saw it for what it was—a commanding possession. He didn’t want to hear about Regis’ past because Regis’ past didn’t matter. Neither did the ladies, because Regis was with him now, and Dettlaff had no intentions of letting him get away. Not in the moment, and not for the rest of their lives.

Perfectly content with that decision, Regis settled back against the pillows and put an arm behind his head. His other stayed around Dettlaff’s shoulders, squeezing him back just as tightly to ensure his intentions were clear. If Dettlaff wanted to stay the day in bed, then that was exactly what they would do.

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