#eldain x isengrim

[witch-and-her-witcher]

Kisses along a hardened jaw to try and soothe - Isengrim / Eldain

NSFW-light. Some more Vrihedd brigade time frame.

When the commander had shown up in his tent, Eldain assumed it was to berate him for showing up to a briefing with allied forces with his uniform unbuttoned, bedazzled with colorful sashes and strings of jewelery. The drab sergeant's uniform didn't suit and he was too old and full of hate to stuff himself into it "properly" just to appease damn humans.

But Isengrim didn't speak. He sat on Eldain's cot, fingers tightly gripping the fabric of his riding trousers. Staring ahead as if he waited for the Queen of the Fields herself to appear and soothe whatever troubled his weary mind.

"Darling ..."

Straddling Isengrim's thighs, Eldain didn't try for gentleness neither of them was any good at - surely the reason he'd avoided his favored officers for Eldain's company. He bit and licked a trail up his neck, kissed along his clenched jaw, until he'd made his way to Isengrim's ear.

When he bit down on his earlobe, a sharp hiss broke the commander's exterior. Eldain suckled the pain away temporarily, soothing before his next attack, as Isengrim's hands moved to his backside. His grip hadn't relaxed and the intent behind his movements promised to repay pain with pain, pleasure with pleasure.

If the goddesses wouldn't grace them with their wisdom, Eldain could at least serve to distract.

#ask game #thank you for the fun prompt kira! 😍 #eldian #isengrim #eldain x isengrim #witcher fan fic #my writing

[ainti-pretty]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Eldain/Isengrim Faoiltiarna, Iorveth & Vernon Roche, vernon roche & eldain Characters: Vernon Roche, Eldain (The Witcher), Iorveth, (briefly) Additional Tags: this ones fun, Graphic Description of Corpses, Torture, Implied/Referenced Torture, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide Attempt, its from the past but uh. still mentioned!, eldain's willow tree!, Guilt, i literally havent written witcher fic in a year, so its probably wildly out of character. i dont care. take it or leave it., literally eldains fucking deranged idk what to tell u, hes slaying tho, (literally), Hen Llinge | Elder Speech (The Witcher), badly cobbled together by urs truly, translating english to a language that doesnt exist is surprisingly difficult lol, part of a series: so read foxlore before u read this Series: Part 5 of Foxlore Summary:

“You’re Vernon Roche, correct?” Eldain’s voice was smooth and high, and positively dripping in judgment.

“I am, and you’re Eldain.”

“You’re shorter than I thought you’d be.”

“As are you.”

Eldain’s eyes narrowed, and Roche saw Iorveth tense up next to him. Shit. Pissing off an elf known for skinning people alive was a terrible idea, no matter how delicate and fragile he seemed to be.

Or: Roche meets Eldain. New torture buddy unlocked! (Not really)

 title from: you can't go back, by the crane wives

yeah guess who continued foxlore

#iorveth x roche #iorveth #rorveth #isengrim x eldain #eldain #isendain

[bard-llama]

WiP Wednesday: Sequel drops

Love is a Feeling Meant to be Shared just turned into a series lmao. It’s a cute fic where Iorveth and Isengrim end up telling each other about their respective lovers and I 100% thought it was a standalone, but then I wanted to write Isengrim and Roche chatting about Iorveth and it turned out to be a sequel lol.

But of course we can’t stop there! I thought it was gonna be end game Roche/Iorveth/Isengrim/Eldain foursome sexy times, but then Roche went and brought up Sigi to Isengrim and now he’s gotta be part of it lol. Geralt may also be, because why not?

So first up we have Isengrim giving Roche the shovel talk.

Finally, Roche headed towards a nondescript house in Ellander and Isengrim decided it was time to break in and have a proper conversation with this dh’oine who had managed to capture Iorveth’s heart. 

The first problem with his plan materialized very quickly. He picked the lock on a window on the ground floor and slid inside – only for someone’s voice to startle him.

“Oh,” someone said. Someone whose voice was a lot higher pitched than Roche’s was.

Isengrim whirled around to see a woman sitting in an arm chair, smoking a joint. The woman’s hair was perfectly coifed, and her lipstick was bright red, leaving marks on the filter of the joint, but also making the curl of her lips stand out in the dimly lit room.

“Well,” she said, “you don’t look like Iorveth’s wanted posters.”

“What?” Isengrim said stupidly. 

“I wouldn’t really expect any other elves to be sneaking into my son’s house – unless you’re here to kill him?” She sounded remarkably calm as she asked.

Isengrim debated it for a minute, then reluctantly answered, “...no.”

“Lovely. Then come on in. Vernon’s just making tea.”

Isengrim stared at the woman who had clearly lost her mind, because who invited the person breaking into their home to tea?

“Mom? You talking to someone – fuck!” Vernon Roche himself, no longer dressed in armor, but in a casual tunic and trousers, entered the room carrying a tea tray and froze at the sight of Isengrim.

Finally, a reasonable reaction. Isengrim smiled his meanest smile. “I understand you’ve convinced Iorveth that you have some redeemable characteristics.” His voice made it clear that he did not agree and that convincing him would not be easy.

Roche tensed. “He told you?”

“Of course,” Isengrim sniffed haughtily. “Iorveth tells me everything.”

Roche’s face turned sour and Isengrim smirked at him. 

“Interesting,” the woman – Vernon Roche’s mother – said, tapping the joint against an ashtray. “How long were you and Iorveth involved?”

“Mom!” Roche hissed, not moving.

Isengrim blinked at her. “What makes you think we’re involved?”

She arched an eyebrow demonstratively. “He trusts you enough to tell you about his human lover. Of course you’ve been involved.”

Well. She wasn’t wrong, so Isengrim shrugged, deciding to answer, “Iorveth and I have known each other for a long time.”

It was true. They’d supported each other through war and betrayal and death. They knew each other about as well as anyone could know another. 

But in reality, they’d met not long before the start of the Second Northern War, four years ago.

“How nice.” She summoned Roche further into the room with a curl of her fingers. Mechanically, the notorious elf-hunter stepped closer, set the tray down on the coffee table, and began to pour them tea. Into three teacups – which Isengrim would be more suspicious about if there weren’t three more teacups on the tray. ‘Just in case’, apparently.

Roche pushed one teacup and saucer to the edge of the table in Isengrim’s direction, then served his mother the other before settling into the chair beside her.

“Come,” she said to Isengrim. “Sit down, have some tea.”

Slightly disbelieving, Isengrim shuffled forward, eyes on Roche’s hands, expecting him to pull a weapon at any moment. When he didn’t, Isengrim figuratively shrugged and dropped down to sit on the couch next to him.

The tea was actually pretty good, but there was no way in hell he would ever say that.

And just because I make myself laugh with this part, have a bit that’s a little later:

Eliza coughed, drawing their attention. “How’s the tea?” she asked, smiling benignly in a way Roche knew better than to trust.

“Uh,” Isengrim blinked. “Fine?”

“The art is accurate enough to pass muster, then?”

“Art?” Isengrim’s nose wrinkled under the scar that cut across his face, passing just under his eye. “What art–?” he looked down as he spoke and his words cut off quite abruptly as he spotted the various dicks depicted on his teacup.

He choked, flushing red. “What–?”

“I dunno,” Roche shrugged, smirking in amusement, “I think the elven ones are a little small.” 

The teacup pattern was one of Eliza’s favorite and therefore quite familiar to him. It was also her oldest set and one he remembered being used to teach him the anatomical differences between species before he was even old enough to pronounce genitalia. The cups were dotted in floral blooms, and at the center of each flower, a dick of some sort was pictured. Human, elven, dwarven, gnomish… he’d learned them all before he could read. 

He’d been much older when he’d learned that the artist’s renditions were a little exaggerated on the human side, showing them as the same size as an elf’s penis. In reality, elven cocks were much, much bigger. Big enough to make his mouth go dry, remembering how it felt to be stretched around Iorveth’s cock.

“Are they?” Eliza asked and Roche cleared his throat, refocusing. Eliza turned to Isengrim with a little smirk on her face and asked, “is that true, Isengrim? Are all elven penises bigger than a human’s?”

Roche scoffed. As if she didn’t know.

Isengrim, on the other hand, went bright red, any of his blush that had faded flooding right back. “I – excuse me?”

Eliza did not show him mercy. “In your experience,” she enunciated clearly, “are elven penises larger than human ones?”

“I’ve – I can’t say that I’ve ever seen a human’s genitalia,” Isengrim said stiffly.

“Oh, we could change that,” Eliza offered and Roche smacked a hand to his face, hissing out, “Mom!”

Actually, if Roche’s intel was worth anything, Isengrim was lying. Considering his intel had been the other party crying into his shoulder after way too many whiskeys, he was pretty confident in it.

He pressed his lips together against a smirk. “That’s not what Sigi says,” he threw down like a gauntlet.

Isengrim stiffened, eyes going wide. 

“Oh?” Eliza encouraged. “Who is Sigi?”

“Sigismund Dijkstra, Head of Redanian Intelligence,” Roche answered easily. “We’ve got a club.”

“A human,” Eliza’s voice held a measure of surprise that he couldn’t quite tell if it was feigned or not. “So how does he represent our species?”

“Uh–” Isengrim’s ears burned red.

“Well,” Roche couldn’t help letting the smirk escape, “in fairness, Sigi would be a very generous representation of the species.”

Isengrim’s eyes narrowed. “How do you know that?”

Roche just smiled. There was a reason he and Sigi usually met up at bathhouses. If Isengrim was going to go for a human, Roche could understand choosing Sigi. He was delightfully proportional – but still nothing on an elf. 

Tongue flicking over his lip, he pulled it into his mouth to chew on. It had been well over a week since he’d last seen Iorveth and frankly, that was too damn long.

So anyway, Isengrim attempts to give Roche the shovel talk and Eliza does not make it easy. But if we’re gonna get to OT4?5?6? then we’ve got a ways to go. So next, I think there’s the following fics:

Iorveth given Eldain the shovel talk

I think he finds an excuse to go see Eldain bc he needs to recruit the Aedirnian Scoia’tael to join Saskia, but I’m not really sure how the actual shovel talk goes. (Which also begs the question: should Saskia get in on this imminent orgy???)

Eldain 100% enjoys getting threatened by Iorveth lmao. He definitely jokingly suggests a threesome. Iorveth perhaps retorts something about Roche needing to be involved???

Isengrim and Dijkstra are reunited

I think Isengrim ends up going to Redania before back to Aedirn, so he sees Sigi before seeing Eldain again. This definitely gets him into trouble. 

Possibly they fall into bed together and afterwards, Isengrim tells Sigi about the elf he’s quite in love with?

Eldain and Isengrim discuss Sigi

None of them are exclusive, but it’s still easy to be hurt by the human lover you never knew your lover had. So El’s more than a little insecure over his relationship, but Isengrim reassures him there’s nothing to be concerned over. His feelings for Sigi do not detract from his feelings for Eldain. They just gotta figure out how to navigate all of said feelings.

Roche and Dijkstra meet again?

Or maybe this is a flashback to Sigi getting way too wasted and crying into Roche’s shoulder about Isengrim.

Somewhere in these fics, we gradually move through the games’ timeline. So maybe this is the Reasons of State quest? Or their initial decision of “yeah, Radovid needs to die” and then deciding to bring in all of their acquaintances who know a little something about killing kings.

Roche and Eldain meet by chance

This might come before the Reasons of State stuff, if that’s the way it goes, bc I think they run into each other completely by chance, realize who the other is, end up getting a drink together to snark at each other, and then possibly sleep together? This being Eldain’s first time with a human, he’s more than a little freaked out afterwards, whereas Roche has experience with elves.

Could be like, something happens with Isengrim and Iorveth going into danger and Roche and Eldain sublimate their worry into rough sex? Or it could just be a “wtf how did we end up here, this was not the plan!” kinda encounter.

If Iorveth did say something about Roche being involved in any theoretical sex the 3 elves might have, then Eldain could be annoyed at his curiosity, but afterwards, he has to admit - for a dh’oine, Roche ain’t too bad.

Somehow everyone gets together and retires

Idk if we’re doing Reasons of State, then maybe they all work together to kill Radovid and then end up getting together? Which could mean including Geralt in the mix, bc then they can go retire to Corvo Bianco and also, Geralt would 100% be here for this.

I feel like Iorveth needs more scenes in this, so I’ll have to think about like idk, him meeting Sigi or some such. But yeah, this is a series now lol. Hope you enjoy?

#rorveth #isendain #iorveth x roche #isengrim x eldain #isengrim x dijkstra #isengrim x iorveth #roche x dijkstra #roche x eldain #possibly everyone x geralt #fic planning #wip wednesday #iorveth x roche x dijkstra x isengrim x eldain

[fleurdeliet]

Wither but not IoRoche xD

1 — Dijkstra and Isengrim. They look interesting together actually this one is my first commission 💙

2 — Eldain in Yule atmosphere

3 — Cedric.. Live him so much 💙 I tried not draw as I used to, but style it a bit

4 — Dandelion, love him

5 — Modern AU Foltest x Roche

6 — Young Foltest

7 — Ves 💙

8 — Ciri

9 — Foltest x Adda

#foltest #vernon roche #dandelion #jaskier #Cedric the witcher #cirilla of cintra #Ves #isengrim faoiltiarna #sigismund dijkstra #eldain #the witcher #Wizcher #digital art #Art #Fanart #my art

[multifangirl69]

#the witcher #thronebreaker #isengrim faoiltiarna #eldain #isengrim x eldain #fanfiction #ao3

[justleaf]

Me: I should start on the ficlets.

My brain: How about doing everything else except that?

My finger: Oh no I'm hurting it looks like you can't type with 3 of me 😉

Me: 😑

And so here are the banners for the first 3 entries in the BDSM Scoia'tael series that I haven't started.

Title of the series inspired by my blackmailer zzzett.

Ciaran x Iorveth

Ciaran learns about the process of becoming a sub. No smut.

Isengrim x Eldain

Eldain needs someone to take the reins for a night. No smut.

Ciaran x Iorveth x Roche

Iorveth introduces Ciaran to his older sub, Vernon. Wow after 100 years there will be smut here and it'll basically be Roche being a brat and getting wrecked.

Isengrim x Eldain

Eldain begs for it. Smut ahoy just like the cookie or like titanic.

#elves & leather #drabbles

[bard-llama]

New fic: Oolong and Iron

Did I ever post anything today? I definitely meant to, but I think I forgot oops. So have a late fic lol

This one is a sequel to Love is a Feeling Meant to be Shared.

Summary:

Iorveth and Isengrim have always been close. So when Iorveth quietly admits to his relationship with Vernon Roche, Isengrim has a responsibility to ensure that Roche knows that hurting Iorveth will end very, very badly for him.

Read on AO3

#rorveth #isendain #iorveth x roche #isengrim x eldain #isengrim x iorveth #sigi x isengrim #Roche's Mama Eliza #the witcher #my fics

[bard-llama]

Collide and Crumble Chapter 3

Fic Summary:

When King Henselt of Kaedwen has the Blue Stripes murdered, Vernon Roche is utterly broken. What is left for him but Iorveth? But the world is complex and being with the man he’s supposed to hunt isn’t quite so simple. It’s not made easier by the arrival of Iorveth’s old commander and ex-lover, Isengrim Faoiltiarna.

Chapter Summary:

Finding out about Isengrim's human lover was the last straw for Eldain, who not only left Vergen, but took with him all the Scoia'tael that weren't so sure their future lay alongside humanity. As his own human lover heads to the Temerian front, Iorveth tries to pick up the pieces.

Read on AO3

#rorveth #isendain #isengrim x dijkstra #isengrim x eldain #iorveth x roche #the witcher #my fics

[bard-llama]

Reunions, Rows, and Regicide Chapter 1

Summary:

Nilfgaard has conquered most of the continent. The only two remaining strongholds in the North are Radovid in Redania and Saskia in the Free Pontar Valley. Saskia’s realm is small enough not to be considered a threat – they fight off Nilfgaard’s advances, but they don’t have the capacity to bring the fight to Nilfgaard. On the whole, Nilfgaard is not overly worried about them. Redania, on the other hand…

Redania’s King is zealous and his army seemingly endless and Nilfgaard just wants him gone. Fortunately, there are a few people who could be motivated to make that happen.

Read on AO3

#rorveth #isendain #isengrim x dijkstra #iorveth x roche #isengrim x eldain #roche x eldain #we're finally bringing everyone all together #the witcher #my fics

[bard-llama]

Upon Closer Inspection

Oops, I forgot to post something today lol. But I do actually have something, so have the first Eldain/Isengrim fic I started writing.

Summary:

Eldain, Commander of the Scoia’tael in the Moulderwoods, is not at all pleased to hear that the other Aedirnian Commanders pressured Central Command to send someone to ‘inspect’ his unit. He’s even less pleased to discover that that someone is none other than Isengrim Faoiltiarna aka the Iron Wolf aka the elf Eldain toooootally didn’t crush on when he was younger. Their meeting is bound to go well.

Read on AO3

#isendain #isengrim x eldain #the witcher #my fics

[bard-llama]

I’m 9 fics away from having 400 fics on AO3!!! So I am trying to come up with titles for some of my WiPs that can begin to be published. Why are titles so hard???

Some fics that might be ready to post:

I’m just going through my docs to make a list, so there’s more than 9 here lol

Iorveth gets captured by the Throne3 and they head towards Temeria to deliver him to Roche. Maybe calling it Bound for Temeria? The main plot is that Gascon and Iorveth are shackled together (as a security measure; Gascon’s idea) and end up separated from the others. So they continue the journey and get to know each other lol

Post-W3 with Ciri getting ready to become Empress and Geralt is summoned before Emhyr bc he killed the Ofieri Prince in Hearts of Stone and that’s kind of a problem. Especially because Ofier is Nilfgaard’s only ally. Might not sound like it, but this is actually a Ciri/Cerys fic lol. Because the political solution to the mess is for Ciri to be arranged in marriage to the Malliq. And also to Morvran, bc she needs to consolidate power in the capital. But she’s with Cerys and scared of losing her. Meanwhile Cerys just wants Ciri to be able to feel like she has some control over her life.

Two fics in the same series:

One where Iorveth and Saskia approached Roche to try to recruit him to their side (both because it would be highly advantageous, but also because they wanna bone him)

One where Roche introduces Iorveth and Saskia to his mom, because when the plan goes into effect, everything will change and he wants them to know where to find him. Because they haven’t asked him to come with them when they leave for the Pontar Valley.

Hmm, I have a few Throne3 Meve/Gascon-centric shorts but idk if I wanna make a new shorts collection or just add to an existing one. On the other hand, I don’t think I have a TB-specific one yet.

Reynard and Roche share a few words about Gascon at a diplomatic party. Not actually sure if this is a standalone or something that’s part of a series of like, conversations between different duos. 

Okay, I’ve been calling this one the Northern Realms’ Party Favor, but that is not necessarily a good title lol. The tone is more serious than that implies. Kinda connected to the previous one in that the initial idea was pairing random duos up and seeing what conversations happened. But then it kinda turned into... porn with plot??? So the premise is that historically, when the Northern Kings meet, the host provides a “party favor” for them all to enjoy when negotiations are complete. Roche has served as the party favor in the past and ends up telling Gascon about it. Gascon decides it sounds fun and might be his only chance to ever be with Meve, so... This turns into Gascon gathering intel while getting fucked and somehow eventually leads to some confrontations about the Lodge of Sorceresses and also the throne3 get together.... somehow???

A Thronebreaker fic about Meve and Reynard discovering just what Caldwell promised the Strays and very much not understanding why Gascon would want Spalla and Scala.

I think I’ve shared snips of this one, but it starts with Meve and Gascon’s first clash when she has him captured and he refuses to be cowed. Then we get the power reversal where Gascon holds the key to letting Meve out of prison. And... tbh no idea what happens after that.

One where someone takes offense at a former criminal pretending at being respectable hanging around the queen and decides to do something about it. Gascon ends up a captive of an old ‘ally’ while the court thinks he got cold feet and ran and Meve tried very hard not to think that, especially because the alst thing he’d done was dance with her at a ball.

The Strays giving Meve and Reynard the shovel talk

A short fic that might be a 5+1 where people make armor/clothes for Knickers

A longfic about Dijkstra & Roche slowly developing respect for each other as they face off while Roche is Redania’s captive in the past interspersed with Roche being held captive somewhere in the present.

An isendain fic about their first meeting and how they get together

A fic where Iorveth is suspicious about what Roche has been up to in his forest. Meanwhile, Roche builds a cabin for Iorveth.

Okay, I haven’t gone through my rorveth WiP docs yet, but I gotta go to work, so for now, this is the list of options that need titles so I can publish them.

#rorveth #throne3 #isendain #ciri x cerys #iorveth x roche #meve x reynard x gascon #isengrim x eldain #the witcher #WiPs

[bard-llama]

Humanity, Hypocrisy, and Hatred Chapter 1

Summary:

Vernon Roche will do anything for Temeria. Letting unpleasant people fuck him so they could say they’d had the King’s Whore was not particularly glamorous, but if it meant he’d be able to afford to feed his guerrilla army, then he would do it gladly.

His latest client had brought him to Aedirn, which he’d vaguely known was Eldain’s territory, but even so, he was very much not expecting to see the elf who had fractured Iorveth’s Scoia’tael in Vergen – all because Isengrim Faoiltiarna had a human lover.

Read on AO3

#rorveth #isendain #eldain x roche #iorveth x roche #isengrim x eldain #the witcher #my fics

[bard-llama]

Collide and Crumble Chapter 2

Fic Summary:

When King Henselt of Kaedwen has the Blue Stripes murdered, Vernon Roche is utterly broken. What is left for him but Iorveth? But the world is complex and being with the man he’s supposed to hunt isn’t quite so simple. It’s not made easier by the arrival of Iorveth’s old commander and ex-lover, Isengrim Faoiltiarna.

Chapter Summary:

Iorveth wants his lover to meet his friend. Eldain is far from thrilled, but he respects Iorveth enough to grit his teeth through dealing with a human.

Read on AO3

#rorveth #isendain #iorveth x roche #isengrim x eldain #isengrim x dijkstra #the witcher #my fics

[bard-llama]

Christmas WiP Game

Merry Christmas (eve) everyone! Tbh this is not a big holiday for me, but it’s the first one without my dad, so I’m trying to stay distracted. To that end - would you like some WiP snippets?

Here’s how it works: send me a number from the list below and I’ll share a snippet from that WiP! Actual WiP list is under a cut because it is loooooooooooooooooooooooong

Total Unpublished WiPs:  210

WiP List (Unpublished WiPs Only):

Diplomatic Disaster (Thronebreaker, Gascon-centric)

Duos and Dialogues: The North’s Party Favor (Thronebreaker + pre-Witcher 2, Gascon & Roche and Gascon gangbang)

Roche and Reynard (Thronebreaker + pre-Witcher 2)

Fantasizing about Gascon (Thronebreaker, Meve/Reynard(/Gascon))

Hym (Thronebreaker, Gascon-centric)

Gascon’s Mistake (Thronebreaker, gen?)

Gascon’s Ducal Future (Thronebreaker, gen/pre-Throne3)

Ho-Ho-Hoe (Thronebreaker modern au, Throne3)

Stockings (Thronebreaker modern au, Throne3)

Stuffing (Thronebreaker modern au, Throne3)

Medical Play (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Enemas (Thronebreaker, Throne3)

Figging (Thronebreaker, Throne3)

Cum Dumpster Roche 2: Electric Boogaloo (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Shotgunning (Witcher 3, rorveth + Dijkstra/Isengrim)

Stuffing (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Phone/Xenovox sex (Witcher 3, rorveth + Philippa/Triss)

Gascon has painting classes (Thronebreaker, pre-Throne3)

Safe House (Thronebreaker, gen)

Bruised and Beaten (Thronebreaker, Throne3)

Gascon learning Reynard (Thronebreaker, pre-Reynard/Gascon)

Expecting Punishment Angst (Thronebreaker, Reynard-centric)

Spin the Bottle (Thronebreaker, Throne3)

Meve’s Jealousy (Thronebreaker, pre-Throne3)

The Hat: A Halo of Happiness (Thronebreaker, Meve/Reynard(/Gascon))

Never Have I Ever (Thronebreaker, pre-Reynard/Gascon)

Gascon in Drag (Thronebreaker, Throne3)

Wall Slam (Thronebreaker, Reynard/Gascon)

Bathing (Thronebreaker, Throne3)

Love Potion #9 (Thronebreaker, Reynard/Gascon)

Reynard’s chastity device (Thronebreaker, pre-Throne3)

Reynard gets daring aka trollfucking (Thronebreaker, Reynard-centric)

Gascon Gangbang (Thronebreaker, Throne3)

Inexperienced Gascon (Thronebreaker, Throne3)

Meditative BJs (Thronebreaker, Reynard/Gascon)

Roleplay (Thronebreaker, Meve/Reynard(/Gascon))

Reynard noncon monster (Thronebreaker, pre-Throne3)

Gascon provides the entertainment (Thronebreaker, pre-Meve/Gascon)

Meve/Reynard (Thronebreaker, Meve/Reynard)

Meve/Werewolf (Thronebreaker, pre-Throne3)

Reynard DP (Thronebreaker, Throne3)

Hot Box aka nonsexual kink (Thronebreaker, gen)

Gascon/Reynard Boning (Thronebreaker, Reynard/Gascon)

Reynard ‘helps’ Meve with overly full tits (Thronebreaker, Meve/Reynard + Throne3)

Gascon/Lambert One Night Stand (Thronebreaker/Witcher 3, Gascon/Lambert)

Wall Sex Reynard/Gascon (Thronebreaker, Reynard/Gascon)

Pre-Meetings with Meve Wank Sessions (Thronebreaker, (Meve/)Reynard/Gascon)

Tortured by Nilfgaard (Thronebreaker, Throne3)

Gascon first time (Thronebreaker, Throne3)

Shovel Talk: Strays to Meve and Reynard (Thronebreaker, Throne3)

Shovel Talk: Meve threatening Gascon (Thronebreaker, Throne3)

Truth Serum (Thronebreaker, gen)

Sounding (Thronebreaker, Reynard/Gascon)

Orgasm Denial (Thronebreaker, Throne3)

“I’m in love with them! What am I supposed to do?” (Thronebreaker, Throne3)

Knickers (Thronebreaker, gen)

Bard Iorveth: Anais’ Temeria (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Aging Sucks (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Chastity device/Orgasm control (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Eskel/Lambert (Witcher 3, Eskel/Lambert)

Fire Breathing (Witcher 2, rorveth/gen)

Sequel to Never Have I Ever (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Iorveth Gangbang (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Migraine (Witcher 2, rorveth)

An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Wet kisses after finding refuge from the rain (Witcher 2, rorveth)

An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose (Witcher 2, rorveth)

“You were almost dead from pushing it too far!” (Witcher 2, gen)

“If we’re both in this state, we both really screwed up somewhere huh?” (Witcher 3, rorveth)

Photo prompt: Cabin (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Composing (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Look me in the eyes and tell me what you like (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Oops, Wrong Room (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Dat Booty (Witcher 3, Roche-centric)

Flirting (Witcher 3, rorveth)

Sex Pollen in Witcher 2 (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Throne3 Meets Rorveth (Thronebreaker + Witcher 2, rorveth + pre-Throne3)

Alternate World (Witcher 2, rorveth + Triss/Roche/Foltest)

Sexy Pose (Witcher 2, rorveth)

“If you wanted to be fucked, all you had to do was ask” (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Roche the Novelist (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Dubcon Iorveth desperate (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Iorveth tries to make Roche believe he is loved (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Elf-Lover Roche (Witcher 2, Isengrim/Eldain/Iorveth/Roche)

Proxy Settlement (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Saskia/Iorveth + Roche (Witcher 2, Saskia/Iorveth/Roche)

Size Queens (Witcher 3, rorveth + Triss/Geralt)

“If you wanted to be fucked, all you had to do was ask” Iorveth fucking Roche (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Goodbye Love (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Iorveth vs the Clarabelle (Witcher 3, rorveth)

Bitter Victories: The Morning After (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Stocks (Witcher 2, rorveth + Roche gangbang, suuuuuper dubcon)

Exhibitionist (Witcher 2, rorveth)

First time Torture + Revenge (Witcher 2, gen)

Foltest/Vernon/Triss (Witcher 2, Triss/Roche/Foltest)

Senses outside (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Waiting in the meadow (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Veronica (Witcher 2, rorveth)

CNC Forced to Enjoy (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Daydreaming (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Sex Ed Lessons for the Stripes and Scoia’tael (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Plug Under Clothes (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Petplay Humping (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Bathing Encounter (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Fake Dating + Gay Chicken (Witcher 3, rorveth)

Secret Jewelry (Witcher 3, rorveth)

Mommy Kink + Lactation Kink (Witcher 2, Saskia/Iorveth/Roche)

Pussy Spanking (Witcher 2, Saskia/Iorveth/Roche)

Triss/Philippa/Saskia (Witcher 2, Philippa/Triss/Saskia)

Ruined for dh’oine (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Iorveth as date for “family” event (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Chasing Death’s Door (Witcher 2, rorveth/gen)

Cum Dumpster Roche (Witcher 3, rorveth + Roche gangbang)

Possessiveness + Scent Kink (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Slime (Witcher 3, rorveth + monsterfucking)

In Vino Veritas (Witcher 3, rorveth)

Dream: Pleasure Slave (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Hot Under the Collar (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Tonguefucking the dick (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Beltane (Witcher 3, rorveth)

Foltest Shows Off His Whore (And Iorveth Steals Him) (Witcher 2, rorveth + Foltest/Roche)

Cock Worship (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Mersquid Iorveth Porny Porn (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Oblivious Roche (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Iorveth in Heat (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Love Breeds Love: Nipple Play (Witcher 3, rorveth)

Love Breeds Love: Watersports (Witcher 3, rorveth)

Love Breeds Love: Post-Pregnancy, Next Breeding (Witcher 3, rorveth)

Siren Iorveth + Sea Captain Roche (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Time travel (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Bitter Exes Zoltan and Iorveth (Witcher 3, gen)

Skellige Sequel (Witcher 3, rorveth)

Post-coital after first time (Witcher 3, rorveth)

Wedding Buddies (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Hands (Witcher 3, Geralt/Iorveth/Roche)

Old Men in Vergen (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Language Aphasia/Deal with the Devil (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Take Two: Scoia'tael newbie POV (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Pleading with a voice so sore that it's barely audible (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Life Debt aka Iorveth is an Asshole (Witcher 3, rorveth)

Paying for Sex (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Zweihander (Witcher 3, rorveth)

Post-coital smoke (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Angst: Sex object Roche (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Midwinter Feast (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Solstice Feast + Sequel (Witcher 3, rorveth)

Lily Preserved in Amber (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Character taking (consensual, though not always verbally stated) control of the other character and character B just letting go and enjoying themselves (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Impact play (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Based on Moonlight’s art (Witcher 3, rorveth)

Roche’s Scars (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Fight (5+1 with 1 as the fight) (Witcher 2, rorveth)

A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes (Witcher 2, Geralt/Iorveth/Roche)

Private Time (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Inexperienced Iorveth (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Casefic/Undercover Dubious Consent (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Sequel to Red is the Rose (Witcher 3, rorveth)

Post W3 Becoming Terrorists Together (Witcher 3, rorveth)

Post-W3 Mine all mine (Witcher 3, rorveth)

Pre-W2 Ambassadorial AU (Witcher 2, rorveth + Triss/Iorveth/Roche)

Curse Breaking (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Roche POV Bloodplay (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Iorveth investigates Roche (Witcher 2, rorveth)

The Curious Case of the Murivel Resort for Couples (witcher 2, rorveth)

5+1 Foltest vs Iorveth (+ Kayran) (Witcher 2, rorveth + Kayran/Iorveth/Roche)

Iorveth tittyfucking Roche (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Want me to sit in your lap? (Witcher 2, Geralt/Roche)

Flirting Letters (Witcher 3, rorveth)

Foltest/Roche –> Iorveth/Roche (Witcher 2, rorveth + Foltest/Roche)

Letters (Witcher 3, rorveth)

Identity Porn (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Gwent Game in Corvo Bianco (Witcher 3, Geralt/Iorveth)

Dijkstra Noticing Roche’s Fucked Up Relationship (Witcher 2, gen)

Lilies Never Wilt (Witcher 3, gen)

First Time (isendain)

Sex Pollen/Diplomatic Orgy (isendain, rorveth, Throne3)

Reasons of State angst (isendain)

Love Breeds Love side story (isendain)

Get Together Post-Reasons of State (isendain)

Tentacle sex (isendain)

Meet Cute Angst (isendain, rorveth)

There Was Only One Bed Reynard/Gascon (Thronebreaker, Throne3)

There Was Only One Bed Reynard/Meve (Thronebreaker, Reynard/Meve)

Body worship post W3 (Witcher 3, laiden)

Friendly Fire (Witcher 3, laiden)

Love Shack: Medicine (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Love Shack: Iorveth is a sap (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Love Shack: Roche builds Iorveth a home (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Fisting (Witcher 2, rorveth)

“Human Bootlicker” (Witcher 2, rorveth)

One Accidental Proposal and Five Attempts At Accepting (Witcher 2, rorveth)

The Legend (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Philippa (Witcher 2, Philippa/Saskia)

Pron pls? (Witcher 2, rorveth)

What the Fox Says (Witcher 2, rorveth)

A Single Spark Can Set The World Aflame (Witcher 2, gen)

Returning to Ellander, Share Fenn News, Strategy Meeting (Witcher 2, pre-rorveth)

Dragons’ Salvation (Witcher 2, Saskia/Iorveth/Roche)

Leshen (Witcher 2, Iorveth/Leshen)

Fire Burns Brightest in the Dark (Witcher 2, Saskia-centric)

The Taint of the Common Man Side Story: Reynard & Gascon (Thronebreaker, (Meve/)Reynard/Gascon)

My Skin Peels Off Like Paint (TWN + Witcher 3, Emhyr-centric)

Pavetta Political Slights (TWN?, Pavetta-centric)

Renfri Character Study (TWN, Renfri-centric)

Seasickness (TWN, Calanthe/Eist)

Eskel Tentacle Sex (Witcher 3, Eskel-centric)

Deidre (Witcher 1, gen/Eskel-centric)

Fringilla (TWN, Fringilla-centric)

Lioness and Lion Cub (TWN, gen + Calanthe/Eist)

5 Signs: Sex Magic (TWN, Geralt/Eskel/Lambert)

*Note: all of my TWN stuff is pre-season 2. I actually haven’t watched it yet and not sure if I will tbh. But I do want to finish some of my fics from it, though not sure I’m ready to broach geraskier again just yet.

#rorveth #throne3 #isendain #laiden #the witcher #thronebreaker #iorveth x roche #geralt x iorveth x roche #saskia x iorveth x roche #saskia x philippa #meve x reynard x gascon #isengrim x eldain #lambert x aiden #ask game #WiPs

[bard-llama]

Llama, I come to humbly request 83 or 84 for the game! Thanks ❤️

Oooh, great choices!!! The first one is all sappy and bittersweet, and the 2nd is... well, the set up is all to get to the porn, so... XD

83. Iorveth tries to make Roche believe he is loved (Witcher 2, rorveth)

“He wasn’t always this way,” Vernon’s mother Eliza murmured to him after Vernon had run away from a vulnerable conversation.

“No?” Iorveth asked, cocking an eyebrow. He and Vernon were visiting Vizima under its new Nilfgaardian overlords and his mother’s brothel was the first place Vernon had brought him.

He wasn’t quite sure how he’d gone from meeting Vernon’s mother to making Vernon run away, but it weighed heavily on his shoulders.

Eliza shook her head, smiling sadly at him over her teacup. “One of the many things I’d like to repay Foltest for,” she said, venom dripping from her tone.

Ah. That both explained a lot and also nothing at all. “If it helps,” Iorveth began tentatively, “his death was quick, but far from painless.”

Eliza let out a sharp bark of laughter. “I like you, Iorveth,” she told him, “but for both our sakes, never tell Vernon that.”

“Obviously,” Iorveth huffed. “He’s – he and Foltest were… very close.”

“Ha,” Eliza scoffed. “Close, yes. Vernon worshipped the ground he walked upon. But in return…” she shook her head. “My son has trouble believing that he can be loved, because the man he loved professed to feel the same even as he turned my son into a torturer and murderer.”

Iorveth’s breath froze in his chest. He’d certainly suspected that Vernon’s relationship with Foltest had been… unhealthy. But he hadn’t quite let himself realize that Vernon had loved Foltest.

He bit his lip, and now he was the one needing relationship affirmations. But he nodded to Eliza anyway, “the depths we sink to for people we value affect us greatly.”

She sent him a small smile, pouring him more tea. “He has come to learn that he cannot trust words, but he’s also an intelligence officer. He knows that behavior can be a lie. So what is he to believe?”

Iorveth thought on that. What could Vernon believe? How could he show Vernon that he loved the man more than life itself?

He was mostly sure that Vernon reciprocated – they wouldn’t exactly be attempting to build a life in retirement otherwise – but that little margin of uncertainty niggled at him.

“He believes you,” he pointed out.

“I’m his mother. Aside from having birthed and raised him, my love was something he was aware of before Foltest began to manipulate him. Before he learned not to trust.” Eliza sighed, shaking her head again. “My apologies. I simply wanted to let you know that it’s not your fault he left. There are many hurts he has yet to recover from, and if you are going to build a life with my son, you should be aware of that.”

“I am,” Iorveth murmured softly.

They sat in silence for a long while before it became clear that Vernon was not planning on returning any time soon.

“Where does he usually go, around Vizima?” Iorveth asked eventually, ready to track his dh’oine down and show him that even if it was scary and hard, Iorveth was in this relationship for the long haul.

84. Elf-Lover Roche (Witcher 2, Isengrim/Eldain/Iorveth/Roche)

Yeah, so this was me just wanting to write another gangbang, but it kinda grew a plot lmao

“You summoned me, Your Majesty?”

Vernon Roche bowed before the King of Temeria, prepared to take care of whatever his king needed of him.

“Ah, Vernon,” King Foltest waved him closer, clapping a hand around his shoulders and pulling him to walk with the king. “Perfect timing. Per your intelligence, we have reached out to the Scoia’tael with terms for a potential ceasefire.”

Roche blinked. “They’re actually willing to consider it?”

“They are,” Foltest nodded. “There will be concessions on our side too, but nothing we can’t live without. However, the final settlement depends on you.”

“On me?”

Foltest nodded, guiding them slowly through the garden. “As soon as I said that I wanted you to be able to assess the Scoia’tael to determine their trustworthiness, they proposed that if they can convince you that they are trustworthy, then we will cede the forests to them. As protectorates, of course. We would continue to be able to use the forest, but we would have to work with the elves on an agreement. But those details can come later,” Foltest turned and grasped both of Roche’s shoulders. “I am depending on you, Vernon. You know more about the Scoia’tael than anyone and you know how these commanders think. If they can convince you, I will believe it. But only if they convince you.”

Roche swallowed, aware of the heavy responsibility being placed on him. “I will do my best, Your Majesty.”

Foltest smiled, clapping his hands against Roche’s shoulders, then turning to walk again. “Wonderful. We’ve agreed that our representatives will meet halfway between the forest and Ellander. The elves have already begun to set up a camp there. You will ride out immediately and examine the elves carefully. By the end of the week, I will need your assessment on whether they can be trusted.”

“Yes, sire,” Roche bowed again, and when Foltest dismissed him, he went to pack for the journey, then headed towards the stables immediately.

The camp the elves had set up was easy to spot, the woven beige tents standing out against the green of the forest. But there were a lot fewer of them than he would have expected. Was this a trap?

He slowed his mount to a walk and approached slowly, eyes peeled to identify any possible details that might help him. There appeared to be three elves in the camp, and from this distance, Roche could spot the red of Iorveth’s bandana. But who else had Iorveth brought?

As his horse came to a stop just outside the camp, Roche recognized one of them. The scar across the elf’s face was often compared to Iorveth’s, but Isengrim Faoiltiarna had both of his eyes, and they glared at Roche.

Roche glared right back.

Iorveth stood next to Isengrim, but the third elf was sitting next to the fire pit, strumming a lute and singing softly in Elder.

Iorveth and Isengrim’s smirks were more than a little concerning, but Vernon Roche had never run away from an elf and he certainly didn’t intend to start now. So he flung his leg over the saddle and dismounted, looking back at them and crossing his arms.

“Well?”

“We’re supposed to convince you we’re trustworthy,” Iorveth said, and there was something in his gaze that made Roche feel weird. “But you’ve never been one to enjoy speeches. So I propose a bet.”

Roche blinked. “What?”

“If you agree,” Isengrim growled, “we’ve set up a tent to carry out the bet.”

Roche glanced past Isengrim’s shoulder to a tent that was larger than the other two. What was the bet going to be that they would need that space?

“And the bet is?”

“Oooooh, tha mi airson gaol a thoirt dhut,” the third elf sang in Elder and Roche was utterly baffled when the other two quickly stifled smiles. Clearly there was a joke here that Roche was not in on.

He met Iorveth’s eye directly and raised a pointed eyebrow. “The bet?”

“I bet,” Iorveth said slowly, and his gaze was hot on Roche, “that we can make you come more times than that king of yours ever has.”

Roche choked, flushing brightly and gaping at the three elves, who all seemed unperturbed. “And the stakes?” he asked hoarsely. Was this really happening?

“The agreement with Foltest,” Isengrim answered. “We win, you agree to tell him whatever you need to for the deal to go through.”

His mouth dropped open and he sputtered. “You – that’s–”

The thing was, they were actually asking for a lot more than they realized. Because while it was true that Roche had slept with his king, Foltest had never made him come. If he accepted this bet, he would be agreeing to endorse the Scoia’tael. He would basically be saying that he believed they would keep their word and that this deal was the right one to sign.

He bit his lip, glancing at Iorveth and the other two through his eyelashes. They seemed… eager wasn’t quite the right word, but it would not be entirely out of place. Why would elves even be interested in making him come?

“Why?”

The corner of Iorveth’s mouth twitched upwards. “Because you’re Vernon Roche.” The words almost sounded like a caress and Roche shivered.

His breath was coming shallow in his chest, and he swallowed hard, realizing that he’d already made his decision. He wanted this, wanted Iorveth’s hot regard and Isengrim’s dark eyes and the other elf’s mischievous smile.

Speaking of…

He cleared his throat, then looked to the last elf. “And who exactly would be involved in this bet?”

“If that’s your way of asking my name,” the lute player laughed, “it’s Eldain. Should I be offended that my face isn’t so easily recognizable?”

Both Isengrim and Iorveth turned to frown at their companion, but Eldain shrugged, unrepentant.

“So?”

Roche swallowed again, then nodded. “I accept your terms,” he said formally, as if he wasn’t agreeing to let them fuck him.

“Then come with us,” Iorveth said and headed into the large tent. Isengrim and Eldain followed after Iorveth, which was fortunate, because Roche was not sure how he would have felt with them at his back. Instead, he walked behind them and ducked into the tent, then blinked in surprise.

In front of him sat a large bed. As in, the Scoia’tael had apparently brought an actual bed to this camp. Just for this?

That made him feel something squirmy and he wasn’t sure if it was a good or a bad sensation yet.

“Undress,” Iorveth ordered him, and even though his hands automatically moved to follow the instructions, he waited to ensure that the others were undressing too before unbuckling the straps on his armor.

He couldn’t help but watch the others as more and more skin was revealed. Elves were said to be unnaturally beautiful, but Roche could spot nothing unnatural in the sharp cuts of their jaws and the long, lithe strength of their bodies.

He licked his lips, unlacing and pushing down his trousers as his eyes traced over Iorveth’s scarred torso. He wanted–

Eldain was suddenly in front of him, hand wrapped around his cock. He shouted, not expecting the contact, but Eldain hardly seemed to care, instead fixating on the way the elf’s fingers could not circle all the way around his cock.

“Fuck,” Eldain mumbled, and somewhere vaguely behind Roche, Isengrim laughed.

“Such a fucking size queen,” Isengrim teased and Eldain flipped him off, dropping to his knees with his eyes glued to Roche’s cock.

“Um,” Roche said hesitantly. “What are you doing?”

“What’s it look like?” Eldain glanced up at him long enough to cock an eyebrow, then the elf was leaning forward and licking a stripe up his cock.

“Oh fuck,” he gasped, hands reaching out blindly for support.

Iorveth grabbed one of his hands, bringing it closer until Iorveth could kiss his fingertips.

His breath was coming rapidly and he couldn’t take his eyes off of Iorveth’s mouth. Iorveth clearly knew that, because the corner of his mouth twitched upwards and then he was taking two of Roche’s fingers into his mouth.

Roche made some sort of noise, but he wasn’t sure what because quite suddenly all he could hear was a rushing sound. He was really doing this. He was really going to sleep with three elves. With three Scoia’tael commanders. What the fuck was he thinking!?

Iorveth was apparently displeased with losing his attention, because Iorveth released his fingers and nipped at the skin between his thumb and his forefinger.

“Ah!” The sound he let out was embarrassing and his hand flexed against Iorveth’s face. Which was about the moment that he realized that he could feel Iorveth’s face. As in, the bandana that typically covered the right side of Iorveth’s face was gone. With something approaching awe, Roche moved his fingers to gently trace over a damaged cheekbone, partially caved in under Iorveth’s eye, which was entirely missing.

He’d known, logically, that Iorveth’s injury must have been terrible. It wasn’t as if Iorveth had ever told him what had happened, but it wasn’t hard to put together. The Scoia’tael’s most famous commander disappears for several months just as some Kaedweni soldier starts bragging about having speared some Scoia’tael bigshot in the eye? The dots connected easily.

So he’d known, sort of, what to expect. And yet, he really, really hadn’t, because the face in front of him was scarred and broken and still alive.

“How did you survive?” he heard himself ask, palm cupped around Iorveth’s cheek.

Iorveth swallowed hard, reaching up to pull Roche’s hand away from his face, pressing a kiss to the base of the palm. “Later,” he murmured. Then he stepped forward, cupped Roche’s cheek, and kissed him.

The entire world ceased to exist and galaxies spun through his mindless thoughts, every bit of him engrossed in the movement of Iorveth’s lips.

His feet stumbled, and a firm hand caught him by the ass, cupping and squeezing it. He shivered, still half-overwhelmed by Iorveth’s kiss, but enjoying the way someone – Isengrim, probably? – fondled his ass.

Eldain's singing: Ooooooh, I wanna make love to you

#rorveth #iorveth x roche #isendain #isengrim x eldain x iorveth x roche #roche's mama eliza #the witcher #WiPs #ask game

[bard-llama]

Anais and Eldain meet in the middle of the forest. The bicker. Anais is all like "Don't underestimate me elf. Iorveth underestimated me. It was the last think he did."

"What do you mean, dhoinette?"

"I doubt he had time for something else in the three minutes I escaped under his nose."

Anais is actually referring to a very intense game of hide and seek, but she stands by her words.

Eldain is very, very confused. Like "who are you??? why would Iorveth capture you???" (because it was bathtime and she does not like bathtime At All)

Okay, but somehow this leads to Anais accidentally striking up a weird friendship not-really-mentorship with Eldain as like... the sketchy uncle who tells you about drugs and how the government is spying on you and shit.

When Iorveth and Roche have Anais' friend over for dinner, they are VERY, very surprised. (but maybe their visiting friend Isengrim is all "yep, he could still get it".)

Eldain has stories to torment Iorveth with now, though, and he definitely takes full advantage.

#anais la valette #isendain #rorveth #iorveth x roche #isengrim x eldain #the witcher #ask #fic planning