#iorveth x eredin

[witch-and-her-witcher]

Anyone ready for my next crackship? Apparently elves recruit with their dicks, idk. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

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#iorveth #eredin #isengrim #iorveth x isengrim #iorveth x eredin #my writing

[kuwdora]

Obedience Training Iorveth/Roche ~1000w warnings for torture, animal abuse, body disfigurement Inspired by @witch-and-her-witcher 's Bald Mountain fic where Eredin asks Iorveth to join the Red Riders and @akilah12902 and @sassaffrassa 's black dog where Roche is a hound of the Wild hunt...I just had to put this one out into the universe. Feel free to pick it up and run with it! Eredin assigns Iorveth a special project.

As Iorveth was about to depart on a mission, he was abruptly summoned by the commander of the Red Riders to meet him at the kennels.

He found Eredin conferring with the kennel master, Saevel, when he arrived. Saevel gave Iorveth a sidelong glance, not bothering to hide his displeasure. Iorveth had been serving Eredin for nearly six years now, and yet in all those victories he’d brought Eredin and his people, he still experienced the prejudices of the Aen Elle with minor and major slights that he’d learned to take in stride.

Saevel shook his head and stepped away, disappearing between the rows of cages.

“I have a project for you,” Eredin said, beckoning Iorveth to follow, and together they followed in Saevel’s footsteps.

“More important than the mission you just pulled me off?” Iorveth asked.

“For now, yes. We find ourselves with an interesting problem. One that could use a different approach,” Eredin said, and there was a hint of thoughtfulness in his voice.

“What kind of problem?” Iorveth asked.

“We have finally captured a hound has been missing for 20 years,” Eredin said.

So that’s why they were in the kennels, but Iorveth didn’t know what that had to do with him.

“Fortunate that you were able to reclaim the beast,” Iorveth said instead. They were well trained, if not brutally so, but they had delivered results that had kept Iorveth and his Aen Elle riders alive more times than he could count. He’d come to rely on and trust as much as he trusted his own skills with the bow.

“Indeed,” Eredin said and gestured at Saevel who was standing in front of the cage they were approaching.

“Wake up,” Saevel sneered at the cage, shoving a large rod between the steel bars. He thumbed a button on the rod, releasing a sharp bolt of lightning. The resulting howl of agony was blood-curdling.

Iorveth pursed his lips. Eredin was watching him with avid interest.

Inside the cage was a black hound, its fur was matted with blood and mud, like it had spent a week in a thunderstorm. A chunk of its left ear was missing, and it trembled from Saevel’s shock. It breathed heavily, holding its gaze steady at Iorveth, saliva dripping raggedly from its maw.

“This hound has spent time in your world, and has picked up—shall we say—too many bad habits. I need you to break him of these habits,” Eredin said coolly.

Iorveth frowned, looking at the animal and then he turned to Eredin. He had made a concerted effort not to question Eredin’s requests over the years, despite his personal misgivings that he had from time to time. Iorveth was doing his duty, participating in this service to the Aen Elle in order to bridge relations between them and his people. Secure strategic relationships for the next asinine d’hoine war tried to decimate the rest of his people. His people would have would have a strong ally to call upon. But there was a strange humor tugging at the corner of Eredin’s mouth that suggested he was waiting for Iorveth to push back.

“I’m not a trainer, surely Saevel would be better suited for this task,” Iorveth said.

Eredin’s smile was sharp and amused. “Ordinarily, yes, but Saevel’s methods have yielded no demonstrable results. This beast was contaminated by dh’oine for too many years.”

Saevel’s lip curled and he shook his head. “I have not given up. If I were given more time I could—”

“You’ve had six months. It’s time for Iorveth to do what you cannot,” Eredin said and Saevel’s eyes burned righteous indignation.

Iorveth looked back at the wretched beast, trying to isolate the pity he would feel for the animal. He needed to do what Eredin requested.

“I can see your uncertainty,” Eredin said, noticing Iorveth’s hesitation. “My confidence in you is not misplaced.” Eredin paused for a beat and looked at Saevel. “Show him.”

Saevel pressed a button near the hilt of his rod and slid it between the bars again. The rod didn’t release a bolt of lighting, but Iorveth could feel the release of magic because his ears popped suddenly in a change of pressure. The hound growled and stumbled to his feet and launched himself at the cage.

He’d never trained a creature like this, and he would have his work cut out for him. Iorveth forced himself to take a step forward, to show Eredin his commitment. He stared down the growling creature.

“No,” the hound said, and repeated word like a snarl.

The hound pushed himself away from the bars and began pacing the cage, repeating no, his body began to change: his spine and limbs elongated, and the fur began retreating across his skin. He was turning into a man.

The man was emaciated, still caked with blood and mud, every knob of his spine showing and was on his hands and knees, facing away from Iorveth.

Iorveth’s eye roamed the expanse of skin, taking in the purpling bruises and open wounds that oozed with infection. On the right shoulder an entire piece of skin had been peeled away, its edges ragged, leaving a hideous knot of tissue behind.

Elsewhere Iorveth assessed the other welts, some raised, some more chunks of skin that looked like they’d been carved out. Iorveth wasn’t sure what he was going to do with a half-dead hound that was also a—

Iorveth’s gaze froze on the left shoulder of the man’s body. He stepped closer to the cage, curling his fingers around the bars, needing a closer look. It couldn’t be.

He strained to see in the dim light, trying to see past the mud and blood, at the scar tissue that covered a tattoo. Of a one-eyed fox.

The constellation of welts and burns suddenly made sense, the array of tattoos. The Temerian crest that had been forcibly removed.

Fuck, Iorveth thought to himself, holding his breath. Vernon Roche.

The bloody dh'oine wasn't a dh'oine after all, but this revelation was secondary to the immediate horror he faced.

“I need you to train him, and ensure his loyalty to us once again,” Eredin said.

Vernon sat on his haunches, and looked over at his shoulder, meeting Iorveth’s eye once again. The tumultuous anger and panic in his face was unlike anything Iorveth had ever seen in him.

Iorveth swallowed, keeping his reeling mind to himself. He felt hot under Eredin’s gaze. He didn’t know how much the commander of the Red Riders knew, but he couldn’t allow Eredin to question his loyalty for a second.

“When can I start?”

also on ao3

#iorveth x roche #iorveth #vernon roche #eredin #my fic #my witcher fic #it was a write and yeet it weekend woowhee and now the brain has melted back into anxiety but please enjoyyyyy this

[missrandomdreamer]

I was trying to find a certain pic today but found these old doodles and sketches instead xD

These are just random doodles ( the top one) of Witcher babies and my oc Shayodur. I made a post at one point of drawing Eredin with Shayodur like the one video of Jenna and Julian with all the Claire's things so I did that here xD

The other pic below it is Shayodur actually dancing though it wasn't complete >< but I love my half orc bard barbarian so much especially shipped with Eredin xD it's complete chaos

#witcher doodles #eredin of wild hunt #iorveth #Vernon Roche #doodles #silly doodles #shayodur oc #eredin x oc #dnd oc #half orc oc #bard barbarian oc

[kingsgoddess]

I WRITE A WITCHER ELVS FANFICTION. TAKE A LOOK IF YOU WANT.

https://my.w.tt/KwJQtwo2g6

#eredin #imlerith #avallac'h #the witcher #caranthir #elves #iorveth #ge’els #fanfic #lemon #smut #the wild hunt #x reader #yn #tir na lia #magic #wattpad #motherofmadness

[killingyouguy7]

Source: Elisabethianna @ DeviantArt

#the witcher #geralt of rivia #Triss Merigold #geralt x triss #philippa eilhart #Keira Metz #sile de tansarville #radovid #saskia #iorveth #yennefer of vengerberg #eredin #johnny

[villainthirst]

rules: choose any three fandoms (in any order) and answer the questions. i was tagged by @bericdondarrion 😚 i tag: @rkyloren, @wildmounts, @denerim, @alayneestone

i choose:

star wars

marvel

the witcher

the first character you loved:

kylo

loki

geralt

the character you never expected to love so much:

obi wan

steve

dandelion

the character you relate to the most:

kylo

tony or loki its a tie (im dramatic ok)

iorveth

the character you’d slap:

snoke

thanos & odin

bonhart

three favorite characters (in order of preference):

kylo, obi wan, anakin

loki, bucky, frank castle

avallac’h, iorveth, yennefer

a character you did not like at first but now do:

hux (i didnt cared)

thor

eredin (i “liked” him but now i love him i hope that counts lmao)

otps:

han x leia

frank x karen

geralt x yennefer

#personal #i love this!! its so hard tho lmao #'in order of preference' or like I LOVE THEM ALL THE SAME AMOUNT DONT DO THIS TO ME!!!! #also idk if i loved obi wan or kylo 'first' i just went with which one i actually fell 'obsessed with 'first' lmao

[witch-and-her-witcher]

A kiss to end sexual tension.

Iorveth /Eredin (a little sequel?)

Lil sequel to bald mountain that might actually get more written at some point if you keep prodding 🤣❤️

Wild Hunt AU (got a little carried away, shock!) Nsfw-ish

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When Isengrim briefed Filivandrel, the sages and the other collected elders, it was decided a liaison officer in the ranks of the Red Riders was a fortuitous offering they couldn't turn down. Relaying the news, the Iron Wolf kept any emotion from his expression, his tone. There was little to be done short of defecting from the cause and Iorveth knew no other identity.

So he went.

For what felt like ages, his presence was unnoticed by all except his immediate chain of command who sought to shape him into a proper Red Rider: as he had been promised, food, gear, training - Iorveth wanted for nothing and saw his body, his skills, his mind molding into that of a fierce warrior that did not have to hide in the shadows.

Nothing beyond typical military hazing occurred. For the most part, Iorveth was ignored by the Alder Folk just as their commander did.

Between routines and additional training he undertook to make up for the disadvantage of his size in comparison and the information he collected and composed for his kin, Iorveth hardly had time to consider his position on the outside of every interaction. He missed the laughing and joking, the jovial celebrations and quiet evenings where he played his flute only for a lover, but when emotion tugged at his heart, Iorveth would delve deeper into his work to submerge his mind, deprive it of the space it needed for melancholy or longing to grow.

It was during one of these sessions, Iorveth's lungs burning and sweat beading down the length of his nose, that a fellow captain found him on the archery training course.

"Commander wants to see you," she said briskly, not looking him in the face.

Iorveth hid his surprise with a simple nod, slung his bow over his back and collected his arrows.

"I'd bathe first before appearing."

The hint of disgust wasn't missed as she pronounced her words in a clipped manner before turning and leaving. Iorveth rolled his eyes. They were convinced when he sweat, it was the weakness of the Hill Folk leaving his body. Simply because their bodies had adapted to a climate controlled world that didn't often require the production of sweat.

Iorveth skirted the edge of the officers bath, pretending it was muscle fatigue sending tremors through his hands as he scrubbed his skin, used unfamiliar floral scented soap on the hair he'd been forced to cut to shoulder length.

Unsure whether the summons required his uniform or not, he went with comfort. Iorveth peeked out at the twilight sky as he shuffled through the halls and considered the humiliation if his gut was incorrect, but he wanted the familiarity of his Hill robes moving against his body.

If others were there and this was a strategic discussion, he would just play dumb liaison and they could give him more mirthless, unblinking looks like the stuck up pricks they were.

"Should I demote you to lieutenant?"

Iorveth shifted his weight uncertainly as the door to Eredin's office closed behind him. He didn't stand at attention, although he probably should.

"You took a very long time to arrive. Punctuality is important, you see."

There was no one else, as Iorveth had expected. Eredin had his top undone casually and was leaned back in his chair behind his desk in the same feigned relaxed posture Iorveth had met him with.

"Have you become a mute again since we last met? It can't be so bad here. I've seen you train: you look good. Don't tell anyone, of course, I can't have favorites. But I would say another month or so and you'll be ready for your first time out."

"Thank you."

He spoke in the Hill dialect, rushing Iorveth all at once with a deep longing for home and memories of that condescending tone on Bald Mountain. He wanted to be anywhere but here, but also to never leave. There was a known element to Eredin, a bridge to his previous life, and Iorveth was feeling his old self reawaken as he stood under the commander's harsh gaze.

"Why have you called on me?"

"I wanted to see you."

"I've been here for ... Months? Years? It's always the same damn season outside, I can hardly tell. You agree to take me from my home, my kin, and then left me to fend for myself, without so much as a word. So why now, what do you want?"

Eredin smiled and it curled Iorveth's insides. "You speak very freely to your commander."

Iorveth crossed his arms over his chest.

"You're very sensitive, but I did know that. Time to acclimate is very important and as I've said, I can't appear to have favorites. It would make your life far more uncomfortable than mine, you must understand that."

The reason was unappealing. Something was welling in Iorveth's throat, something he'd been pushing down for quite some time. His fingers ached for the weight of his bow, the hilts of his double swords, anything where he felt more in control.

Eredin kicked back from his desk and stood. He came around to the front, sitting back against the edge of it while beckoning Iorveth closer. Like a fool, he went. Iorveth knew what would happen, but he couldn't bring himself to fight it. He'd missed any connection for so long and hadn't allowed himself to feel the isolation until now when something more, no matter how miniscule, was being offered.

At first when Eredin kissed him, Iorveth remained stiff. But when he tucked him in closer, felt the well fed muscles beneath his clothing, Iorveth melted. Eredin's lips parted and Iorveth's tongue ran along his teeth, gums, tongue, tasting a recent smoke and splash of clear alcohol with an herbal undertone.

Eredin began to undo his robe, fingers confident as they brushed Iorveth's bare collarbone and slid the fabric away from his shoulders. His touch electrifying as he grazed his spine, dipped lower to his backside.

Careful not to draw blood, Iorveth nibbled at Eredin's bottom lip while the commander was distracted feeling up all of his promises he'd made good on.

"Do you have somewhere more comfortable, or do you intend to have me on this desk like one of your secretaries?"

Eredin clicked his tongue. "Brash. What do you know of my secretaries? Daughters of family friends, you should be ashamed to speak of them so." But he was laughing huskily, caught up in what he'd obviously summoned Iorveth for as his arousal pressed into him. "Where would suit you better?"

This could be his reprieve from the isolation if he let it. Iorveth looked around briefly, then nodded towards a large rug of some animal's fur he didn't recognize.

"There."

"If you're trying to amuse yourself at my expense, you've picked well."

Iorveth buried his knowing smile in the crook of Eredin's neck. He hadn't forgotten the remark on his age.

"I can't bring myself to be too upset. After all, you are here," Eredin leaned down to brush Iorveth's ear with the tip of his nose and then lips as he spoke, "mine."

Never. Iorveth knew it to his core, he would never belong to the commander or his Red Riders. But he could make do, he could serve his time and his people with some pleasure, so Iorveth caught Eredin's lips with his own so he didn't have to figure out a way to respond without the venom he felt towards the sentiment.

He led the commander to the rug as his mind echoed "I will never be yours."

#kira how dare you remind me how much i love this AU #wild hunt au #iorveth #eredin #iorveth x eredin #witcher fan fic #my writing

[witch-and-her-witcher]

Iorveth/Isengrim and Eredin/Caranthir for ship bingo <3

Oh, my favorite war criminal elves this side of the spiral. ❤️

They are featured on prime time blorbos rotations. Iorveth was obviously modeled after Isengrim by CDPR, but that makes it all the more interesting to consider what would make them different. Y'all better be ready for more content for them once I get through a few other projects! The Vrihedd time frame alone is deliciously intriguing then you add in Isengrim peacing out ... So much depth, so many potential emotions!

Now, as for my fav war criminal elf on the OTHER side of the spiral and his bestest navigator:

It's not going to be healthy by any means, but depending on the angle a person was to take on each of their characterizations, soooo much potential. Personally love some dark, angsty elves, but would be interested in other takes as well!

#ship opinion bingo #kira #thank you!!! #iorveth x isengrim #eredin x caranthir

[witch-and-her-witcher]

When The Gardens of Tir ná Lia (Ciri/Eredin) AND The Butterfly Jar (Iorveth/Roche) are updated on the same day - as has so gloriously aligned twice now - I spend the day rolling around in their beautiful prose and psychological pain.

If you appreciate worldbuilding, dark themes, and putting characters through it, check out these fics!

#always ready to hurt again for these fics #so so good #witcher fan fic rec #ciri x eredin #iorveth x roche

[ilonavic]

Works in progress

My gurl you tagged me to remind me of all the stuff I said I would do, but STILL hasn’t done... @vaporeox *crying in stress* 

Do This: List all the things you’re currently working on in as much or as little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they’re working on. This can be writing, arts, gifsets, whatever.

FIND A FREAKING JOB SORRY FOR SCREAMING BUT ITS STRESSFUL

Do Ciredin gifsets for Anon

Finish my 2nd Witcher Crack Vid 

Finish my 2nd “Caranthir & Angry Grandpa Avallac’h adventures”

Finish my Witcher nsfw vid (cos I kinda wanna give @cirillach a heart attack) 

Finish my letters to Marcy & Kate ♥

Send my packages to Marcy & Lara (haha im broke) 

Send a package full of cow-themed candy/stuff to Fran

Have coffee with a new friend I met recently as I promised

... Have another coffee with my best friend as I also promised

Buy a birthday gift for my friend’s brother’s b-day party

Do the kiss-scene Gellac’h gifs for Ali 

Do the Imlerith gif for Sara 

... Also do the Redelion gifs for Fran

... Also, the Iorveth x Geralt gifs for Marcy

When all this is done I’d like to finally finish my Eredin fanfic :’) 

I need to stop saying I’ll do everything for everyone 😭😭😭  When I have too many requests I just end up doing nothing 😩  (but i wanna give you the gifs to you the games couldn’t give) 

I’m tagging : @lithialetheia @ferelden-doglord @lunedin @vattgherncirilla @whitenerine @holy-squirrel-of-death @dandelionandbuttercup @bryd-one-brere @cirillach @queenofkadaara @the-night-mother @shadanakara @silnaniewinna @vernon-roche @aledbr and everyone else who wants to!

#tag #i'm sorry for being so slow with the requests... #really really am