If you're still looking for fluff and softness, might I request something for Regis? Maybe some potion making/cooking together? Just gimme that vampire sugar lmao
A/N: This is exactly the kind of thing I needed babe. I’m soft. This has no plot but it is fluffy! I hope that’s okay <3
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Outside, a thin layer of white snow dusted the ground.
Regis was standing at the table, eyes flickering over a page in a book. He was making some sort of elixir for a bad cough. Someone in the village had come down with a sickness and he immediately offered to help.
Perched on his shoulder was Calder, a black raven. He let out a scratchy caw and flew down from Regis’s shoulder to rest on the floor in front of you.
You were laying on your stomach a few feet away from him, sketching on a piece of parchment.
“Hello, love.” You smiled at Calder, reaching out to gently pet his head. He flapped his wings and started to move closer to you. But the three baby crows Regis rescued came running towards you, squawking loudly. Calder, irritated with his younger siblings, flapped his wings and went back to Regis. The crows settled with climbing along your arms and onto your back.
You looked up from your drawing to inspect Regis.
A soft smile pulled at the corners of his lips as his eyes flickered up to meet yours.
“What are you staring at, dear?”
“Just want to make sure I get your cheeks right.”
He leaned forward over the table, trying to sneak a peek at what you were doing but you quickly covered the parchment with the big sleeves to the long sleeve you wore.
“You’re cheating!”
“Cheating?” Regis chuckled, resting back on his heels. His eyes fell back to his book but that amused grin still stayed there.
“Yes, cheating! This is a surprise.” You told him.
“How is it a surprise if I know you are drawing me?”
You scowled.
“Oh, darling. Don’t give me that look.” He tilted his head to the side a little, eyes watching you. “I was only asking.”
“You don’t know how I’ll draw it.” You pointed out. “Quit looking!”
He shook his head, grinning as he looked at his book.
The three baby crows left you, choosing instead to chase your housecat, Marlow.
“I could use an extra hand or two.” He hummed, not daring to look away from his book this time in fear of catching a glance at your artwork. If you wanted it to be a surprise, he wouldn’t ruin it, no matter how badly he wanted to look.
“Okay.” You finished shading in the area beneath one of his eyes and then moved the parchment to the end of the table that Regis wasn’t working on. You made sure it was turned over so that he wouldn’t see the drawing.
You moved around to peer over Regis’s shoulder, though it was more like you were peeking around than over. He was much taller than you.
“What are you making?”
“I am trying something out for Master Baxter. He has a nasty cough. I could hear the congestion in his chest this morning. It sounded awful.”
Your eyes looked to the book he was reading out of. Your brows drew together.
“This isn’t in Common Speech.” You moved to stand beside him, turning the page to see if there was a translation that you understood.
“It’s an ancient dialect long forgotten.” Regis looked over to you. “My parents would speak it to each other. My mother taught me some of it. Later on in life, I taught myself.”
“How sweet.” You brought your hand up to his shoulder. “But how am I supposed to know what this recipe calls for when I can’t read it?”
“You allow me to translate it for you.” He leaned down to kiss your forehead. “And perhaps I can teach you if you’d like.”
You looked up at him, something in your chest fluttering. The thought of Regis teaching you a language from his childhood made your insides warm.
You nodded your head, smiling as you dropped your gaze to the book once more.
“Is that a yes? You’d like me to teach you?” He hooked his finger underneath your chin and tilted your head up.
“Yes.” You leaned forward to kiss him softly. “But perhaps teaching me while you are also doing alchemy isn’t a great idea. What if I mess something up?”
“I wouldn’t let you do anything that would harm Master Baxter.” Regis shook his head, his hand moving around to hold the back of your head. Gently, he pulled your head forward and he leaned down to kiss your forehead. “I love you.”
“I love you.” Your eyes fluttered shut and you leaned into him.
Regis pulled away as Marlow jumped up onto the table, successfully escaping the three baby crows.
“Marlow!” You picked him up. He seeked refuge on your shoulders, meowing loudly as he looked down at the crows. “We don’t want you messing up…. whatever it is Regis is working on.”
The vampire chuckled, turning back to read a passage in the book.
You placed Marlow in a chair in the main room before returning to Regis. He was stirring a dark liquid in a glass.
You wrapped your arms around him from behind, resting your head between his shoulder blades.
“Instead of working on this, why don’t we go to bed?” You suggested. “It’s getting awfully late.”
“The sun went down just a little while ago.” Regis said. “And I’m almost done with this. But if you helped me, perhaps it would be done sooner.”
You sighed, feigning disappointment, and moved around him to lean against the table.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Hand me the elderflowers sitting at the end of the table, please.” He nodded in the direction of the ingredient he needed.
“What will this do?” You asked, moving around the table to get what he needed.
“It will make Master Baxter sweat. Sweating will help cool him down, and rid him of his fever.” Regis took the plant from you but not before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Thank you, my love.”
You smiled.
As he crushed the flower with a mortar and pestle, you curiously looked around the table.
“What’s this?” You asked, picking up a jar with a mysterious thick liquid. “Is it honey?”
“Precisely! It’s used to soothe a sore throat. The lemon slice in there is for helping with congestion. It’s for Master Baxter’s wife to make tea with. There’s a few extra ingredients in there as well to help with his discomfort.”
You put the jar down and moved on to the next item. It was a ginger root.
“What does this do?” You asked, holding the root up.
“It can relieve nausea or any pain Master Baxter may be experiencing. It’s ginger root.”
“I know what it is.” You stuck your tongue out at him playfully. He smiled, looking back down at the vial in his hand.
“Would you mind cutting a piece off for me, love? I need to grind it up to put into this.” He tapped the vial with his index finger.
“Can I grind it up?” You reached across the table for the knife.
“If you’d like.” Regis nodded.
You cut off a slice of the ginger root. He passed you the mortar and pestle, then watched you grind it up.
You could feel his eyes on you and for some reason, it made you nervous. You looked up at him through your lashes.
“Why are you watching me?”
“I find it hard to look away when there’s such a beautiful being in front of me.”
“You’re such a charmer.” You grinned a little, though your cheeks flushed.
“I am just simply stating the truth.”
Once you finished grinding the plant, you passed the mortar to Regis.
“Excellent job, dear.” He praised, scraping the ground up ginger out of the bowl with a spoon.
As he put a few things into the vial, you moved to stand next to him. Your arm slipped around his lean waist, squeezing his hip.
“Darling, don’t be a distraction.” He winked at you, just teasing.
“I can’t help it.” You leaned against him a little more than you really needed to, but the vampire was sturdy and strong. He was capable of supporting you as you leaned in to his side. “I just really wanna lay down and cuddle with you.”
“How about we make a deal?” He turned to face you. “How much more of that drawing do you have to do?”
“Just some finishing touches.” You shrugged your shoulders, gazing up at him.
“When you finish the drawing, I’ll come to bed with you.”
You pouted.
“Regis! That’s not fair! What if it takes me forever to finish?”
“Then I fear I will have to wait forever to lay next to you again, my dear.” He turned back to his work, his tone gentle and playful.
You huffed and moved to pick up the parchment you were drawing on.
“Fine.”
You returned to the floor, eager to get the drawing finished.
***
You jolted awake, eyes opening to find Regis kneeling down in front of you.
“You fell asleep, darling.” He brushed his fingers over your hair. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay. It seemed sudden. One second, you were focused on the drawing and the next, you were out cold.”
You lifted your head up, rubbing your eyes and yawning. You didn’t remember being so tired that you would pass out.
Suddenly, you remembered the drawing.
“Regis! The picture!”
“Don’t worry, my dear.” He spoke calmly, his voice soothing. “I didn’t look at it, but I did pick it up. I didn’t want the crows to mess it up.”
You sighed in relief, rolling over on to your back.
“Are you ready to go to bed?” Regis asked. You nodded and lifted your arms up, wanting him to carry you to bed.
He scooped you up in his arms and effortlessly stood up.
“I love you, my dear.” He reminded you, pressing a warm kiss to your forehead.
“Love you more.” You sleepily tucked your nose into the front of his neck.
“Oh, I don’t think that’s possible.” He pushed the door to the bedroom open with his shoulder. “I love you more than anything in this world, more than anyone could love another being.”
“Lies.” Your words were muffled against his warm skin. “I love you more than that.”
“Oh? Is that so?”
“Mhm.”
You were placed carefully down on the bed. Regis started to move away but you grabbed his arm, keeping him close to your bedside.
“No, Regis. Stay.” You frowned, giving him your best puppy eyes.
“I just have to put a little more wood on the fire.” He nodded to the hearth at the foot of the bed. “I will be right back. I promise.”
You nodded and let him go. While he was tending to the fire, you pulled the blankets over you and settled in.
A few moments later, Regis was joining you.
He slipped into the bed next to you. Once you were sure he was comfortable, you scooted closer to him, curling yourself up against his side. Your head rested on his shoulder. His arm snaked around you, holding you close to him.
“Good night, my dear.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
“Good night, Regis.”
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