#dettlaff van der eretein fic

[tigerlyla-of-metinna]

Simple Pleasures (Finale)

Dettlaff: *still coughing away*

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

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

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

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

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

Regis: As you wish, Your Imperial Majesty.

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

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

The End

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[cosmos-coma]

Blood and Vengeance - Part 1

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

Pairing: Dettlaff x Reader

Words: 1332

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Chapters: 10/10 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dettlaff van der Eretein/Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Salma Lilith/Corinne Tilly/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Dettlaff van der Eretein, Barnabas-Basil Foulty, Marlene de Trastamara, Sara (The Witcher), Corinne Tilly, Salma Lilith, Original Characters, Damien de la Tour (The Witcher) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Blood and Wine (The Witcher 3 DLC), Canon-Typical Violence, Depression, Half-Researched Slavic Folklore, Geralt's Home for Wayward Monsters, Explicit Sexual Content, Domesticity, Slow Burn, Accidental Voyeurism, First Kiss, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia-centric, POV Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Rimming, Overstimulation, Strength Kink Series: Part 1 of (you are a) shelter Summary:

When Geralt used to contemplate his future, he only had the vaguest notion about a countryside retirement with Yen. Now here he is: the owner of a vineyard, his tether to Yennefer snapped, and coming to a slow realization that his home has become a sort of safe haven for post-Conjunction creatures, starting with one brooding vampire.

[ineffable-omen]

-The Hybrid's Wrath-

***

The fire crackled. The rain was to be heard softly pattering outside. The room was dimly lit. While Geralt and Regis chatted away, drinks beside them. " Ah.. What great times. " The vampire sighed, a small but obvious smile on Regis' face. " Agreed. " Geralt swirled the drink in his hand, taking a sip. He reminded himself of a question he awaited many weeks ago. " Hey.. " The witcher spoke, glancing at Regis. " Yes, dear? " Geralt paused for a moment, with slight hesitation. " I've been thinking.. Y'know that guy who you were talking to a while back.. with the black-ish hair and sideburns? " She nodded. " I'm starting to question.. if he is what he says he is. " Regis stayed silent, lowering her head a little and looking down at the floor. " Regis-... " He muttered in a tone, which was more like a 'you-are-hiding-something-arent-you.' " Sometimes things are to be kept in the past, Geralt. " The witcher now knew that she was definitely hiding something, what though? Afterall, he was quite suspicious of the strange man.. So could Regis be involved with this?.. It doesn't matter. I'll figure out myself. " Right, I'm going to head back to the toyshop. Check if Dettlaff's doing well. " The vampire spoke, rising back onto her feet. " Can I come? " Geralt continued, hoping to find something out. " Well.. Despite our undying love for each other, and how I'd always want to be by your side, I think its better if I go alone. " " Of course. " Aha! So there HAS to be something. I respect Regis' privacy, or time with others, but this is important. What if her life is on the line? Fuck. I'm doing it. " Farewell, my dear. " She kissed him gently. The witcher nodded, " See you. " As he watched the vampire leave, Geralt stood still for a moment. He was going to find out. And when he did, Regis was in trouble.

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( Part 2?? )

[queenxxxsupreme]

Hi babe 🥰

Happy Valentine’s Day! 💕

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That doesn’t sound so bad, does it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That was two weeks ago.”

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

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

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

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

“Regis.” Dettlaff grumbled as he sat up.

“He does like being punctual.”

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He grumbled something incoherent under his breath. 

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

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

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

You smiled.

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

“Which one?”

“Either one.”

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

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

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

“Dettlaff, it’s beautiful.”

“You like it?”

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

“Are your eyes shut, Dettlaff?”

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

“Will you keep them shut?”

“Do you not trust me?” He teased.

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

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

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

“Darling, can I open-,”

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

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

You grunted a little and there was a deep thunk. 

“Damn.” You cursed quietly.

“Is all well, my love?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“My heart?”

“Yes?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A knock from the other room cut you off.

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

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

“I love you more, my heart.” 

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

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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+

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One-Shots

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Pairing: Geralt/Roche

Multi-Chapter

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

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One-Shots

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pairing: Ves/Ciri

From the Tree - Teen and Up, <1k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Grounding Motions - General Audiences, Fluff, Drabble

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

The Intimacy of Being Vulnerable - General Audiences, Drabble

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Miscellaneous Pairings

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

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

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

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

No Pairing/Gen Fic

Multi-Chapter

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

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

One-Shots

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

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

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

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

Switchcraft

Pairing: Arash Shirazi/Reader

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

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

No Pairing/Gen Fic

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

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

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

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

Original Work

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

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

[wolfsbane-and-nettles]

Finally wrapping up Regis’s backstory! 

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

[reveniemus]

bard in a sharp

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Alright?" he asks, and Jaskier nods.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[mellomadness]

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

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HEY I POSTED MY FIC HAVE FUN

[ineffable-omen]

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

[tumbleweedtech]

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

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

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

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

 Witcher Rarepair Summer Bingo Prompt: Running Away Together

[queenxxxsupreme]

hey! been feeling a bit down lately (started a new medication and with the quarantine too im hyperconscious abt my weight), would you be able to do a fic with either dettlaff or regis reassuring the reader of their appearance?:) tysm!! -🔮

A/N: Oh babe, I can relate to this so much. I chose Dettlaff for this!

You frowned as you looked down at the red gown pooled at your feet. It wasn’t going past your hips. 

You checked to make sure the gown was unlaced completely before trying again. You silently prayed to the gods that the dress would slide up over your hips. You needed this dress to fit! There was a celebration coming up- a party for Geralt’s child surprise -and you needed to be able to wear this gown. It was your favorite, as well as Dettlaff’s. The dark red silk was his favorite, and then the black lace around the bottoms of the sleeves and the bust worked perfectly with Dettlaff’s attire. 

You sighed in frustration as the dress refused to go over your hips. You let it fall to the floor and stepped out of it. 

You looked at yourself in the mirror a little closer, paying attention to your hips. Admittedly, you had gotten bigger. Your clothes fit tighter than usual as of late, but you didn’t think you gained that much. 

Your stomach twisted up at the thought. What if Dettlaff noticed? What if he was disgusted by the way you looked? Surely he was too much of a gentleman to mention it to you. 

As dark thoughts began to invade your mind, you changed into more comfortable clothes, a pair of sleeping trousers and one of Dettlaff’s shirts. 

You moved out of the bedroom, wrapping your arms tightly around yourself. 

Dettlaff sat in his favorite chair in the living room, reading a book. He looked up when he saw you. 

“Did you….” He trailed off when you didn’t look in his direction. It was like you had one goal in mind and that was to get to the kitchen. He took note of the frown on your lips and the way a crinkle formed between your brows. “What’s wrong, darling?”

You shook your head, not trusting your voice enough to speak. 

He closed his book to focus on you. You went to retrieve the kettle and put water into it. Then you hung it on the hook over the fire. 

“Darling, come sit, please.” He patted his thigh, concerned that you weren’t looking at him. 

But still, you shook your head. You retrieved your favorite mug from the cabinet and placed it on the counter. As you waited for the kettle to whistle, you looked down on the empty mug. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at your dear husband. 

“Y/N.” He murmured. “Tell me what’s wrong, please. Why won’t you come sit on my lap while you wait for the water to heat up?”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” You mumbled, but he could hear every word perfectly. 

“I’m sorry, my dear. I’m afraid I don’t understand. How would you hurt me?”

You let out a heavy sigh, bringing your eyes up to look at the fire in the hearth. Your heart hammered in your chest. You were sure he could hear it. 

“Because I’m too big. I’ll hurt you sitting on your lap.” You turned to put your back to him, unable to chance seeing his beautiful blue eyes. 

But Dettlaff was behind you before you had a chance to get very far. His hand, though large and rough in texture, gently grabbed your arm and turned you around to face him. 

“Why would you ever think such a silly thing?” His deep baritone was soft and gentle, carrying a tone that made you nearly melt right then and there. 

You shook your head and tried to look away, to look anywhere but at him. He won’t let you though. 

Tears welled in your eyes and poured down your cheeks before you had a chance to stutter out some excuse. 

Dettlaff said nothing. His arms wrapped around you and he pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms securely around you. As your shoulders jolted and shook with your pitiful sobs, he held you. His hand found the back of your head, cradling you to his chest. 

“Hush, my love.” He kissed the side of your head. “You’re going to make yourself sick getting so worked up.”

Your fingers clutched at his tunic. You were fearful. Fearful that if you let him go, he’d disappear. Fearful that when you pulled away, he’d agree with what you said. Fearful that he’d finally see just how unfit you were for him. Fearful that he’d see all of your flaws. 

Dettlaff was patient with you, brushing his fingers over your hair and sometimes kissing just above your ear. 

He waited until your sobs had died down, waited for those little hiccups to still. Then he pulled away from you and looked down at you. You tilted your head down, eyes focusing on the moth brooch Regis had given him. You always admired the pin. It was so beautiful, and it perfectly fit Dettlaff. 

But the higher vampire wanted to be able to see your eyes. His hands wrapped around your hips and he lifted you up onto the counter. Then he settled between your thighs. 

He was silent at first, carefully brushing stray tears from your cheeks and swiping your hair out of your eyes. 

“What makes you think you are too big?” He softly asked. You closed your eyes for a moment, taking a shaky deep breath in. 

“I-I can’t fit my red dress anymore. The one that you like so much. I can’t even get it over my hips, Dettlaff.” You cried quietly, shaking your head. “That’s your favorite dress, and-and I used to think it looked so good on me and fit me so well, but now-now I can’t even get it on!”

“Oh, my dear.” He cupped your face with one large hand, brushing his thumb along the apple of your cheek. “It’s just a dress. We can have it tailored to fit you now. There is plenty of time before the celebration to have it fixed. All is not lost.”

“That’s- Dettlaff, that’s not the point.” You breathed out. “I’ve gotten fat and I’m ugly.”

The look that crossed his face made your stomach churn. He was heartbroken. How could you believe you were ugly? To him, you were the most beautiful being he’d ever set eyes on. A masterpiece crafted by the gods. It hurt him to know that you thought so poorly of yourself.

“My darling, your beauty isn’t measured by your weight.”

“How can you think I’m not some fucking cow, Dettlaff?” You didn’t mean to raise your voice at him. You were just frustrated. Was he lying to you? He had to be. 

“I happen to think you are perfect.” He whispered, unable to speak much louder. “Yes, you’ve gained weight but you are healthy. You are well. You aren’t any less beautiful because of it.”

His hands found your thighs, fingers curling gently in as if to grip you tight. 

“You are absolutely stunning, Y/N. You are an angelic being built perfectly for me.” He leaned his head down to kiss your forehead. “Your thighs, my gods.” He paused for a moment, inhaling deeply. He rested his forehead against yours. Your eyes fluttered shut as you leaned into him. 

“There is no feeling I enjoy more in this world than when your thighs are wrapped tightly around me.”

You smiled just a little, feeling a heat rise to your cheeks. 

“And your hips, they fit perfectly in my hands.”

“It’s cause you’ve got big hands.” You muttered, but a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. You opened your eyes as he pulled away from you. You met his warm gaze. He wore a little smile of his own. 

“Perhaps I have big hands so that I could properly hold you.” He thought out loud. “Perhaps, when the gods were creating me, they had you in mind as my mate. Have you ever thought of that?”

Your lips parted with the thought. What if that was true? It made you warm and tingly to think that he was made specifically for you. 

“There is no part of you that I will ever not love with all I have, my dear.” Dettlaff assured you, leaning down to gently kiss your lips. “And it just breaks my heart to know you think so lowly of yourself. You are beautiful and nearly every time I lay eyes on you, you steal my breath away.”

“Dettlaff.” You whispered, bringing your hand up to cover your mouth. “Stop it.”

“Not until you believe me.” He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to the edge of the counter. “Now, while you wait for your tea to heat up, let me read to you.”

Before you could object, Dettlaff picked you up and took you over to his chair.

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[rallamajoop]

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

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

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

[sebdoeswords]

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

Summary:

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

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

[thememack]

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