#tesham mutna ruins

[silentmoonbutterfly]

Geralt, stop before it's too late!

[northernolddragon]

Part 2. Whatever the vampire and the witcher amuse themselves with...

The valley at the ruins in Tesham Mutna is gradually covered with a white fog. "Don't show-off. You won't charm me with your fanged muzzle! And your abilities." Regis holds out a clawed hand, the red fire in his eyes intensifying as adrenaline rushes in. He smells the witcher. Hears his heartbeat. Calm breathing. And hisses like a disgruntled mouse that has been disturbed in its cave by a glimmer of sunlight from the hole. "I could hypnotize you. Make you do what I wish. I could cloud your mind so that you would forget my presence while I enjoyed your hot blood..." "Monster. Don't get in my head." "It's time for you to remember the knowledge of the bestiary, dear witcher. You will not find victory for yourself in a fight with a higher vampire. Only death." "I'll at least try..." A crooked smile presses on his lips. Geralt presses harder with his hand on the sword. He is an extension of his limb. "Your right .. You still found your death!" The sound of a sword and strong claws. A bunch of sparks and flashes of gray fog. Flashing black athracites with a ruby ​​gleam and honey amber with a narrow slit, like a furious cat, are carried by in a whirlwind. Geralt doesn't yield, doesn't let the vampire come closer. Regis smiles, although 'grinning' is more appropriate in his vampire form. "You're getting old, vampire. You're losing your grip. Come here, the Master Witcher will knead your delicious ass." "Oh, my Geralt, I'm just giving in to you so as not to harm you .." "Ah, you... fuck."

[clairedelune-13]

Ok yeah but a Crow Rook’s surnname “de Riva” reminds me of Geralt of Rivia.

In fact, Witcher 3 has a random dwarf NPC that’ll exclaim “Geralt de Riv!” When inspecting Junior’s house. 🤣

Also, the new gameplay footage to kill the blighted dragon shows a ruin that looks ALOT like Tesham Mutna. Where’s Dettlaff?

[ladysunbite]

Does Orianna like sweets? Or maybe she enjoys sweet drinks?

Habits of youthful days die hard, especially among the deathless kin, and Orianna still thinks the children's blood to be the most exquisite drink, light and soothingly savoury in character, unrivaled by the best wines of Toussaint. However, as the times imposed its demands to be more tight-lipped about such tastes, and age taught Orianna to enjoy lasting-traits of her children, more refined in its pleasures than an unrestrained gulp. Eventually, she was pressed to search for a substitute amidst the vineyards of the merry Duchy. The choice has fallen to a kind of a rosé wine, produced by a less famed vineyard Casteldaccia. Bad luck - oh, the woes of a delicate taste - has it, that drink is also hard to come by. Due to mysterious and heinous murder of the entire household of Maximus Macrinus, the owner of the vineyard, the recipe was lost amidst the ruins. Thusly, the sun-eyed vampiress cherishes every bottle that comes into her hands. As for the sweets, Orianna possess no sweet fang, but has a life-long standing scholarly dispute with Emiel Regis, whether sweets do more good than harm to growing humans. While the barber-surgeon insists that such treats are ruinous for the teeth, while offering no substantial nurture, the sun-eyed benefactress has documented several proofs that a presence of sugar in a diet, in a playful form, impacts both the behavioral patterns and the thinking ability for the best. There is a scroll in a neat and ladylike hand, locked in the vaults of Tesham Mutna, that contains all their findings on the topic. Subsequently, Orianna is a sage-by-need, where it comes to the most mouthwatering variety of caramel cockerels, in or out of Toussaint. She is careful to bring her children only the best sweets and always tastes them first, as well as asks for her charge's opinion afterwards. Amidst the present bunch of orphans, the fanciful Nazairi treat of sea-salt-and-caramel bird is considered the most sought-after.

[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.

[sapientiaethumanitas]

Continued from here II @elara-the-bootblack

Vampires and their feelings. In general, the facts sound strange. Actually, the two things are in complete contradiction with each other. Humans are always of the opinion that vampires can't feel anything at all - that they are only after blood and that is the only reason for their existence.

But the fact that vampires are capable of a variety of feelings is often forgotten. Of course, pack instinct and also the selection of a healthy and fertile partner are pre-programmed. But they also only smell each other when they get to know each other, protect each other and hold each other tightly in their arms when they have made love. And yes - they really do say that, how awful does mating sound too?

But there are also many things that, unlike humans, they are very indifferent to: they know no manipulation, no lies, no shame. But pain, fear, love, sadness and many other things they feel like humans.

They also felt remorse. It was creeping through Ezekiel's guts like a dangerous snake. Why was he making the girl feel guilty all the time? She had never done anything wrong. And being surprised that vampires could feel emotions despite their immortality and superiority was nothing unusual. They had a certain reputation and this came from their lesser kind.

However, compassion and the ability to empathise were something that vampires were not often said to have. But Ezekiel knew exactly what influence Benrime had had on Elara. He could absolutely relate to it: "Some beings, for whatever reason, you can't escape. They have a terrible influence on you, hurt you more than they do you good. Your guts turn just thinking about them. Fear is something natural, an instinct that keeps you alive. Yet it torments us more than it gives us a decent life."

Pride filled him when he heard Elara say that she had fought her way free. Breaker of chains - beautiful. She was simply outstanding for her age: "So you're no longer afraid of multi-millenial vampire teaching at the Academy? Well, you should be..." He twisted his lips into a broad grin and then pounced on the young woman, tickling her unrestrainedly. He quickly found that her ribs were her weak spot and enjoyed watching her laugh so hard she could hardly contain herself. 

He laughed heartily, but soon let her go: "I don't want to torture you too much..." A giggle escaped him before he lay down on his back next to her again. "Think about what you want to write to your old friend. Take your time, for your words should be well and wisely written. Then I will probably deliver them to him personally as soon as my spies have found out where he is. Don't worry, he won't feel watched. However, you must tell me what he looks like and where he is most likely to be - if he is still alive." The vampire scratched his beard. 

"Whistling in my ear? Is that a thing with you humans to keep someone awake? We usually bite into it..." He laughed again. Larthia always used to do this when she tried to wake him up in the morning. How he had loved that.

"Tesham Mutna is the place that appears in every nightmare I have. It smells of death for miles around, the most terrible feeling comes over me just thinking about it." He shuddered. "Isn't it almost funny," it emitted a fake laugh, "that to the Toussainttions it looks like an old ruin that needs to be urgently demolished and to us it is the epitome of sorrow and pain?" 

His emotions had shamefully bypassed - or repressed - her real question... 

Why did you kill Khagmar?

Ezekiel took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling. It took all his strength to even begin to speak about the subject: "It was my duty as his blood brother. It all began the day after Larthia and I were married. As I had already told you, Khagmar had gone back to Toussaint to take charge of the liberation of the humans from Tesham Mutna. But our kind was always wise. So they captured Khagmar and told lies about him so that everyone conspired against him and wanted him dead. It was true that he drank human blood - often. But he mostly let them live, just drank and disappeared when the people regained consciousness. But he liked to drink so much that they could use this against him. That's why they put him in a special cage, deep down in the fortress, where they let humans bleed. He went mad, wanted the blood and suffered like that for over two hundred years without any of us knowing about it. To this day, they tell their children the story of the bloodthirsty Khagmar, who drank whole villages and caused our berethen problems. All lies."

Ezekiel snorted as he remembered Emiel telling him the very story his parents had passed on to him.

"Is there such a horror in your society that serves as a cautionary tale to children?"

[kaeltale]

Witcher Fic Rec List

Happy Fanfic Author Appreciation Day! I did one of these for my current obsession (Good Omens) earlier, but a lovely ask just motivated me to make one for my first obsession (The Witcher) too. Remember to leave the authors lots of love for this blessed celebration of Fandom!

(This is by no means an exhaustive list of all the wonderful fics in this fandom, but a sampling of some of my favorites for anyone who might be new in town. Enjoy!)

Rated-G:

No Monopoly on Altruism by @jikanet-tanaka (Dettlaff/Regis) (WIP) 6.4K words. Drabble Sequence, Injury Recovery, Slow Burn. 100 word drabbles for the rarest of rare pairs. Starting in the days where Dettlaff is resuscitating Regis after his dissolution by Vilgefortz. This project might be on hiatus, but I still love to go back and read it.

Absolution by Taricha (Gen Fic, no pairing) 6K words. Post-B&W, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending. Coming to terms with Syanna’s death. Dettlaff keeps visiting Anna Henrietta's room at night, and she cannot find a way to make him stay away.

A Merry Tune by nemluvnost (Regis/Geralt) (Not Rated, but probably G) 1.2K words. Silly, Cute, Dancing. A very short little happy interlude following B&W. Written entirely for fun. In which Ciri plays a match-maker.

I Will Find You by @andordean (Cahir/Ciri) 2.1K words. Hurt/Comfort, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies AU, Pining, Unresolved Romantic Tension. Cahir was trying damn hard not to stare, not to follow Ciri like the lovestruck idiot that he was, but judging by her glances, he was failing miserably. In which Cahir has Got It Bad and Ciri has some recovering to do.

Rated-T:

It Takes A Hansa by @jikanet-tanaka (Gen Fic, no pairing) 18.5K words. Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies AU, Family Fluff, Raising a Child. Based off the book saga: In a kinder, better world, on a cold winter morning, Maria Barring's child is welcomed to the world by his exhausted mother and his overly giddy auntie Angoulême. Oh, and by his four dads. Overly self-indulgent AU where everybody survives, and Milva's kid gets to be raised by the most epic family of all time. (One of my favorite fluffy fics, and Regis is The Best Dad, In My Humble Opinion.)

Magpie by @asparrowsfall (Dettlaff/Regis and pre-slash Regis/Geralt) 7.7K words. Coming of Age, Blood Drinking, First Kiss, Drunkenness, Animal Death, Infant Death. A vignette of Regis and Dettlaff in their younger years. The tags sound heavy, but it’s actually pretty light and bittersweet (mostly sweet). Regis is a young, stupid vampire doing young, stupid things. A wonderful exploration of the characters.

Heart of the Matter by ValmureEld (Gen Fic, no pairing) 2.3K words. BroTP, Witcher Anatomy, Light Angst, Medical Fic, Friendship. Regis is an excellent friend and physician, and sometimes Geralt needs both to help him away from his uncertainty about his place in the world. Also known as, Regis keeps organs in his lab and this makes Geralt philosophical.

Blackbird by kaeltale (Dettlaff/Regis) 1.3K words. Depression, Overcoming Crisis, Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship. Regis finds Dettlaff after the events of Tesham Mutna, and helps his estranged lover to heal.

Rated-M:

Blood Ties by @andordean (Ciri/Regis, Ciri/Cerys, Ciri/Tankred) 83K words. Friendship/Love, Post-canon, Alternate Ending, Queen of Cintra, Hurt/Comfort, Open Marriage/Polyamory, Complicated Relationships, Intimacy. This is a story of a witcheress and a vampire. A story of a journey, of facing the past, of choosing a future. A story of growth, of healing, a story of friendship. A story of love; of different kinds of love. (I could seriously write an essay on how much I LOVE this fic. It is so beautiful and sensitive, and Dordean has this wonderful respect and insight into who Ciri is; a strong and independent woman who has scars to overcome.)

The Promise of Dawn by @jikanet-tanaka (Gen Fic, no pairing) 11.1K words. Grief/Mourning, Depression, Recovery, Post-B&W. A remorseful, grief-stricken vampire tries to pick up the pieces of his life after doing the unthinkable.

Unsaid by @asparrowsfall (Regis/Geralt) 17.8K words. Soulmates AU, Telepathy, Wings. Based on the book saga: A soulmate AU, where soulmates form a telepathic bond. Geralt meets Regis at Fen Carn, and the story follows through the novel events all the way to Stygga Castle and beyond.

Young Wolves by @dreadelion (Eskel/Geralt) 8.3K words. Transgender Male Character, Friends to Lovers, ILLUSTRATED!! A collection of illustrated ficlets, showing Geralt and Eskel's friendship through the ages, from first meetings to best friends to something more. Part 1 of the Young Wolves series.

A Vampire, an Elf, and a Dragon Walk into a Bar by kaeltale (Regis/The Queen of the Night, Regis & Borch) 5.2K words. Young Regis, Philosophy, Established Relationship. Based on the book saga: Young Emiel and his girlfriend visit Dol Blathanna for a holiday. Things get a bit tense with the local elves, and a golden dragon plays referee. A fun exploration of what would happen if you stick Regis and Borch in a valley together and make them talk.

Rated-E:

Ripple Effect by @andordean (Ciri/Regis) 2.3K words. Hurt/Comfort, Past Abuse, Referenced Past Sexual Assault, Recovery. Despite the tags, it’s very soft. Ciri thought she had gotten over the past, that she had accepted everything that had been done to her, that she’d moved on... Falling apart in front of his eyes, she realised how wrong she had been.

space hollowed out of absence by @merulanoir (Regis/Geralt) 14.1K words. Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Violence, Whump, Post-canon, poetry. Regis didn't have enough time to tell Geralt all the things he needed to hear.  He didn't know it would end like this. He didn't know it wouldn't end.  Some wishes, desperate and unclear, are stronger than death.

Forget Me Not series, and We Name Each Other series by @merulanoir (Regis/Geralt, and Dettlaff/Regis/Geralt respectively) Really, Meru’s whole AO3 page is just packed with tons of (smutty) goodness that mostly revolves around Regis/Geralt. (Be sure to keep an eye on their updates, because something DELICIOUS is coming *wink*.)

All That's Mine I Carry With Me by @asparrowsfall (Regis/Geralt) 28.2K words. Post-canon, Alternate Ending, Bottom Geralt, Choose Your Own Ending. A smutty take on that last Regis/Geralt scene in ‘Blood and Wine’— including two Choose Your Own Endgame mini-epilogues!

Misethere by @astolat (Geralt/Emhyr) 46.2K words. Consent Issues, Sex Pollen, Infidelity, War, Seduction. I’m not going to give a summary here, but just know that, before I read this fic, I would never have thought I’d want Emhyr slash in my life. I am ruined. This fic ruined me. Forever. There is no hope.

[gauntie-o-dimm]

Regis | Naive

Prompt: “You are cute when you are angry.” Word count: 2900+ Warnings: Smut, swearing, mentions of blood

The tip of my pencil swirled against the paper, graciously sketching the vampire that was seated in front of me, a book propped in one of his hands, the other holding up his chin, his arm draped on the side of the armchair. Wise eyes scanned the volume, taking in every letter that was shown on the parchment. In a position like this, he seemed so much more intelligent than he already looked, as if... As if I could touch him and the knowledge would seep right from him into my veins. Yet I drew a different form of the man, a slightly contrasting figure if you compared it to him right now. Instead of sketching the peaceful features of Regis, I was giving him the rather bestial look that I saw on him a few weeks ago at Tesham Mutna. I couldn't stop thinking about it ever since.

A small hum left the vampire's throat as he looked up, making eye-contact with me. A small smile appeared on his lips, amused almost. 'What is it?' I spoke softly, holding my pen from the paper so it didn't get ruined in any unexpected movement of my arm. 'I just realized something.' Regis mused, shifting in his position, putting away the book.

I showed him a questioning look before he patted on his legs, beckoning for me to sit down. Clenching my sketchbook to me, I walked over to take a seat on his lap. His arm snaked around my waist, face burying in my neck. I heard him inhale deeply, his scent of fresh herbs made me feel at peace. 'This is the first evening since... Since it all, that we are sitting here, peacefully. As if nothing has happened.' I smiled, kissing his forehead, giving him a small nod. For a few moments, we were silent, enjoying the embrace.

'I feel at peace too.' I whispered, staring at the fireplace in front of us. It needed some more kindling if we wanted it to keep it as bright as it was. 'I am just so happy to be with you here.'

Regis smiled, the hand around my waist tightening. '(Y/n), could I see what you've drawn?' he asked, nodding towards the sketchbook. 'Of course.' I said, slightly shy as I flipped it to the page I was working on. For a few moments, the higher vampire looked at it, silent.

'Why did you choose to draw me this way?' his voice was curious as he looked at me. 'Since it is a side of you I haven't portrayed yet. I've drawn you before, all in your... Non-bestial form. I wanted to capture this beautiful form of you as well.' 'Beautiful? It is far from beautiful, (Y/n). It is dangerous, something you shouldn't meddle with.'

'You are cute when you are angry.' Regis looked at me for a moment with an expression of confusion, which soon transformed into one of amusement. A throaty laugh escaped him and he shook his head, smiling a bit. '(Y/n), stop speaking such nonsense.' I smiled, running a hand through his hair, fingers massaging against his scalp. Regis let out a low hum. 'I am not speaking nonsense. I am dead serious.' 'When I am in a state of animosity and outrage, (Y/n), I turn into that long-fanged, aggressive creature with a bloodlust you could never comprehend. You've seen it for yourself.' 'But I still think it's cute.'

Regis shook his head, the littlest of grins tugging at the corner of his lips. 'You are such a naive woman sometimes, (Y/n). But I adore that about you, perhaps.' 'Is that a bad thing?' I asked him. The vampire was silent for a moment, taking my hand in his, tracing circles on the back of it with his thumb. He pressed a feather light kiss upon the skin, making me giggle. He smirked, exposing his sharp teeth a bit. His lips went to my wrist, pressing his lips against the inside of it. 'That may be. Any other human would declare you for the town's crazy.' His mouth moved up, pecking the spot right under the inside of my elbow. 'Hm, it is none of their fucking business.' I spoke, making the vampire tut before responding. 'I suppose you are correct.' I shifted as his face went closer to mine, his intentions unclear. 'Besides,' I added, 'I would gladly be the town's crazy if it meant I could be with you openly.' Regis' eyes flickered a bit, his hand brushing some hair from my face before slightly tugging down the fabric that covered my shoulder, kissing the skin softly.

I shuddered at the feeling of his hand that was resting on my waist creeping up higher and higher until it rested upon my chest, thumb rubbing through my shirt. 'What are you aiming at, Emiel?' I playfully mused, letting out a hum as his mouth rubbed against my neck, breath becoming heavy. 'I think you're awfully aware of my intentions, (Y/n).' I moved to sit on his lap, making him smile at me as he wrapped his arms around my body. 'Wasting no time, I see.' Regis muttered, resting his forehead against mine for a moment. I raised an eyebrow before connecting my lips to his. hand resting on his cheek to tilt his head slightly upwards. He pulled me closer, inhaling sharply as he smiled into the kiss. 'You are cute too.' he whispered against me, 'But not only when you're angry. You are always cute.' I let out a sound.

'Sweet-talker. Just kiss me more.' His tongue slipped into my mouth quite easily, exploring it in a way that a bystander would've seen as inappropriate. The sound that came from the kiss was loud and sloppy, as if we were both intoxicated by too much alcohol. Yet we weren't and I was glad, for now we both would remember every second of this evening together by the break of dawn tomorrow morning. My arms wrapped around his neck as I wrestled my tongue with his, melting into him, focusing on the warmth that seemed to radiate from the higher vampire. Regis pulled back, a small string of saliva still connecting us. I let out a breath, rubbing my fingers against his scalp.

I started to roll my hips, trying to create friction and get a certain type of reaction out of the vampire. Regis chuckled as I felt the bulge in his pants starting to grow firmer. 'You're an impatient one.' he spoke softly, his hand cupping my cheek, finger running across my lips before they moved down to undo the first buttons of my shirt. 'You seem a bit more eager to get me out of my clothes right now.' I tutted, teasingly rubbing my butt against his clothed erection.

'If you saw me in my eager state, those clothes would be all ripped to shreds by now.' 'I wouldn't mind to see you in that state...' I whispered, goosebumps appearing on my skin as he pressed a kiss against my collarbone. 'Perhaps you could fuck me whilst in your vampiric state. That would be hot.'

Regis scoffed, shaking his head whilst finishing unbuttoning my shirt. '(Y/n), you're indeed naive, as I said before. If I were in my bestial state, I would be overtaken by lust for blood, not for sex. You would be long dead by now.' 'If I make you half-angry, would that work as well?' Emiel Regis pushed my garb to the floor, leaving me in my corset and pants. His fingers were already fiddling with the ties that held the bodice together. He let out an almost-annoyed sigh. '(Y/n).' 'What?' 'That is not how vampires work. I've told you plenty times before.' 'Have you, now?' He let out a chuckle. 'You ask that pretty often.' I pouted. 'But could we at least try?' 'I am amazed by what kind of fetishes you might have, (Y/n). Do you really want to be taken by a monster?' 'Only if that monster is you... Then again, you aren't a monster.'

Regis sighed again, shaking his head whilst smiling thoughtfully, eyes resting on my face. 'I love you.' he said, kissing me on the lips before I could reply. He undid my bodice, revealing my hardened nipples. 'I love you too.' I muttered as he pulled back, head dipping down to kiss my breasts. I swallowed, inhaling sharply as his tongue swirled across one of the buds, his free hand lacing through mine as he switched sides every ten seconds or so. I pushed myself closer to his face, the vampire letting out a sound. The feeling of his sideburns tickled the skin. 'I can smell you already.' the vampire told me as he pulled back for a second to admire my half-naked body. 'Yet I need to give those two attention as well.' I laughed lightly, letting out a hum as he sucked softly on my nipples.

'You know, Emiel, calling my breasts those two is a real boner killer.' The higher vampire snorted against my chest, hands resting on my waist to hold me close. 'Maybe for you, but not for me. Perhaps we could give them names.' 'Oh, fuck off.' 'Don't you mean to say: fuck me?'

Regis arose from his sitting position, lifting me up in the process. I wrapped my legs around his waist, his hands under my butt to keep me up as he carried me towards the bed. He laid me down, straddling me, hands fiddling with the button on my pants. He bent down, pressing a kiss onto my abdomen. I swallowed thickly as his breath hit my skin, goosebumps covering my arms. With care, he took my trousers off alongside my panties, his eyes scanning every inch of my trembling, anticipating folds.

A gasp left me as he scooted closer, mouth hovering above my throbbing womanhood, which was ready for his touch. Emiel closed his eyes, inhaling deeply to take in my scent even more. 'Hmmm...' He lowly hummed, lip twitching upwards. 'That is a smell that I've grown to... need.' As he slowly locked down onto my dripping core, tongue swirling in between my labia, I let out a moan, arching my back as he softly started to lick. I reached out, wanting to grab his hands. Instead, he squeezed my breast firmly, the other hand resting on my abdomen. I bit my lip, looking at him lovingly.

Something in Regis' gaze changed as I felt my clitoris twitch under his tongue. He smiled, eyes growing darker. I let out another whine as he sucked on it, the coarse hair of his sideburns slightly roughing up against my thighs. He was driving me crazy and for a moment I was about to lose my mind. My heart beat in my throat, teeth grinding as I let out a loud moan. The vampire let out a low hum, sending vibrations through me. Oh, I never wanted this feeling to end, hot breath between my legs, Regis' face pressed up into me so intimately, his eyes upon every naked inch of my body. If this went on until eternity, it would never grow boring. The feeling of his tongue treating my core like this was the best thing that had ever happened to me.

'I am going to cum...' I announced, 'So hard...' However, Regis didn't plan on giving me that satisfaction, apparently. He pulled back, strings of saliva still connecting him to my core and fuck, the sight alone would be able to make me still climax even though I lacked his touch right now if it weren't for the surprise of him ripping off his elegant vest, buttons flying around the room. 'I cannot take you in my vampiric state, yet I can pretend to be in it.'

I bit my lip at the thought. 'Into some roleplay, I see?' I mused with a sultry tone. 'If that is what makes you happy, (Y/n).' Regis unzipped his pants and kicked them off his legs before removing his underwear, revealing his erection that was as desperate as my own core. I propped myself up on my elbows, looking at his naked body. For a moment, Regis reached out, dragging his hand against my drenched womanhood. I moaned softly at his touch but pouted as I lost it immediately. His hand was slick with my juices now and he spread it over his length, lubing himself up.

'What kind of roleplay did you have in mind, Regis?' 'I am the vampire, you are the victim that is about to be converted?' 'Could you go off on that?' I smiled, raising my eyebrows.

Regis straddled me, bending over to kiss me for a moment. He was gentle at first, but as I slipped my tongue into his mouth, he knew that I was willing to take it a bit more rough. We kissed for a good heated minute before he started kissing my neck, sucking and licking, his breath hitching in his throat. 'Bite me...' I urged, 'Just gently, though.' Regis teeth grazed against the freshly made marks and I swallowed. Just the slightest amount of pressure would break the skin and make it bleed. A change in his breathing indicated that he had indeed bitten down a bit too hard, a fresh trail of blood trickling down my neck. I felt Regis shudder above my naked form.

His tongue softly licked against the thick liquid, making me gasp in surprise. His grip on the duvet tightened, a low sound erupting from his throat. Something in his entire attitude changed. 'Your blood...' he mused, 'It is just so sweet...'

Even though my instincts said to push him off me, I did not do so, for I was not afraid of him. 'Am I one of you now?' I said with a shiver in my voice, trailing a hand against his bare chest, feeling the soft hairs against my palm. 'Yes, you are, initiate.' he muttered with a low voice, smiling a toothy grin. I swallowed, admiring the way he looked right now. He bent down again, kissing my neck to stop the slight bleeding. His pelvis bucked forward, stiffened manhood grinding against me. He took his length in one hand, sliding the head of his cock into me swiftly, eyes focused on my expression. I sucked in a breath, watching as he slowly slipped into me completely, a low grunt leaving his lips.

He did not waste any time, it might've been the thrill of tasting my blood that had adrenaline running through his veins at terribly high rates that had him pounding relentlessly into me at an instant. I let out a moan, surprised by how he had switched from gentle and kind to rough and senseless in just a millisecond. Even though my body needed a few moments to adjust, I let out another lewd sound, toes curling as I wrapped my legs around his hips. His body was sweaty and sticky, teeth showing through his beastly grunts, arms on both sides of my head locking me in. Regis looked wild and absolutely delicious.

'Emiel,' I moaned, 'More, more, more...' The head of his cock grazed against my g-spot, making me roll back my eyes. I arched my back, feeling his hand upon my shoulder blades so he could pull me up to him. His mouth locked onto my neck again, shallow breaths filling my ears. I let out a whine, feeling my walls clamp around his cock. My nails raked across his back, probably leaving the skin red, but neither of us seemed to mind. It only made this all the more exciting, I guessed, for Regis growled at the feeling and fastened his pace. I moaned, nearly crying from the sensation that the way his skin slapped against my skin gave me, and my hips rolled into his, his tip hitting a spot I particularly liked. I pushed Regis' head from my neck, grabbing his face and kissing him intensely, feeling my orgasm approach me at the fastest of speeds. 'I am going to...' I couldn't even finish my sentence as it came over me in a pool of warmth and pleasure.

Regis smiled as he felt me come undone on his member, I felt it twitch inside me. Just a few more thrusts and another beastly growl from him and he spilled himself in me, his hand moving between my legs to graze his thumb against my clitoris. I chewed on my lip, body still tingling from my high. Regis slammed himself into me a few more times until he was sure I was done, smiling as he removed himself. I winced slightly. A light laugh escaped me as I rolled to lay on my belly, focusing on the satisfying feeling between my legs and on the presence of the higher vampire next to me.

'Was that... Vampiric enough for you, (Y/n)?' Regis muttered, draping an arm around me as he plopped down on the duvet. I opened one eye to look at him, a smile spreading over my face. 'Oh, hell, it was.' Emiel chuckled, pulling me into him, pressing a kiss on my cheek. 'I apologize for your neck. It might leave behind slight scars.' he spoke, breaths still uneven. I swallowed, tracing my fingers against his chin.

'Don't you worry about it.' I assured him. 'It is no problem, really. Makes it even more clear to whom I belong, don't I?' The higher vampire smiled as I laid my head against his chest, listening to the sounds of his body.

'Hm.' he hummed in response, lacing a hand in my hair. 'I love you, (Y/n). Even though you're naive sometimes.' I smiled, pressing a kiss onto his collarbone. 'I love you too, Regis.'

[gayregis]

ok when dettlaff was described as “communicating with” other vampires this is just how i thought getting all the vampires to attack beauclair during night of long fangs worked

syanna: [doesn’t show up to tesham mutna]

dettlaff: [sits down at the castle ruins] [whips out his iphone 8 and adds to the toussaint-localized vampire snapchat story] “PARTY TONIGHT — BEAUCLAIR @ 9 PM do not miss!!! will be loads of blood!!! guard patrol too!!”

like a hundred other vampires: [spam the group chat with “yess omg” “dett wya wyd” “💖💞” “bitvh yes. fuck it up” “is ori gonna join or is she too busy holding out on us 🙄🙄” “wym shes holding out?” “la compassion” “what” “wht” “tf?” “its an orphanage” “oHhh” “bitch what” “afterparty at the orphanage 🤪😂” “YESS lmaooo” “i heard emiel is back wtf is he???” “dett you dont even like parties whats up?” “revenge” “his gf cheated” “no she was just a bitch lol” “revenge plot” “ohhhh ok i gotchu 👌” “wait what do you mean” “abt what..” “wht?” “^^ someone said the king of the night is back 😳” “wtf” “lol yea right” “no its true dett helped him...” “what” “i wish 😪😭” “nahhhh” “fr??” “its true lol” ... and it continues]

regis: [gets all these notifs spamming his phone]

regis: [looks at his phone and glances at the group chat] ...

geralt: what what’s up

regis: ah— nothing!

[stellanimarum]

Vesemir would have to put her down once they got to shore and they would have to part to dress which he did fairly quickly. Or as easily as he could pulling leather over wet skin. This time he did peek round at Marie some with a smirk.

He then would pick up his things and sling his bag onto his back. It growing dark didn't bother him but he also really didn't feel like fighting his way back home. It would ruin the pleasant evening.

"Are you busy tomorrow?" He asked, he figured perhaps they could check out tesham mutna or...something else. He was just content to be around her. It definitely made the very few contracts available worth it. He needed to seek out richer areas for them to cough up more coin.

stellanimarum​:

“Hm, or perhaps it is just the Toussaint heat making me this way.” Vesemir smirked then shook his head. “Not for a time, no or at all if I have to be entirely honest.” He had wanted to do such things long ago but they hadn’t been more than a too late dream.  “I should likely be getting you back home to dry off fully hm?” It was growing late now, the temperature cooling down - he wasn’t sure when that had happened exactly, it was a shame for he wanted to continue this. 

Marie rolled her eyes a bit at his first response before her gaze returned to him at the second. So… she was special then? He genuinely liked her. That was new. She responded softly. “I don’t do this sort of thing either.” It was only fair that he should learn it was mutual.

Her head rested against his shoulder, content to just be held as she was. A shame he’d have to put her down soon. Vesemir was warm, comfortable. “Mm, we don’t want to be here after dark, either.” They could handle themselves, she was sure, but it seemed an annoyance. “Should dress.”

[silentmoonbutterfly]

The end of something else.

[happywitch416]

Chapter 3- She does not wane, but my fortune, which her rays do not bless,

"Tesham Mutna." She tried the words with her tongue, harsh against her soft lips. Her head cocked to the side, a trait he had learned meant she felt something. "This place holds sorrows for you."

“Yes.” He had told himself he would stay away until it was done, but Geralt had not been ready and Regis’s thoughts had always turned to her.

She nodded, brow furrowing. “We have… dark tales about those ruins. No more than whispers, but it's enough to scare away all but the most foolhardy.” Her head tilted again as she studied him. “You do not strike me as foolhardy, Regis.”

“It's to help my friend. The spell Geralt and I are doing, we need to get something there.”

“Regis, I-.” She looked away and took a deep breath before she continued quietly. “I know you are not human.” He stilled beside her. “And I know that Tesham Mutna was once a fortress for vampires, namely Khagmar. Stories no matter how quietly whispered remain as long as there are mouths to tell them,” She swallowed hard, her voice dropping even lower. “That is why you must go there isn’t it?”

"Yes." He sighed, gazing up at the crescent that hung from the sky. "It will be an unpleasant journey."

Amelia reached out to gently lay her hand on his. "But it is one you must make."

He nodded, her lips drawing up at the corners slightly when he caught himself and spoke. "Yes, it's necessary. To protect my friend and to help him."

"Your friend is lucky to have you, Regis." She squeezed his hand gently and didn’t let go, allowing him all the silence he needed.

“Tesham Mutna is a testament to the crimes of my people, to my own.” He shook his head. “I did not believe you had noticed anything different.”

“Well, a lady has her secrets.” She gave him a warm smile. “But I knew the moment I felt you, saw your aura. Humans only have one color, and you have three.” Her frown returned a moment. “I didn’t figure out the rest until you mentioned that place.”

“A quick study then.”

“I have to be.” Amelia smiled brightly. ”I will admit I have rather rude questions.”

“Ask away.”

“Can you turn into bats? Why do people claim vampires can’t stand garlic? Do you really have to drink blood to survive?”

Regis let out a short laugh. “I can turn into a bat. Garlic is a superstition only, as are stakes and silver.” He quieted a moment. “No, blood is not necessary to survive. Some of us have sworn off it entirely. Like humans and alcohol.”

She made a face. “That seems an inconvenient way to get a hangover.” She smiled at the noise he made. Her grin turned mischievous. “I take you are one that does not? Or am I not your type?”

If it had been anything but gentle teasing in her tone, and the smile on her face, he would have fled. Instead, his fingers tightened around hers, not realizing he had held on to it the whole time. “I do not partake in it anymore.”

“Mm.” She looked away then. “I hit another sore spot, didn’t I?’ She gave his hand another squeeze and stood straightening her skirts. "It seems only fair I tell you the tale of this garden to make up for it." She smiled and held out her hand, beckoning him. "It is lighter in comparison at least, but it is a story I have loved since I was a child." Regis linked his arm with hers, settling her fingers on his elbow as he let her guide them. "Humans destroy more than they create."

Regis chuckled. "I thought you said this was light."

Her eyes narrowed playfully, nose scrunching. "But they can't destroy everything. This garden is older than the duchy according to its tale." She had led them to the rose maze at the center of the garden, a winding track through the hundreds of roses, some the size of thimbles, and others so large you needed two hands to hold its blossoms. "The palace and the garden belonged to an elven prince. He ruled his kingdom with an iron fist, his people cowering when he strode past. One day, an old woman stopped him, begging for a scrap of bread, a coin, anything to help her survive the night." She grimaced. "He refused and the Lady of the Lake rose before him, cursing him into the form of a hideous beast."

"Until someone could love him in spite of his beastly behavior?"

She laughed, the sound bringing a smile to his face. "Not quite. He was cursed until he could learn to care for another until he learned kindness and compassion." She led them down the twists and turns without faltering, the dizzying colors and scents dancing about them. "His people prospered while he was contained in the palace and this garden. It was he who planted the first roses in his loneliness. Watered them with his tears, with his blood when he grasped them gasping at the thorns. But he never yelled at them or expected anything from them but beauty. And that was the extent of his kindness. Anything dead or wilting was thrown away."

She was silent a moment, her brows creased in thought. "There are two versions that diverge at this point in the tale. One goes on to tell of a princess who finds him tangled in the thorns, howling in pain, and being so grateful for rescue that he prostrates himself at her feet swearing to be her champion. Protecting her from an evil queen, he dies in her arms from a poison blade meant for her, becoming a prince again with his last breath as a beast and living happily ever after as a man reborn."

Chuckling at her sour expression, he patted her hand. "I take that is not your favorite version."

"No.” She smiled then, her steps slowing as they neared an area they had not explored before. "Magic or not, I do not believe an elf would turn into a man, and would not be enthused with the prospect if he did. Regardless, he does nothing to become better other than be at the right place at the right time. It's fine for children." She added thoughtfully. "When one is young enough to believe the land of wine and fairytales will always grant happy endings."

"Do you not, Amelia?"

"No." Her smile grew a little sad. "When I was young, I wished a witch or fairy godmother would appear and with a wave of their hand, they would return my sight. I didn't even want normal eyes, it didn't matter the quest or payment. I just wanted to see the world like everyone else again." She laughed softly, but it did nothing to the undercurrent of sadness in her voice. "To dance at a ball without a partner who asked out of pity. To see a lover smile at the happiness I had caused. To, perhaps, one day see a little face like mine holding up their arms to be held, to know more than the sound of their voice, soft hair against my cheek." She took a long breath. "No. Regis, I haven't believed in those kinds of tales for a very long time." She hummed a moment and smiled with a shake of her head. "I was telling a story, not waning gloomy about my own."

"Stories can always be picked back up." He was grateful she couldn't see his face, the sadness he felt in his heart, the tightness in his chest.

"True. Where was I?"

"The second tale."

She thought a moment then clicked her tongue. "The rose garden grew and prospered under his hands. He tended their leaves, trimmed them in the falls, fertilizing in the springs. Any that did not grow to his liking he ripped out, tossing them over the garden wall to wither and rot. He expected their beauty and would accept no less. One summer morning, a young woman stumbled into his garden, weary and frightened. She begged him to hide her from her pursuers, offering her meager coins and then herself in exchange. The beast led her into the center of the garden, telling her she would be safe hidden in the maze. He thought well of his luck that such an easy cure had come into his hands. One good deed and he'd be free. He strode beyond its hedge to meet them. They stood no chance and he returned to her victorious." She stopped in front of a large statue. "He sought to claim his prize, surely a kiss would change him back into a dashing prince. She owed him after all.”

The statue before them was golden. The great beast, with its shaggy mane and spiraling horns, falling back into the roses, their thorns sharp and tangling. The woman was smiling, the roses twining about her limbs like a lover’s caress. The way her arm extended spoke of softness, not violence, even as her cold eyes watched his death.

"He asked her why, raged that the roses were his to command, that he was owed his freedom. He had rescued her after all, it was only fair. He ordered and demanded she obey him, settling to hurling insults while the woman watched him quietly." She silent for a moment. "The Lady of the Lake told him he had not learned a thing, not in all his centuries trapped here. The gift, the second chance he had been given, was his no longer."

Regis stared at her and she smiled self consciously. "Usually these tales have a moral of the story, this one I do not think I understand."

"Neither beauty nor ugliness makes one more likely to be kind or compassionate. Motives matter to the actions, and the motives will always show themselves truly in the end." She gave him a brilliant smile, leading him away from the statue. "Although most would say, appearances are deceiving and one should learn from your mistakes the first time you make them. A mysterious woman is nothing to be trusted, be she a crone or a beauty, but you should treat them with equal respect.”

He pulled at his collar. "Perhaps." He muttered. "You are warning me that you are going to murder me in this lovely garden then."

A surprised laugh left her, bowing her forward as her hand reached up to stifle it. "Really, Regis?" She shook her head, patting his hand. "How would I murder someone? With my disarming wit?"

"Words are mightier than the sword." Music had begun to lilt gently along the breeze that stirred the petals around them.

She snorted at that, face flushing at the noise she made. "By Lebioda, perhaps with my lady like charms then as well."

"Well." He stepped away from her, holding her fingers gently in his own. "You are charming, my lady." She shook her head with a fond smile. "It is not a ball but would you like a dance in this lovely garden?"

Amelia froze a moment before she spoke, her voice soft almost pleading. “I don’t know how.”

“I can show you.” Regis pulled her closer, placing her hand on his shoulder before settling his on her waist, fingers twining with hers as he raised their arms. She held herself stiffly, it was the most uncomposed he had ever seen her, including when she had fallen into the stream. “Relax, Amelia. You know music.” She nodded and slowly eased into the steps.

A small smile appeared on her face as the song continued her usual grace returning as her feet memorized the steps. Her head cocked to the side when the music changed and she laughed. "I know this song."

"Does it have lyrics as well?" He twirled her gently, the ruffling of her skirt filling her silence.

"It does." She said quietly. She hummed a moment finding the place in the song.

"Ever just the same Ever a surprise Ever as before Ever just as sure As the sun will rise

Tale as old as time Tune as old as song"

She trailed off, her cheeks flushing."It's a love song."

"Perfect for this garden then."

"Perhaps."

Moonblind Master List

[stcrliiight]

Witcher 3: Wild Hunt - Tesham Mutna ruins

[silentmoonbutterfly]

[ladysunbite]

@fallesto

A nudge. Be it any other night, she would detest such familiarity, but tonight it made her lips fold into a crescent of a smile. Battered yet bright and sharp. A rare sight of something genuine. "We do, indeed, dear witcher." *** The rest of the night passed like a nightmare - some parts were swift and faded quickly, the others dragged for what she felt were long years, stick with sweat and honey. Yet when Orianna had a chance to look at the moon again, hanging like a lost pearl over Tesham Mutna, she was surprised to note that the whole ordeal took no more than several hours. Her hands were shaking like willow branches. It worked. Everyone emerged alive, under the amused gaze of the moon. The notion itself was ridiculous. The plan was the bare-threaded one, yet here she was, having spoken the right words like a wooden automaton, she saw cleverly displayed at the court once. All of them followed their moves, as if in a dance of death, their hearts and minds being dragged along as if by the crafty hand of another, bewildered and without a thought, upon a ribbon studded with bells. The scream was still ringing in her ears. Dettlaff was in a cage under Tesham Mutna. Regis and Geralt - the witcher - were seated upon the ruins of the wall, her brother finding solace in his work and patching up the other man's arm wound he got at the orphanage, chatting with a drunken gaiety of relief. The sun-eyed was thankful Regis gave her a moment to be alone. She would have loathed to let him see her in such a state, even if he guessed what Geralt could not guess in his blissful ignorance - what was the price of their dauntless endeavor, and why was she cradling her left arm, a hasty bandage covering her wrist. They did not have time to talk after they left the cave and she was not sure what he had seen or heard there. Orianna hoped he did not remember much, or had his canny instinct he mentioned tell him to pretend not to remember anything. She did not want to kill him after all. "Now, you seem to truly overdo yourself this time, my dear friend..." Regis was busy finishing arranging a fresh bandage as she was approaching, lost in the river of his own words. "The city is liberated, the princess is safe at the tower and Dettlaff...well, what I am implying you seem to have gained the favour of the the most omnipotent ladies of the land. The Duchess and our future Unseen Elder." "According to the custom Orianna owns you a boon now. Have you thought what to ask yet?" if the sun-eyed did not know the mask of her carefree, mandragora-soaked friend for centuries she would believe Emiel Regis; nonchalant and easy-going tone. But not now. Did the witcher catch the hook in his voice, a small shard of glass, a warning?

"It is true," the cultured vampiress added pleasantly, emerging from her silent seclusion, marble-like, long-fingered hands folded over one another at her girdle. Carefully not to touch the wrist of the left one. "I own you a favour, Geralt of Rivia. Ask of me what you will and it shall be yours."

“This is dangerous, got a bad feeling about this one, and when I have a bad feeling about something, more often than not, it means shit is about to get worse.” As he spoke, calmly and coldly, but he knew this feeling, that was within himself, better than anyone else, this was a feeling that shit was about to get a whole lot worse, before it got a whole lot better.

She knew that anyway, right.

The risks outweigh the rewards of this situation.

“You believe that to be true, hm, take your word for it, this night has been a nightmare, might as well make things worse.” And deal with the unseen elder.

He took a moment to collect his thoughts.

Hm.

Something was not right here.

He could not allow her to go inside on her own, too many risk, she could die for one, that was for sure, or she can make everything worse, this was his contract and this was his problem, he had been tricked and played the same as everyone else, meaning this was his mess to clean up, he was thankful indeed for her work right now, and for her courage, but he cannot stand aside and allow her to go in there alone, what kind of man would he be, how would he look himself in the mirror ever again if he let her do this and did not give her any form of aid.

“Yes, might as well, this chance is never going to come again.” How many people could say they have seen the unseen and lived to speak of it, the answer in the back of his mind would be zero.

For a very good reason.

This was it, right, this was as far as it goes for anyone, there was power and strength, then there was what the unseen was, and it was within a whole other realm, all the training, preparation, everything he has done within his life.

Worthless in this situation.

This was a fight, that he cannot win, but he was here to bargain.

“A kindness, but I will come with you.” As he pushed himself off the wall. “Told you already, no goodbyes or final words, you will tell him yourself.” As he walked a little bit closer to her and then nudged into her.

“Come, we got work to do.”

[gayregis]

also hold on. before detlaff meets syanna again at tesham mutna (or lack thereof) when detlaff is arriving to the ruins and everyone is waiting around like this

why the fuck do geralt and especially regis look so surprised that detlaff is here

couldn’t regis just. you know. sense him from a mile away because that’s what vampires do, as seen by:

regis in where children toil, toys waste away: geralt you cant stay here. detlaff will sense you from like 10 billion miles off because higher vampires can sense each other and any other individuals who we know by scent

regis in tesham mutna: oh hey fuck its detlaff whoa whered he come from

basically