#ch: iorveth

[definitely-not-iorveth]

Sweet Song of Freedom, ch 5

Roche exhales at that. His eyes bore into Iorveth’s face for a few more heartbeats—but then he gives in, extending his forearm like a peace offering. He’s still frowning, but his expression seems more uncertain than angry now. “Why do you care so much?” He grunts. Iorveth gives him a sharp look. Isn’t it obvious? “If you die now, I will follow swiftly.” Something like disappointment flickers in Roche’s eyes, and then the dh’oine turns his gaze away. Iorveth doesn’t dwell on it.

(chapter 1) (chapter 2) (chapter 3) (chapter 4) (chapter 5)

[kingsroad]

favorite 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 characters + 𝒈𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕.

❝ At least you now know I don't easily lose my head. ❞

[galedekarios]

“We are the drops of rain that together make a ferocious storm.”

[bomberqueen17]

reply-replies on ch 7

snipertrifle replied to your post fic update: growing out ch 7

Re:punchlines - one of the things I really like in your fic is how “messy” and organic everything feels. It feels much more like moments in a world than events in a story

ha, yeah, that’s the asthetic I’m going for!! A lot of works of fiction have this very like..... ship in a bottle sort of feeling. I’m thinking like-- Norman Rockwell paintings, right? The ones with crowd scenes? Every single person in the image is reacting to the central event of the painting, everyone is raptly interested in whatever minor drama is unfolding, there is never anyone just passing by or anyone who hasn’t noticed what’s happening yet or anyone just incidental to the composition, every single person in the frame is raptly invested in whatever thing is going on. And I get it, that’s good visual storytelling, but it always annoyed the shit out of me because while his images were extremely realistic, that’s just not ever how the world works. In a crowd scene of 20 people witnessing a boy asking a girl out I can see like five of them being like “aw that’s cute”, sure, but like, most of them would either be like “ew that was such an awkward phase of my life I feel for these kids and it’s gonna be a disaster anyway” or, like, “if I cross the street rn am i gonna get hit by a car” or something. Having twenty people all staring raptly at the young couple in vaguely supportive ways is just sort of bizarre-looking actually.

And I just really like telling stories where not everyone is privy to the Main Protagonist’s Innermost Thoughts and so isn’t totally up on what’s going on and isn’t necessarily on the same page, because they’ve got their own shit. It’s not really possible to tell a story like that in any kind of detail, so it’s mostly just alluding to ongoing offscreen stuff, but I just-- that’s what I find satisfying. And it’s probably why I wind up telling 300k-word stories all the time, LOL.

msilverstar replied to your post fic update: growing out ch 7

Excellent chapter, both Ves being comforting and Roche being melodramatic, I just realized it's like the books he loves

oh gosh yes it IS like those books, sort of.

Well I mean-- think about poor Vernon’s life. He’s grown up kicking around various brothels etc., which is not going to give him much of a great outlook on the concept of romantic/sexual love. He gets as far as his teenage experimentation phase, never really having experienced attraction, and then falls into the orbit of the fucking King, who takes a shine to him and proceeds to have a very bizarre but very sincere love affair with him and sure he means well but there’s literally no ethical and healthy way for an emotionally-stunted ruler of a nation to have any kind of relationship with a teenaged subject of literally zero standing. I explore this a bit with Saskia, that Iorveth is literally worshipping her as a god and yet they’re also fucking; she’s clearly got to be careful about how it works, and also has gone to some lengths to make sure he has other supports in his life. Foltest never really managed that, or even knew he ought to. And the fucking king cheats on him, too, hammering home that Vernon could never really be enough on his own, could never be acknowledged-- how is that, as a huge basis for your relationship? gotta do a number on you-- and then the king fucking dies.

So Vernon has had like. Absolutely no normal romantic interactions in his entire life to date. Nothing he has done has been in any way normal. And he’s spent his whole life reading these lurid novels, and actually some of what he has experienced is probably closer to those novels than most people’s real life.

So i’m just saying, like-- if there’s anyone in the world who has no fucking clue how to behave, it’s Vernon fucking Roche. So I could see how, for him, climbing a castle wall to spy on a love interest is a perfectly reasonable and valid thing to do. I had originally come up with the idea of him climbing the wall just to be sort of cracky, but then I concepted it out a little bit and was like wait, he actually would do that though, and so we have this delightful little treat. 

I invite you to contemplate whether anyone else might have also climbed this tower.

[essskel]

The Give Away - Ch 3: The Maid of Honor

chapter 3 is out!!! Roche and Iorveth, as told by Triss the baker

[bard-llama]

Omg can we please hear more about How to Fluster an Elf chapter 5?? Whatever you want to share! That story is my absolute fave, friend!! All your writing is wonderful, but I positively adore that story :))))

Awww, thank you so much!! That one has a special place in my heart, because it was SUPPOSED to be a light hearted "Roche tries to fluster Iorveth for a bet" fic and then my grief hit and gave it an extra dimension.

So there's probably gonna be around 8ish chapters? By which I mean, my outline as no idea where the chapter breaks happen lol. It also did not account for like... 80% of the story re: grief and tattoos and everything, so... subject to change lol. But Chapter 5 will be the chapter where we finally DO fluster Iorveth! Except Roche did it without thinking and then he's embarrassed about it and hides and Iorveth has to be all ???? bro wtf???

So Chapter 5 is Day 4 of this 7 day celebration. They get together somehow on Day 5 (so... maybe Ch 6?), and then we have 2 days to enjoy all the luxuries that being an honored guest of the Empress gets you. There will also definitely be dancing at some point, but it might not be good lmao. I'm thinking salsa XD

You know, I think I'm gonna go reread this fic and see if I can work on it at all! So thank you for asking!

[witcher-ot3]

Iorveth/Roche Porn WiPs

So, I noticed that 12/30 of my published Iorveth/Roche fics are Explicit, and frankly, that number should be at least half. Then I remembered all the poor WiPs on which I’m stuck in the middle of porn and felt like listing them. These are the ones where I am, quite literally, in the middle of the sex.

Glory hole fic aka Roche finds a way to explore his curiosity about elves. And gains a reputation that even the head of the Scoia’tael needs to check out.

Tittyfucking fic aka Iorveth has a thing for Roche’s chest

Pining and Poignards aka the fic with stabbing and thirsting. Literally, at the moment, as Iorveth is accidentally spying on Roche having a looooong session with himself.

Every Kiss Begins With Kayran aka the Kayran/Iorveth/Roche fic lmao. In which Roche accidentally finds Iorveth during his monthly fuckdate with the Kayran. Rn Iorveth has Roche bound in tentacles and held at check level and there’s definitely gonna be some cock worship coming.

Don’t Cry for Me, Temeria fics

Earning Your Stripes first time fic. Rn Fenn is getting his face fucked by Ves while Finch fucks him. Roche is petting PT and Thirteen’s hair while watching. 

break (v /brāk/): to destroy someone's resistance aka the torture with pleasure cnc fic. Rn Iorveth has finally gotten some cock and Roche has finally broken Iorveth down to the point where he’s following instructions.

Dragonfucking aka threesome with Saskia. Rn Roche is watching Iorveth get eaten out by a dragon. Then he’s gonna discover that elves are perfect for a dragon’s two cocks.

Come inflation + piss play aka the “let’s fill Iorveth as much as we can” fic. I mostly just don’t know where to end it??? I think Roche might fuck Iorveth again?

Baby Mama aka the egg fic. Rn Iorveth is giving his eggs to Roche and Roche is really enjoying it.

Love Shack fics

Better Part of Valor ch 2 aka praise kink sex with Iorveth claiming Roche.

PWP Ovi fic aka uh... I literally just wanted to write ovi for the first time. That was like months ago and now it’s expanded a good amount. Rn Roche has challenged Iorveth that he can take all the eggs Iorveth can give him.

Piss fic aka Roche comes when Iorveth pisses on his crotch. I... have no idea where I’m going with this. Rn Iorveth is getting hard again.

Cum dumpster Roche aka I just wanna ruin him, okay? This is more fragments of paragraphs than a fic, but uh... Roche as "tribute” at a peace conference with elves?

Tentacles + Breeding. This is actually getting close to finished, so I need to come up with a title, but uh... tw dubcon a vine plant needs to reproduce, so it stuffs Roche full of eggs and then he begs Iorveth to fertilize him. We are currently in the “fertilizing” stage.

Pleasure Slave Dream aka Roche really wants to be full, all right? He dreams of being the pet toy of an Iorveth who sits on a throne, because why not? Rn he’s warming Iorveth’s cock as Iorveth shows him off in front of court and milks his trapped cock.

Iorveth Gangbang aka Welcome to the Stripes. Roche directs the Stripes to take Iorveth apart. Rn he’s at the last stage of all the Stripes using him before Roche steps in and claims him properly.

Age Kink fic that has really turned into a painplay fic. Iorveth and Roche are both captured and imprisoned somewhere. When Roche wakes up with a leg cramp, Iorveth massages him... and then handjobs and blowjobs happen lol. Rn we gotta move into the handjob.

Devour What’s Truly Yours fics

Part 2 of the series aka Fisting fic. Rn Iorveth needs to tonguefuck Roche

“Human Bootlicker” aka where Roche licks his own mess from Iorveth’s boots. First Roche has gotta come while he gets his face fucked tho.

Accidental Proposal aka the Elven Baths fic. In which Roche gives Iorveth a rose of remembrance when Iorveth takes him to the ruins for a bath. Rn Iorveth is trying to enthusiastically show his appreciation and Roche needs to get him out of his wet clothes.

Identity Porn fic aka the fic where they have a meet cute in Flotsam just as the Scoia’tael is forming and neither knows the other is an enemy yet. Rn they’ve just gone to Roche’s inn room

And, not Iorveth/Roche, but I started a lil Triss/Geralt/Roche/Ves - or more Geralt/Roche and Ves/Triss fic?? Based on Geralt saying “want me to sit in your lap” to Roche within like 5 seconds of officially meeting him.

Idk if anyone actually read this, but idk, I like listing things out sometimes. So yeah, this is some of what you’ve got to look forward to on the porny front.

[bomberqueen17]

fic update: Growing Out ch. 4

This is a real chonker of a chapter but it wasn’t convenient to subdivide.

Yeah, Iorveth has the flu. Guess what’s now a recurring theme in my works? Yeah, local governments responding proactively and compassionately to looming public health crises. Weird theme, don’t know why that’s a thing.

Most excitingly, we get to meet Caerulia Fitzhugh in this chapter, of whom I am enormously over-fond. Getting on that Dracula zeitgeist by sheer coincidence.

chapter 4, on AO3

Yennefer had to respect a woman of style. Caerulia Fitzhugh, Vergen’s best herbalist, glided into the great hall with her floor-length skirt so undisturbed by her feet that it looked as though she were not touching the ground. She swooped in, her long cloak flying around her, and swished to a halt before Saskia, the trailing edges of her very long sleeves swirling around her as she, with great slow dignity, carefully took down the hood of her cloak. Jewels glittered on her hands, heavily-ringed, and her long filed claw-like nails gleamed bright red with thick lacquer.

She was stunning, her hair in black ringlets caught up with jeweled pins to frame her face and then fall down her shoulders and back. Her skin was dark brown, and her great dark eyes were outlined in delicate lines of stark white, with decorative little dots and flourishes picked out in perfect symmetry around them, and her lips were painted in a high gloss of bright red. Her clothing was all dark colors, lace and velvet, trailing edges and dramatic falls, with occasional bright red details coordinating with her nails and lips.

This was an entrance, and Yennefer admired her a bit warily. She knew, as a woman who liked to make an entrance herself sometimes, that this could indicate any number of things for any future relationship, and she would like to befriend such a creature but sometimes such advances were not welcomed. Sometimes they took her for competition, and did not want to collaborate. It took delicate handling.

[bomberqueen17]

fic update: Peace-Tied ch 2

It’s a shitty Monday and I don’t want to be doing what I’m doing (which I am doing, though, don’t get me wrong, I’m multi-tasking) so I thought you know what, we get a bonus update. Since the Roche/Iorveth thing is out of order, I’ll throw another chapter in to kind of catch us up a little ways.

Chapter 2 of Peace-Tied, on AO3: in which Roche finds out that the tattoo goes down farther than he thought.

(Bonus, for the alert: we meet a new character who will become significant!)

“You understand how fragile the political situation is,” Roche said.

“I certainly do,” Iorveth said, stalking away from the door and toward Roche. “Take off the stupid hat, Roche.”

Roche froze. “What,” he said.

Iorveth gestured with the knife. “Take off the hat.”

“No,” Roche said, drawing himself up.

Iorveth came closer and gestured again with the knife. “Take it off or I will.”

“No.” So much for being an adult about this, but Roche would rather die.

[bomberqueen17]

fic update: peace-tied ch 3

i spent all fucking day running around trying in vain to find time to post this and then i got like, trapped in footnote hell because i realized it doesn’t make any sense unless i explain, so anyway, i made it, finally.

chapter 3, on AO3

it’s Iorveth’s POV and it’s every bit as Dramatic as you’d assume.

Iorveth the Thrice-Betrayed had a kind of a ring to it. There was no easy poetic way to convey a fourth betrayal. It would just be pathetic.

He’d made the joke to Saskia, but it wasn’t really a joke.

[bard-llama]

WiP Wednesday: Love Shack Snippet (Iorveth/Roche)

This snippet is part of the 2nd fic in the Love Shack ‘verse (which I just counted and I have WiPs for 11 parts total 🙃). This is actually from the 2nd chapter of the 2nd fic, which will include their first time (ch 1) and the first time Iorveth removes his bandana (ch 2).

Love Shack context: Essentially, this was an excuse for me to write porn without build up, and somehow it exploded. But the premise is that Roche inadvertently propositioned Iorveth, and Iorveth actually decided to accept. The name is because they do eventually take over an old hunter’s cabin as their love shack lmao.

“Well, well, if it it isn’t the great Vernon Roche,” Iorveth announced his presence dramatically, and Roche usually enjoyed that, enjoyed the way that Iorveth said his name as if he was something incredible and grand. 

But he couldn’t pretend that, not after the day he’d had.

“Don’t,” Roche bit out through clinched teeth. “Not today. I don’t – I don’t want to be me.” He dragged a hand over his face, suddenly exhausted. “Let me be someone else. Anyone else.”

“No,” Iorveth refused, drawing close into his space. “Because who you are is the one commander I haven’t defeated.” Iorveth’s fingers wrapped around his wrist, drawing his hand away from his face with a bruising grip. “Who you are, Vernon Roche,” Iorveth hissed in his ear, “is mine. My enemy, my nemesis, my lover.”

Roche’s mouth twitched at hearing that term in the elf’s possessive voice and he found himself leaning into Iorveth’s grip, his shoulders already loosening. 

“Not exactly something to brag about, in my circles.” He shrugged, softening the blow with half a smile. It was true – any of the nobility who learned of Roche’s proclivities would destroy him. But that didn’t mean Iorveth wasn’t something worth bragging about.

Not that Roche wanted to brag about this strange arrangement they had. But Iorveth deserved respect, as his enemy. He was a good enemy – the only leader of the Scoia’tael who had evaded Roche’s grasp. Roche hated Iorveth’s tactics, but he had to admit that Iorveth was skilled at what he did. It was just a shame that what he did was commit terrorism to try to force Foltest into submitting to the Scoia’tael’s demands.

It would never happen. Roche knew Foltest well enough to know that.

Nonetheless, Iorveth was a talented commander of troops and a skilled swordsman and archer, even though Roche couldn’t understand how when he was missing an eye. And, Roche hated to admit, Iorveth was gentle. In a way he hadn’t expected or been prepared for.

Well, gentle was probably the wrong word for anyone who didn’t casually cross swords with Iorveth on the regular. But by this point, they’d made an art of attempting to kill each other by day and meeting in secret by night.

It was weird. Good. But weird.

Iorveth grabbed his chin tightly and forced him to look up at that scarred face. Iorveth always kept his bandana on when they did this, and part of Roche felt that was rather a shame. He came here so that he had somewhere he could shed all of his masks. It was unfortunate that Iorveth didn’t do the same.

Roche let himself be overpowered, let himself be moved wherever Iorveth wanted until he was sitting in a ragged armchair in the cabin’s living area. Iorveth climbed up after him, straddling his lap and cupping his face in both hands.

“You, Vernon Roche, are the only dh’oine who has ever confounded me so. The only dh’oine I would ever touch like this. So no, you don’t get to be anyone else with me.”

Feeling slighting dazed, Roche took a breath to respond, but before he could speak, Iorveth ripped his chaperone off and tilted his head to the side. Next thing he knew, teeth were sinking into his neck, making him jerk and gasp. There was a spot just above the carotid artery on his neck that drove him crazy with every bit of stimulation and Iorveth took full advantage of that.

[bard-llama]

Geralt Fluff Week Day 4: Cuddling/Hugs

Title: Soft Words and Kind Hearts Ch 4 Format: Fic Word Count: 986 Day/Prompt: For @geraltfluffweek​​ Day 4: Cuddling/Hugs Characters/Pairings: Geralt gets to cuddle with: Iorveth + Roche, Regis + Dettlaff, Wolf Witchers + Jaskier, and Yennefer + Ciri. Summary: Snippets of Geralt cuddling with his family and friends Notes: Gwynbleidd means White Wolf in Elder Speech

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Iorveth + Roche

The battle had raged for hours and now, finally, the field began to fall silent. Soon, the daunting task of clearing the battlefield and giving the fallen soldiers proper send offs would begin, but for now, all was quiet. It was as if the whole world was taking a breather, giving Geralt a chance to do likewise.

Geralt pulled himself towards the infirmary camp that had been set up by both sides in the battle and was about to slump against the first free space of wall he could find when he heard a rough voice call him over.

“Gwynbleidd,” said a brash elven voice and Geralt turned to see Iorveth leaning against the adjacent wall. Next to him, clearly half asleep, Vernon Roche sat with his shoulder pressed against Iorveth’s. They both looked battered and bruised, but Geralt was just relieved to see them in one piece.

“Don’t you two hate each other?” He asked, lumbering over to them.

“Mmm,” Iorveth hummed and yawned widely.

“I’ll kill him later,” Roche mumbled from where his head was tucked into his chest. It didn’t look terribly comfortable to Geralt, but the Temerian soldier seemed content.

“Rest with us,” Iorveth held out the arm that wasn’t pressed against Roche in invitation.

Geralt nodded gratefully, and finally getting off of his feet was such a relief that he found himself bodily leaning into Iorveth, well inside the elf’s personal space. Iorveth didn’t seem to mind, though, just wrapped his arm around Geralt and tugged him closer.

Pressed together like that, the three of them rested in a brief moment of peace from war and politics and elves versus humans.

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Regis + Detlaff

It was a beautiful spring day, the sun shining over Corvo Bianco and the rich smell of grapes permeating the air, and Geralt felt lazy. It was a new feeling, indulging in laziness, but Regis had been encouraging him since his semi-retirement to let himself just be.

It was difficult, sometimes, but right now, sitting on the plushest couch he’d ever encountered with Regis pressed all along his side, head on his shoulder, Geralt felt content.

So of course, that was the moment Dettlaff appeared behind the couch, his head hovering unexpectedly close to Geralt’s.

“Busy?” Dettlaff asked, but didn’t wait for a response before turning to smoke and creeping into the gaps between Geralt and Regis. Then, he reassumed his form, pressed tightly in between the two of them.

Regis laughed. “You could have asked, my dear.”

Geralt just grumbled and shifted back on the couch so that Dettlaff’s elbow could stop digging into his kidney. Then he wrapped his arm around Dettlaff to reach over and stroke Regis’s hair. Dettlaff relaxed into him, and Geralt let his head dip down to rest against the crown of Dettlaff’s head.

Today was a day for rest and laziness, and he intended to make the most of it.

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Wolf Witchers + Jaskier

Winters in Kaer Morhen were bitterly, bitingly cold. They worked hard to maintain the old keep, but the crumbling stone walls did absolutely nothing to keep the winter wind from seeping through.

That was how the sleeping arrangement started. It was far too chilly for any of them to sleep in their rooms, not in the depths of winter. So they’d chosen an inner room with a massive fireplace and set up their cushions and blankets there, where the heat of the fire could keep them warm and toasty.

Geralt explained this to Jaskier as he led the bard into the sleeping room. As a human, Jaskier was the most fragile amongst them, so Geralt offered him the center, where it was warmest.

“So I get to cuddle with all of you big strong witchers all winter, huh? Sounds like paradise,” Jaskier grinned.

“Don’t be so sure,” Vesemir said, covering his mouth for a yawn. “Lambert kicks.”

“Yeah well, Eskel snores,” Lambert retorted, flopping onto the cushions next to Jaskier.

Geralt shook his head and ignored his brothers’ sniping, crawling up on the other side of Jaskier and curling around him. Here in Kaer Morhen, surrounded by his brethren and his bard, Geralt fell asleep feeling safe and warm.

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Yennefer + Ciri

Geralt did not at all panic when Yennefer fell sick. It was just a minor cold, she insisted, but Geralt hadn’t previously known mages could get sick, so he felt justified in sitting at her bedside.

Yennefer threw a pillow at him. “Stop looking so worried. You’re going to scare Ciri.”

“Am not,” Geralt mumbled, shifting his gaze from Yennefer to the floor, shoulders still knotted with tension.

Ciri opened the door at that moment and cut off Yennefer’s response. Judging from the scathing look on Yenn’s face, Geralt was probably lucky Ciri had come when she did.

“Are you okay?” Ciri asked.

“I’m fine, little one,” Yenn rolled her eyes. “Geralt is just overreacting.”

Ciri hummed and nodded, but the frown on her face turned more pronounced until it was almost a pout. “Can I sit with you?”

Yennefer sighed but agreed. Geralt expected Ciri to pull up a chair at Yennefer’s bedside like he had, but instead, the child hopped up onto the foot of Yennefer’s bed and crawled up until she lay stretched out beside the mage.

“If you get sick, it’s your own fault.” Yennefer’s token protest was undermined by the way the bed slowly increased in size, until Geralt had room to climb in on the other side of Ciri.

“Then we can do this again!” Ciri said, nuzzling into the space between Geralt and Yennefer.

Geralt stroked her hair, then reached over to smooth Yennefer’s hair down. The mage gave him a dark look, but leaned into his fingers, so he continued to brush through her curls.

[witcher-ot3]

List of Iorveth/Roche WiPs

Because somethings I like to torment myself by showing how many fucking things I’m working on. Doesn’t help that lately, I’ve started a new WiP every time I get stuck in another fic. So, in no particular order (literally just how the tabs are ordered in my window lmao), here are all my Iorveth/Roche WiPs

2 fics in the Petals and Stripes ‘verse - one with Roche’s POV straight after and one of the Stripes’ POV as they deal with the aftermath... and try to help their boss woo Iorveth. Surprising no one, they’re terrible at it.

Curse breaking WiP where True Love’s Kiss strong emotion for one’s enemy saves Iorveth’s life. And then he, Roche, and Triss team up to go save the Scoia’tael.

Roche’s POV WiP set before they first meet. Includes some nice knife and blood kink during a face off between Iorveth and Roche. No idea where this one is going.

Eye On You Chapter 3, for which the plan is thigh-fucking. That’s it, that’s all I got.

Fake dating casefic (The Curious Case of the Murivel Resort for Couples). rn they’re playing strip gwent and I somehow signed up to write 5 different gwent games for this 😢

Competitive makeouts (The Chase) rn they’re spiderman kissing, but there’s gonna be a conspiracy plot that Iorveth has to reveal.

New ‘verse involving Iorveth/Roche/Kayran and Roche/Foltest lmao. First WiP is Roche running into Iorveth during his monthly fuckdate with the Kayran... and then joining in. Second WiP is a comparison of Roche’s two relationships and how they make him feel. For some reason, I framed it around the Chivalric Virtues from Blood & Wine and made it a 5+1 lol

Pining and Poignards, a WiP in which there is pining and stabbing lol. A poignard is a type of knife, which Iorveth generously “gifts” to Roche. rn Iorveth is sneaking around the army base and has just caught Roche masturbating. I...only sort of know where I’m going with this one.

Tittyfucking. That’s it, that’s the plot lmao. Iorveth is a lil obsessed with Roche’s chest and attempts to fuck it.

Gross Gremlin Man aka Iorveth prefers Roche nasty and sweaty. Uh... I just started this one and somehow it went from “huh, why do I not mind Roche when he’s all sweaty” to “hmm, I think I’m gonna steal his clothes and smell them while I touch myself” and I’m still working on the transition from one to the other lol

Red is the Rose Chapters 3+4 - Ch3 is about ready for posting, but I’m trying to figure out how much of the events of W2 to cover or if I should just skip all of them and get to the post-W2 plot.

Fun fact: all of those WiPs above are in 1 document because I like to make life difficult for Google Docs. But the other docs are all specific ‘verses (or themes) and these ones are theoretically standalone. Theoretically.

More standalones

Letters - a post-W3 WiP where Roche is running Temeria and hates it and starts receiving letters from Iorveth (sealed with a forget me not in wax).

WiP where they both get captured and imprisoned in a magic cell and whoops, sex ends up happening... and then their teams come rescue them.

Cuddles with the Commander - continuation of Pride of Temeria, where Roche wakes up cuddled up with Pillow Tits and his team.

Fire Breathing - a Meet the Family WiP where Iorveth is hanging with the Stripes and PT decides to demonstrate how to breathe fire. Iorveth is more than slightly freaked out that humans have this ability.

Iorveth gangbang - uh yeah, what it says on the tin. The Blue Stripes take Iorveth apart under Roche’s guidance.

Different first meeting identity porn WiP - they meet in Flotsam just as the Scoia’tael is starting to get formed. Neither knows who the other is, but they have amazing sex and every time they’re in Flotsam together, they meet up again. But Iorveth, of course, leads the Scoia’tael, and Roche has been tasked with hunting them down.

Crones WiP - Roche went to the Crones to plead for his men back. He gets them back - but as ghosts. He also gets assigned to help work on a cure to the Catriona plague, and it turns out one of the people already working on it is Iorveth. I literally just want Blue Stripes ghosts laughing at Roche’s bad flirting, but somehow it’s mostly angst rn ooops

Love Shack WiPs

First Time WiP - this one is so close to being done dammit. It’s actually the first WiP I ever started for this pairing and it just needs like 2 more orgasms aaaaahhhhhh

Medicine WiP - morning after their first time, they have a discussion about scars and medicine and how elven medicine is way better than human medicine. Not at all based on the billions of medical procedures I’m going through or anything.

PWP Ovi WiP - uh yeah, this one is just pure porn. rn Iorveth is giving Roche his eggs and Roche is loving it.

The Picture Says It All - next is gonna be a sketch of Roche hard at work hunched over a desk and Iorveth is all “no, this is wrong, he’s meant to be wielding a sword and fighting me”

The Haunting of Barrack 8B - Adda!! Adda is officially getting introduced in the next part, which is good, ‘cause she’s important in this ‘verse (and in my heart)

Roche builds Iorveth a home WiP - oh yeah, I stalled out because I realized I had to establish Roche and Rinn’s friendship before she could give him a hint about making a nest for Iorveth

Long Live the King - WiP about Roche’s relationship with Foltest, some of what he’s done for the King, how Iorveth feels about it, and then the big finale for this ‘verse, which I will leave secret for now.

Don’t Cry For Me, Temeria WiPs These are only the ones that have actual WiPs started, because believe me, I have a LOT more ideas

(Im)Perfect Strangers ch 27 - time for Roche to step up his wooing. Featuring dinner, dancing, and gift giving. And, of course, it wouldn’t be me without misunderstandings lol.

Between Two Fools Ch 8 - I’m working on getting this out as soon as I can. Just gotta finish writing their sex from the end of (Im)Perfect Strangers ch 26

Unlucky Number Thirteen - I want to write about how he starts spying for Roche and their developing kinda mentorship relationship

Silas’s story - he’s literally JUST joined the Stripes and I need to write how he and Thirteen work closely together but also this poor anxious boy is like 3 seconds from a heart attack at all times rn. It will get better tho.

Earning Your Stripes ch 2 - the first time. This chap will actually have porn! But first I gotta finish writing it lol. Rn Ves and Finch are double teaming Fenn and PT and Thirteen are in subspace cuddling with Roche, but soon they’ll get to join in too.

break (v /brāk/): to destroy someone's resistance - cnc WiP where Iorveth asks Roche to break him - and Roche has a lot of fun doing so as they pretend to fight like they’re still enemies.

Bath House - this was SUPPOSED to be a porny lil thing where Roche talks dirty to Iorveth while they’re stuck being proper for the kids, and then finally they get some alone time. But what it also turned into is that Anais and Thirteen equally hate baths lmao. Boussy loves them tho. He’s a hedonist, while Anais is just bored and Thirteen is like a cat with water.

Tutti Ch 2 - Iorveth begins to compose a symphony for Roche about their love story.

Daggers, Dumplings, and Dresses - the Elihal/Hattori side story. Not gotten much written so far - mostly just Elihal reflecting on his friendship with Iorveth.

The First Rule of Fight Club ch 2 - Ves now has time to think about what Ciaran said about Roche not being worthy of her loyalty. And also about how Ciaran’s skin tasted when she bit him.

Dragonfucking - another PWP WiP featuring a threesome with Saskia... except Roche still doesn’t know about the whole dragon thing, so he’s in for a surprise.

Water Balloon Fight - silly lil WiP where the Scoia’tael and the Blue Stripes have a water balloon fight. PT is the ref.

Baby Mama - lmao yes that is what it’s listed as in my doc. Not gonna say a lot about this, but will probably be a longer piece. Set in the distant future in DCfM,T.

Tempt Not a Desperate Man ‘verse Yeah, does anyone know what this is? It’s the ‘verse that started with Devour What’s Truly Yours and so far has nothing else published oops

Part 2 - in which they actually have to face each other again and figure out where they stand. And then there’s some fisting.

The Chaperon - Iorveth decides to make Roche a chaperon since the last one was sacrificed as a cum rag

Human Bootlicker - Iorveth makes a joke about Roche surrendering on his knees when he gets the upper hand in a fight between the Blue Stripes and the Scoia’tael - and then Roche actually does.

Elven Baths - so it’s kinda a thing in this ‘verse that they end up meeting and fucking in the elven baths in the Flotsam forest. As in, the legend about “if you’re in love, you can still hear the lovers’ sighs in the garden” came to being because Roche is fucking loud lmao. Also, roses of remembrance. 😉

Sort of series fics, but technically stand alone. AKA apparently I decided I wanted to do Themes. 

Theme 1: Possessiveness aka all the kinky sex kinda embarrassed to admit to these which is dumb because fuck shame

Piss fic - uh, kinda what it sounds like? Roche decides to be an asshole and refuses to move out of the way when Iorveth tries to get to the bathroom - and somehow this turns into Iorveth pissing on his crotch.

Come inflation + piss fic - Roche gets a potion that makes him come a lot. Iorveth likes it and wants more.

Possessiveness - Iorveth has feelings about his nemesis and Roche does not know how to feel about this.

Tentacles + Breeding - a tentacle/vine plant instinctively tries to lay its eggs in Roche. Iorveth is not okay with this plant going for his enemy... until it turns out Roche is very much here for it. And also for Iorveth fertilizing the eggs after they’ve been laid.

Dream - Roche dreams about Iorveth being an elven king and himself being essentially Iorveth’s plaything, to use and to show off

Theme 2: King Roche aka hey, wouldn’t it be funny if he ended up in charge? He would hate it so much

Murder husbands - Iorveth breaks into the palace and finds the very unhappy “King” Roche, then they go run away and kill war criminals together. But of course Roche could never abandon Temeria, so he’s still in charge by day. But by night, it’s murder time.

Okay, technically this has like a line written for it, BUT bodyguard AU where Roche knows he’s gonna get assassinated without protection once he becomes king, and only Iorveth is allowed to kill him. So only makes since for Iorveth to become his bodyguard. 

Arranged Marriage AU - inspired by softestpunk’s The Gift, I literally just want cracky fun where they are forced to get married and they hate it but also fall in love. That’s it, that’s the story.

Holy fuck, I have a lot of WiPs. But I think that’s all the Iorveth/Roche ones. Which is not to say I don’t have more, but rn, I am hyperfixated on these idiots, so these are the ones I am actively writing.

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Geralt Fluff Week Day 3: Family

Title: Soft Words and Kind Hearts Ch 3 Format: Fic Word Count: 847 Day/Prompt: For @geraltfluffweek​ Day 3: Family Characters/Pairings: uh, kind of Geralt everyone, but more focused on found family. Little bit of Geralt/Regis Summary: Kaer Morhen is full and joyous this winter, so it only makes sense to host a celebration for the solstice.

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The music and cheer washed over Geralt as he leaned against the wall of the dining hall in Kaer Morhen, watching Eskel lead Ciri in an improvised jig as he sipped at his ale. It wasn’t often they had opportunity to celebrate at Kaer Morhen, but this year, the Keep was crowded and warm and overflowing with joy. What had started as a simple winter solstice celebration had turned into a lively evening of drinking and dancing and feasting.

Geralt hid his smile in his ale as Zoltan Chivay, fearsome warrior and Geralt’s favorite dwarf, loudly declared that he would show them how a proper jig was done. Jaskier obligingly led the enchanted instruments beside him into a more dwarven jig, with lots of feet stomping. Several people gasped in delight as Zoltan leapt in the air for a flip, but Iorveth, the only elf in attendance, scoffed.

“Surely you can do better than that?” the former Scoia’tael leader challenged and Geralt suddenly remembered that Zoltan and Iorveth had never gotten along.

Zoltan let out a sharp bark of laughter. “If you’re so cocky, why don’t you demonstrate?”

“Free for all!” Lambert shouted, dragging his Cat School Witcher companion out onto their makeshift dancefloor. “Bet I can jump higher!”

“Like hell!” Aiden laughed and the two began a dance that appeared to be more about jumping and stomping on each other’s feet than moving to the rhythm.

“Why don’t we show them a Skelligen jig, Ciri?” Mousesack held his hand out to her. While the druid had helped raise Ciri in Cintra as a young girl, he was originally from the Skellige Islands and Geralt was vaguely aware that Ciri had visited often as a child.

Ciri grinned widely at Mousesack and took his hand. When the druid lifted her into the air, Geralt noticed that she jumped higher than both Lambert and Aiden, and he chuckled, shaking his head fondly.

“Well shit,” he heard Vernon Roche, former Temerian Special Forces Commander, sigh into his drink. “I hate dancing, but we can hardly have a showcase without Temeria represented, can we?”

His former second-in-command Ves chugged her mostly full ale, leaning back and finishing it off with a flourish. “Yeah, all right. But I lead.”

Roche grumbled, but he let Ves drag him into position. When the next leap came, Geralt was impressed that Ves lifted the stocky man easily and he kicked off of her into a half-flip.

“Huh, never thought they could dance,” Triss said from next to Geralt and then she turned to Yennefer. “We can hardly let mages be outshone here, can we?”

Yennefer laughed, a high echoing sound that simultaneously made Geralt’s heart melt and the hair on the back of his neck stand up straight. But then, adoration and danger were a fairly common combination around the most powerful mage he’d ever met, the woman who had helped him raise Ciri and taught him never to cross a sorceress.

She took Triss’s hand and the two of them began to move in what Geralt supposed might be called a dance, though it certainly wasn’t what he would call a jig. Still, it somehow fit with the strange amalgamation of dance styles on the floor.

Eskel clapped Geralt on the shoulder and then made a beeline towards Lambert and Aiden. Geralt wasn’t sure if he was joining their challenge or just intending to get in their way and annoy them, but either way, Geralt couldn’t help laughing at the wild bouncing the three engaged in.

Next to him, the sweetest old vampire he’d ever met cleared his throat. “Might I have this dance, my dear?” Regis asked, a soft smile curling the corners of his mouth.

Geralt just blinked at the hand Regis offered for a long moment. “I don’t know how to dance,” he finally said.

“Ah, but you do know how to read bodies in combat! Following during a dance is much the same – just follow my queues on when and how to move.”

Geralt hesitated, but then he felt a hand on his shoulder and he turned his head to look at Vesemir just as the old Wolf shoved him forward into Regis.

“Only us old coots get to brood against the wall,” Vesemir said, grinning into his ale as Regis easily caught Geralt and helped him stand upright with a delicate hand on his waist.

Geralt shook his head, turning to Regis with a slight smile. “All right then, show me how it’s done.”

“With pleasure,” Regis bowed his head with all the courtesy of a nobleman, even as the hand on Geralt’s waist dragged him closer until he was pressed against the vampire. “Have you ever waltzed before?”

Geralt blinked. “I thought we were dancing a jig?”

Regis just grinned, guiding Geralt into a swirling series of movement that had them cutting across the dancefloor, spinning to avoid others as needed with surprising elegance. Geralt hadn’t actually known he could move like this and he let his body relax into Regis’s lead.

The banquet hall spun around him, full of the laughs and clatter of his family. Geralt decided that they needed to have more celebrations if they all went like this. Surrounded by warmth and affection and joy, the harsh winter winds blowing outside seemed far away, unable to break through and disturb them. Instead, the party reminded Geralt of exactly why he chose to invite all the people important to him.

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Geralt Fluff Week Day 2: Kaer Morhen

Title: Soft Words and Kind Hearts Ch 2 Format: Fic Word Count: 847 Day/Prompt: For @geraltfluffweek Day 2: Kaer Morhen Characters/Pairings: Geralt of Rivia & Iorveth & Roche (can be seen as slash or platonic cuddles) Summary: 

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When Geralt had invited to diametrically opposed individuals to him with Kaer Morhen, he really should have expected this. This, of course, being the screaming match taking place over his head while he desperately tried to sleep.

“He likes me better,” Iorveth muttered, clearly loud enough for Vernon Roche to hear. Geralt sighed and pulled a pillow over his head.

“Listen here, treefucker,” Roche’s tirade started before Geralt tuned it out.

Vernon Roche and Iorveth were two unique individuals who Geralt actually liked quite a lot, but who viewed each other as their worst enemy.

Of course, they once were direct enemies, fighting on opposite sides of a war for freedom. Both sides thought their version of freedom was the only right way – all nonhumans must be removed for humans to live in peace vs all humans must be removed so the rest of us can live in peace. Geralt tried very, very hard not to take a side, but most humans considered him a nonhuman, so it was rather difficult not to have a stake in things.

He didn’t blame Roche for fighting against the nonhuman Scoia’tael. Geralt understood what motivated Roche, even if he didn’t agree with it. Roche was a lot like Geralt – he didn’t follow an idea, he followed a person. That had always been how Geralt had ended up in some political mess – he chose people, and the people he chose happened to like getting into trouble.

Iorveth had been both easy and difficult to choose. He was a hard man on the surface, a man who hurt innocents, which was the one line Geralt tried to stay true to. But Iorveth also fought for freedom, for a world where nonhumans could walk down the street without being attacked.

Geralt desperately wanted to live in that world. He was so tired of dealing with the hate and scorn and dislike. It wasn’t as if he’d chosen to become a witcher, but now that he was one, it rather made sense to throw his lot in with the nonhumans. And underneath it all, Iorveth was a loyal man, a man with a sense of honor, even if he would break it to do what needed to be done.

Geralt was very familiar with being forced to choose the lesser evil. Once he’d gotten to know Iorveth, it was easy to see how those choices had forced him to become the man he was.

On the flip side, Roche, professional hunter of nonhumans, had been harder to choose. Part of that had been the circumstances of their meeting – forced to work side by side for King Foltest until they were suddenly working together to find the king’s killer – but part of it was also that Roche was a hard man. He’d seen the worst parts of the world and it had tainted him, showing in the lines of his face and the sharp bark of his orders to the men under his command.

Geralt probably wouldn’t have bothered trying to get to know Roche if it weren’t for Triss. But Triss knew Roche, had served with him at King Foltest’s side for years. And Triss trusted the man, trusted him both to help Geralt hunt down the kingslayer, but also trusted him as a person, as someone she regularly spent time with.

Geralt had been more than slightly surprised. They didn’t exactly seem like they should occupy the same sphere of existence, Triss and Vernon Roche. Where she was all noble sophistication and well-pondered research, he was crass and grating and hopped into situations without thought when it concerned his people. Still, she had told Geralt that Roche was a man worth getting to know and Geralt had taken her advice.

He was so glad he had. Roche was indeed a gruff and uncouth man, but then, so was Geralt. Roche was true to his word when he made a promise and was always careful not to give his word if he didn’t think he could keep it. Geralt honestly appreciated that, appreciated that he could trust Roche at his word, as long as he looked for the right signs.

In truth, he didn’t like either of them more than the other. He just liked both of them.

That didn’t mean he didn’t regret inviting them to Kaer Morhen at the same time. They had taken every opportunity to snipe at each other and Geralt was just so tired.

“Enough!” He growled. Two surprised faces turned to him and Geralt glowered. “I am trying to sleep. If you want to keep fighting, go outside. Otherwise, shut up and get in bed.”

“Sorry,” Roche mumbled, shamefaced. Iorveth didn’t say anything, but his look was appropriately apologetic and Geral dearly wanted some sleep, so he was satisfied. Especially when both actually remembered that they were here for him and joined him on either side of the bed.

With Roche’s human warmth huddled up against his back and Iorveth a cool weight in his arms, Geralt was finally able to fall asleep.