#roveth

[sassaffrassa]

just gonna sit here and write this filthy hate sex roche/iorveth fic in peace and quiet, sipping my tea dn eating an ice cream sandwich and having a blast making them fuck nasty on the forest floor and not worry about anyone else

#roveth #iorveth #vernon roche

[dravenxivuk]

Alright Roveth gremlins, what do you think? Is this better than the previous set? If/when I make more should Vernon be in or out of his armour?

#iorveth #vernon roche #iorveth/roche #roveth #iornen #witcher 3 #modded game #modding for gremlin purposes

[akilah12902]

katakans love shiny trinkets and dragons are said to hoard gold, between Saskia and Roche, how much jewellery has Iorveth been gifted? is there a piece he treasures/likes to wear most?

🤩 Anon you have no idea how excited I am about this ask.

I think Saskia is a little unusual, dragon-wise, in that she considers her hoard to mostly be people. I think she collects treasure/trinkets, but she's just as happy giving it away again to Her People. I think she's given Iorveth a lot of things, including pieces that he'll be able to use to get by if he ever feels like he has to run again, and I think those are the ones that mean the most to him.

Roche I think has a much more personal connection to his shiny things, especially the ones that were gifted to him in the first place— but I also think that since he values his jewelry as it is so much he thinks long and hard about what Iorveth may want to wear, for his own pleasure and decoration, and he has given Iorveth some elaborate earrings that Iorveth maybe is starting to feel safe enough to wear just because. After all, Roche certainly isn't going to grab for them in a fight now...

#katakan!roche #vernon roche #iorveth #saskia #roveth #sasveth #witcher #the witcher #this is a first thoughts post #i may in fact change my mind about things later! #we shall SEE #other thoughts welcome #asks answered

[definitely-not-iorveth]

Eastern European Wedding Pictures (TikTok), featuring the Witcher, part 1 (part 2)

#WHAT HAVE I DONE #witcher crack #rorveth #roveth #ioroche #geregis #regalt #geraskefer #the witcher #the witcher 2: assassins of kings #the witcher 1 #the witcher 3: wild hunt #the witcher 3: blood and wine #tw2 #tw3 #tw1 #netflix witcher #netflix the witcher #my nonsense #the ones with iorveth and roche were made by ves

[between-thepages]

WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by @gleamingsilence, thank you <3

A while ago I wrote an introduction for the Iorveth/Roche part of my Modern AU, and while it is far from finished, I quite like this part, so I'm sharing it here:

Ciaran does his best to close the apartment door quietly behind him so he won’t wake Iorveth, but it turns out to be unnecessary. Iorveth is still awake, sitting at the small kitchen table, glass in hand and a bottle of cordial in front of him. For a moment, Ciaran is worried, but then he notices that the bottle is still mostly full. They have lived together long enough for him to be used to Iorveth’s bouts of insomnia, but they usually happen at specific times, and Blathe usually isn’t one of them. “You came home alone”, Iorveth observes. “Dianach still works night shifts. I’ll take a drink as well.” Iorveth isn’t wearing his headscarf, so Ciaran can actually see him raising his eyebrows, but he doesn’t ask more questions and instead fills a second glass. Iorveth watches him drink but barely nips at his own glass, instead continuing to move it from one hand to the other. Ciaran tolerates his fidgeting for a while, but when Iorveth almost spills the cordial, he has had enough. “Will you tell me what’s up?” Iorveth stops the fidgeting and takes a long sip, but he doesn’t answer, and his green eye pointedly avoids looking at Ciaran directly. Ciaran waits a moment longer for Iorveth’s answer and sighs when it still doesn’t come. “I’m going to bed.” He moves to get up, but Iorveth grabs his wrist, making him stay put. “I may have slept with Roche a few times.”

tagging @definitely-not-iorveth, @vossn, @kiriele and @gabetheunknown, no pressure <3

#my writing #iorveth/roche #iorveth x roche #roveth #ciaran aep easnillien #tag game

[bomberqueen17]

listen

listen here is some porn to get you through

it’s by two of the people who have participated in / beta read for the Peace-Tied series, it’s compatible characterization-wise, it’s just not compatible with the events as I wrote them, so i mean, what is not to love. it is an extremely porny but still plotty First Time fic of Roche/Iorveth literally enemies-to-lovers speedrunning via bondage, it is extremely iddy, and it’s also beautiful.

 With that, he reached up, pushing his fingers into Roche’s hair. Roche had a moment of intense, confused memory, in which, for a split second, he could almost believe it was Foltest touching him this way again, and then another split second of terror that Iorveth would tear his hair out by the roots. Then  all of that was swept away when Iorveth closed his grip and pulled, hard, but  just the right kind of hard.

 The pleasure that had already grown so big bloomed. Its tendrils spiraled down from Roche’s scalp to all the deep places where Iorveth had made a space for himself, and the feeling of it was so huge and complete that the rest of Roche’s body simply disappeared. He was aware, in the timeless, careless way where everything else was unimportant except for what Iorveth was doing, that he was making a lot of noise. But all that mattered right then was that Iorveth kept up that delicious pull while he pushed right up into Roche where it felt so, so good— and Iorveth just kept right on, so that the moment stretched out sweet and bright like flowers reaching up toward the sun.

#fic rec #roveth #the witcher #read this #run don't walk #meet death sitting

[alduinsgf]

need to make everyone aware of this tiktok

#iorveth #vernon roche #the witcher 2 #witcher2 #roveth #iorveth x roche

[melekinh]

pretending to write notes on drains at work but i’m actually writing forlorn love letters from the POV of my oc (that his love interest will never read)

#harker rambles #they’re not like. dead or anything #he would just be colossally embarrassed if they did #oc: roveth

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Well, I'm sorry that my content with Roche/Ciri was not as beautiful as your holy Roveth

Yes, you should be.

Now go away and stop making your daddy kink other people's problem. I'm not interested.

#what a fucking melt 🤣

[tumbleweedtech]

I have a Roveth fic request! I would like two old men sitting in elven ruins talking about lost chances and lost family, drinking. Sex is optional.

You just want more in my Time is a Dangerous Enemy verse, don't you? Old grumpy men, getting old and older together. I can do that. Essea Eates is one of my favourite fics, I'll give em a reread and see what those two old codgers are talking about. Much love, my friend. xo

#min talks #fuck haters write more fic

[sassaffrassa]

insisting that i can write things longer than drabbles, untitled Western pwp is now titled:

“You know, for such a short-lived people, one would think you'd’ve learned to fear death,” the bandit says, depositing Roche carelessly on the ground. Roche staggers, uncommonly graceless, head still ringing from the Nilf’s blow. He feels bruised all over from the fall too, ribs creaking when he breathes too deep.

“For such a– a bloody— old people, you’d think you’d’ve learned how gravity works,” he says, putting a hand on his head, where he can feel sticky blood matting his hair. It's not the worst he’s ever had, but it’ll be a bitch to clean out. He hisses when he finds the raised welt just above his ear. “Fuckin’. Two-faced Nilf bastards.”

He doesn't know where they are. Somewhere between Maribor and Sodden, where the desert turns to canyons, and the bandit has dropped them off in a hollow crevice between the rocky outcroppings

“I just saved your life,” the bandit says. Roche can hear him rolling his eyes. “Stop touching that and sit down.”

He’d tied up his horse and put spark to a fire while Roche wasn't paying attention, small and low, to fight off the dropping desert temperatures. Roche is leery of starting a fire in the wilds, given the possibility of roving bandits, but actually— well the roving bandits are already here, aren't they. Besides, given the cavern walls rising on either side of them, it's unlikely that anyone might spot the light and come looking for them.

“You,” Roche says, refusing to sit, “threw me off a bloody train, that's what you did.”

You say you're afraid, tell me not to frown Play a song, you dance around Yippee yo ki yay, we'd hit the ground Still tumblin' down

#the witcher #iorveth #vernon roche #spaghetti witchers #western au #roveth #iorveth x roche #my writing

[dravenxivuk]

#iorveth #vernon roche #roveth #iornon #modding for gremlin purposes #witcher 3 #modded game

[akilah12902]

Lipgloss

Day 24: Lipgloss (Roveth, rated G)

Ves elbowed Roche in the side, hard enough that he grunted.

“Is Iorveth wearing makeup?” she hissed.

Roche glanced at the corner of the room he’d been avoiding looking at, having been told not to start a fight tonight. It wasn’t obvious whether or not Iorveth was— his eyelashes were ridiculous, so the way they seemed even fuller and darker could be a trick of the light—

Roche’s thoughts came to a screeching halt as he saw Iorveth’s mouth glimmer in the lamplight. That. That was definitely makeup. Just a hint of a shine on Iorveth’s bow lips. Roche swallowed.

#sucktember2022 #Roveth #Witcher #Vernon Roche #Iorveth #The Witcher #sucktember #my fic #my writing

[definitely-not-iorveth]

Sweet Song of Freedom

They had been settling some border dispute with The Free Pontar Valley State, Scoia’Tael had been involved, and Nilfgaard had been inclined to settle it in their favour. And Vernon, well, Vernon had had enough. (In his defense, he hadn’t expected his demand would be met. After all, Iorveth was a pivotal character in securing the Pontar Valley’s freedom. They wouldn’t just hand over their hero so easily, would they? Apparently, they would.) or, Roche accidentally takes Iorveth as a prisoner of war and has a crisis of conscience. Iorveth suffers and ponders the concept of freedom. Both re-examine their priorities.

Iorveth continues to lay very still as the sounds of battle begin to die down around him, hoping that this is just an accident and the Redanians will simply ignore him, but that hope dies very quickly when he hears approaching footsteps that stop in front of the cage. Something metallic clinks against the bars.

“You can stop pretending now, Iorveth.” Says a cool voice. “We’ve been watching since they made camp, I know you’re not dead.” 

There’s something familiar about that voice, and the way she pronounces his name—like it’s a foul, disgusting thing—makes him certain there’s some personal history here. Very slowly, he pulls himself into a sitting position to look into the eyes of a smirking, dark-haired human woman leaning against the bars. Her eyes are a winter blue, as cold as her gaze. She has a burn scar that starts at the cheek, goes down her neck and disappears under her armour. 

He’s seen her before, he’s sure of it.

Not that he cares much to remember where.

(chapter 1) (chapter 2) (chapter 3)

#my writing #rorveth #roveth #ioroche #the witcher #tw2

[hehearse]

commission for Anoke for their fic there is no sign of land <33 

#roveth #roche/iorveth #the witcher #vernon roche #iorveth #implied nudity #tw: scars #my art

[bomberqueen17]

CHAPTER UPDATE finally

Listen last week was nuts and then I was hung up on needing a little bit of Hen Llinge for this chapter and we don’t need to discuss how many days it took me to finally just fucking ask for help on that but anyway

CHAPTER FOUR of Under The Table, ON AO3

it’s a long chapter, to kind of make up for the delay and also because i’ll be fucked if i could figure out where to split it. the only pause is directly in the middle and then the two halves are too short. so. enjoy 7800 words, which mostly seems very fluffy until there’s some good old-fashioned ultra-violence.

The snowball fight is even thematically-relevant, as it’s just pissing down snow out there at the moment, ha.

two excerpts for you:

1) “Victory,” Iorveth crowed, and Anäis leapt up and down in triumph. “Victory, another crushing defeat for Vernon Roche!”

“No fair,” Roche said, “why am I all on my own?”

The elf’s thighs, thick and powerful in quilted trousers, bracketed his chest; Iorveth was always larger and heavier than Roche remembered. And of course, quite good at wrestling. He had Roche’s arms pinned under his knees. How had he managed that?

“You need to secure your allies before you dive in,” Iorveth said, delighted. This was the sort of thing he would normally say with a sneer, but he was clearly having too much fun to bother being supercilious. He was flushed and slightly out of breath, and his weight was poised such that while Roche could possibly lever his legs against the ground, he wouldn’t be able to unseat Iorveth easily enough for it to matter.

“Avenge me, Anäis,” Roche cried weakly. Anäis looked down at him, and her expression slid into sly delight. Roche schooled his features into a scowl up at Iorveth, and in a moment Anäis leapt up with a handful of snow and stuffed it down the back of Iorveth’s coat. 

2) “Hey, I’ve got a question,” Ves said. She pointed, ill-mannered, at Faengil. “If you lot age so slowly, when do you stop growing?”

“Oh,” Iorveth said, “we don’t. We get very slowly larger, endlessly. It slows down year by year, to the point that it’s nearly imperceptible, but. That’s why I’m so tall. In another hundred years I’ll be fully seven feet tall.”

“Bullshit,” Ves said, but it was clear she didn’t know for sure whether he were lying.

#my writing #fic update #meet death sitting #roveth #the witcher #witcher 2