#gerlaff

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And I Promised Myself I Wouldn’t Let You Complete Me

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dettlaff van der Eretein/Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia & Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy, Dettlaff van der Eretein Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Multiple Orgasms, Mildly Dubious Consent, (described in endnotes), Anal Fingering, Masturbation, Voyeurism, (kinda), Blood and Wine (The Witcher 3 DLC), Spoilers for Blood and Wine (The Witcher 3 DLC), Alpha Dettlaff van der Eretein, Omega Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, (sorta) - Freeform, Bottom Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Biting, Blood Drinking, Smut, Fluff, Sexual Tension, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Hand Jobs, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Accidental Bonding, Awkward Sexual Situations, in the form of sex talks jasdk;lgj, poor Regis, Light Dom/sub, Mating Bond, Mating Bites, Nervous Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Light Angst, Some Humor

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Dettlaff lurches forward and Geralt has hardly processed the motion when Syanna disappears with a scattering of petals taking her place, suspended in the air and floating slowly down. “Hah,” the vampire says, “Seems I’ve been fooled again.” He swipes savagely at the petals with his horrific claws as if it will bring Syanna back in front of him, there to impale like that will fix anything at all. When he looks up next he has shifted into his vampiric form, well and truly enraged. “She will pay for this. Sooner or later, she will pay!” His voice is low and raspy and monstrous. It’s clearly difficult for him to speak in Common like this.

Geralt tenses at the way he whirls on him and Regis, at the aggression in Dettlaff’s voice. He reaches for his sword, adrenaline starting to pump through his veins. If not for the ribbon, clearly some sort of magical artifact that’s laying on the ground where Syanna had stood, Syanna would be dead . He was hired to protect her. And, even more important in this very moment, he needs to protect himself and Regis. Even so, he’s stopped from drawing his weapon by Regis’s hand on his arm. Regis gives him a pleading look, and Geralt is helpless not to listen.

“Dettlaff,” the vampire pleads, “killing Syanna will only make things worse for you. Please, my friend, listen to what we have to say.” He sounds so very desperate. Geralt is reminded, at that, how Regis will be forced to choose between the two of them, should they fight. He feels for Regis— a decision like that would tear him apart. But at the same time… it makes him wonder.

Dettlaff shouts, “You shouldn’t have meddled, witcher! You never should’ve meddled!” and lunges.

Every one of Geralt’s muscles coil tight, preparing to defend against whatever Dettlaff levels at them, and yet his mind wanders to what Regis will have to go through. He’ll have to fight Dettlaff with Geralt, or Geralt will have to fight him , and neither option sits well with Geralt. In the quickly passing moments he has to consider his options, he remembers something that Syanna mentioned to him in The Land Of a Thousand Fables.

He jumps back so that Dettlaff’s first two blindingly fast swipes miss. “Alpha!” His voice comes out as a yelp in his battle-induced panic. Around him, both of the vampires falter at what he’s said. Regis freezes at his side. Dettlaff’s arms drop a fraction and he gives Geralt a very odd look indeed. Geralt can’t make it out. “Don’t do this,” he adds in the lull.

Dettlaff reacts faster than Geralt could possibly dodge or say anything more. The vampire jolts forward so rapidly that even the witcher’s enhanced eyes have troubles seeing him. Dettlaff’s palms land hard against the front of Geralt’s shoulders and slam him into the crumbling stone wall of Tesham Mutna. Pebbles and a few larger chunks of rock tumble to the ground around them, the sound of them clattering to the ground drowning out Geralt’s pained grunt. He can see Regis step forward from the corner of his eye, but he doesn’t intervene. A short bolt of fear runs through Geralt before he manages to tamp it down. Dettlaff growls, hardly an inch from his face, “What makes you think you can call me that?” His voice is low and furious, rumbling and deep in a way that reverberates through Geralt’s chest and makes his heart pound faster. Still, his fear assuages at the fact that Dettlaff hasn’t struck him yet. He certainly didn’t give Syanna a chance to defend herself. He’s still in beast form, however. His gaze is dark, icy blue eyes clearly enraged. His mouth is dropped open, fangs clearly on display, shining even in the dim night light.

His stare is intense. It pins Geralt to the wall, even further than he already is, roots him in his spot so thoroughly that he doesn’t even try to fight Dettlaff’s hold. For a long moment Geralt finds he can’t look away. By the time he feels he could look away, he doesn’t want to. He swallows. Solving this situation nonviolently is ideal for everyone involved. This strategy appears to be working, at least. Dettlaff was about to gut him mere seconds ago, but now he’s just… pinning him bodily against a wall and leveling him with a very intense look. And while that may not be perfect, it’s not exactly violent in nature, either. Geralt can’t decide what it is. No matter what, it’s an improvement from before.

“He doesn’t know what he’s saying, Dettlaff, please.” Regis begs, still panicked. He takes a step forward, but still doesn’t get close enough to truly stop anything. Maybe this isn’t the solution that Geralt viewed it as, given Regis’s fear— however blood has yet to be shed. That makes it good enough in his books. Dettlaff tilts his head to the side as he listens to Regis, his eyes drifting to the side. Geralt watches his nose twitch in anger, and thinks, Fuck it, might as well go all in.

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