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Iorveth week day 6(38): Flowers
This wraps up my 7 pieces for @iorvethappreciationweek :D
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Iorveth Appreciation Week: Day 4 - Domestic
*casually walks in 5 days late and slides this pic over* @iorvethappreciationweek
Full pic on Ao3 here! (nsft for nudity)
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Last day of iorveth appreciation week! It’s a free day so i’m posting my chibi iorveth and roche keychains :D @iorvethappreciationweek
Pls dont use it!
(Also I’m still not done w the last prompt fhdksjd
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Iorveth Appreciation Week ficlets
Hi everyone, it's me again, deluding myself that I'm definitely still tumblr-free
I've kind of been drowning in elf feels throughout the latest lockdown, to the point that I actually managed to write a few bits and pieces in honour of my favourite squirrel terrorist last week.
I had hoped to find enough time to finish up a bigger Iorveth-related meta project I've been working on, to post on the final day, but that project somehow just keeps getting bigger ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
At least I made something for all the days with specific prompts! Thanks @iorvethappreciationweek for organising all this 💚🐿️🏹
Day 1: Love languages
1k words, G. Pre-relationship Isengrim/Iorveth.
Isengrim remembers Iorveth as little more than a skinny wretch, freshly recruited from the slums of some human city.
Day 2: Admiration
650 words, G. Dara & Iorveth.
“If you scream, little dh’oine, it'll be the last sound you ever make.”
Day 3: Holiday
450 words, T. Geralt/Iorveth.
“Stay a few days, we’ll have plenty of time for rest. And for more catching up.”
Day 4: Teasing
800 words, T. One-sided Roche/Iorveth.
“Maybe you just enjoy being put on your back by an elf, is that it?”
Day 5: Surrender
1.4k words, CNTW, M. Emhyr & Iorveth.
“I was told you wish to discuss peace.”
Day 6: Touch-starved
1.2k words, T. Isengrim/Iorveth. After the battle of Kaer Morhen, a reunion.
His heart is still pounding, and not from the pain.
(Meanwhile I am still alive and online, just mostly on Discord these days, drop me a line if you want to chat there <3)
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17. 9. - Flowers (Flower tattoo)
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Prompt: - (Free Day) Fandom/Series: The Witcher Characters: Iorveth, Vernon Roche, Eskel Pairing: Iorveth/Roche/Eskel Rating: T Length: 2,625 words Summary: Eskel doesn’t know what to do with himself after the Battle of Kaer Morhen. Roche and Iorveth lend comfort where they can. Warnings: some angst, references to character death, mourning, smoking Notes: It took me forever to decide what I wanted to do with this day (I am much better with prompts than without…) and I’m still not sure I 100% love the end result? But it was fun to write nonetheless. And hey! More rarepairs! \o/ @iorvethappreciationweek was TONS of fun, thank you to everyone who followed along with my silly lil fics! <3
“Eskel.” Iorveth is the first one to sit up and look at him. After a moment Roche does, too. Eskel looks haunted, his usually so kind face drawn and empty.
“Apologies.” He looks at them as if waking up from a dream, like he doesn’t know how he got here in the first place. “Am I-“
“No. It’s fine.” Roche makes a swift movement with his hand. “You aren’t…interrupting anything.”
“Unable to sleep?” Iorveth asks. It’s not like he and Roche don’t know what it’s like. Eskel nods. He still looks almost embarrassed that he’s here although Iorveth has a perfectly clear idea as to why.
“Lambert is with Keira, Geralt with Yen and Ciri,” he explains. Iorveth can easily parse the rest for himself. “Usually, I sleep- slept next to Vesemir on nights like this. He’d snore like a cave full of bears.” A spasm of grief travels over his face, sharp and bloody.
“We can’t promise that sort of snoring,” Iorveth says.
“But we can promise two warm bodies that are not your own,” Roche finishes the sentence for him. “Join us.”
Eskel hesitates, enough to make Iorveth roll his eye and lift the edge of his blanket.
“Come on. You weren’t exactly shy about joining us before,” Iorveth points out.
Welcome to the final day of Iorveth Appreciation Week! There are no set prompts for today, so go wild!
Remember to mention @iorvethappreciationweek so I can add your entries to the queue to be reblogged here.
There is also an AO3 collection
@justleaf made some beautiful cards for you to fill out for the week. You can find them through Google Docs or Canva
Rules:
The prompts are just suggestions to get your creative juices flowing. If you have your own ideas outside of the prompts, please feel free to share them.
Fanfiction and fanart are the focus of this event, but any other media is welcome. Poetry, fiber arts, playlists and more-- if it's Iorveth-centric, this is the week to share it.
This event is open to 18+ works but please tag and put under a cut as necessary.
All ships are welcome as long as Iorveth is involved.
All participants are expected to be courteous to one another. Anyone found harassing other participants for any reason will be banned.
Most importantly, have fun!
Here is a link to the prompts for the rest of the week.
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9/12 - goodbyes - campfire - love languages
9/13 - regret - admiration - soulmates
9/14 - ghosts - holiday - kisses
9/15 - scars - domestic - teasing
9/16 - surrender - loyalty - fate
9/17 - touch starved - flowers - pining
9/18 - free day
I haven’t really been in a state to keep up with this wonderful event, but “fate” gave me a few thoughts! Warnings for angst, ‘cause I’m having a shit brain day. (like seriously, hurt no comfort and MCD here)
“It was always going to end like this,” Vernon murmured, and Iorveth swallowed hard, something in him feeling like it was breaking.
“It didn’t have to,” Iorveth whispered, suddenly on the edge of tears. “You - we could have chosen differently.”
Vernon’s eyes were soft and sad when they looked into his. “No we couldn’t have. That’s not who we are.” He coughed, blood dripping down his lips as he slowly suffocated, Iorveth’s sword sticking out of his chest.
Iorveth bit his lip hard, breathing coming fast as if he were the one who couldn’t get enough air. “We could have been.”
Vernon smiled slightly, “not in this world.” He closed his eyes and struggled to take a breath before continuing, “it’s better like this. How it was meant to be.”
Shaking his head, Iorveth dropped to his knees in front of Vernon. “You should hate me. Yell at me and rail against me and curse me for this!”
“What would that accomplish?” Vernon licked his lips, smearing red blood across them. “I’m glad that it’s you.”
Iorveth let out a soft, wounded sound.
“I’m-” Vernon coughed, “I’m glad that of all people, you’re the one to win.”
Eye watering, Iorveth shook his head again, stepping closer. “Vernon-”
“It’s okay,” Vernon said, lips twitching up at the corners even as his breath rattled in his chest. “It was always gonna be one of us, we’ve always known that. And if only one of us can live…” Vernon met his gaze, eyes far too earnest, “I’m glad that it’s you.”
The noise Iorveth made was agonized and heartfelt.
“I am,” Vernon replied, as if he knew exactly what Iorveth had been trying to convey.
But then, if there was anyone who could predict his words, it was Vernon Roche.
“Vernon,” he whimpered, voice shaking as the moisture in his eye flowed over. He searched for words, but couldn’t find any.
“This is a good thing,” Vernon choked out, and Iorveth knew it wouldn’t be much longer. He whimpered again. “You’ve fought for this for so long. This is a victory, Iorveth.”
With Iorveth’s name on his lips, Vernon’s breathing ceased and Iorveth couldn’t help but wail, feeling as though a part of him had been ripped away.
He dropped to his knees and screamed to the sky. The sky was as uncaring as it had always been and Iorveth wished with all his heart - what was left of it - that he lived in a different world. One where they could have chosen differently. One where they could have been happy.
Okay, I’m actually feeling a bit better now (hours after starting this), but uh… hope you enjoyed some angst?
Ended up posting on AO3, so you can read it here. I think I might continue this, but it’s gonna be a lot more pain before any kind of potential happy ending can happen.
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Prompt: Touch starved & flowers Fandom/Series: The Witcher Characters: Iorveth, Letho Pairing: Iorveth/Letho Rating: T Length: 2,189 words Summary: Iorveth finds Letho after the battle of Kaer Morhen. Warnings: some angst, references to character death, sex & violence; this is very tame Notes: @scylla-rammshorn has infected me with her love for Letho, so of course there was going to be some Letho/Iorveth for @iorvethappreciationweek! One of my most favourite Letho headcanons is that he loves plants and gardening.
“Why are you here, Iorveth?” Letho asks. “Surely not just to tell me about what the Wolves are doing. Are you here to murder me? To finally take revenge for your lieutenant?” His eyes harden and once again Iorveth is reminded that this is a witcher standing in front of him, one of the deadliest beings alive on the Continent.
“No.” Iorveth doesn’t move from his position. “I’ll never forgive you for what you did. But, if someone had offered me the return of Dol Blathanna, this time for all of us and not just a select few…” He shrugs. “We all have blood on our hands. Some more so than others.”
“You’re growing soft in your old age.” A smile curls around Letho’s lips. It should look out of place on the face of a bulky giant and master warrior like him, but it doesn’t. Iorveth looks at his dusty, soil-covered hands, the carefully unearthed celandine plant, and remembers how he had chosen the garden of Cáelmewedd as a meeting point. For a moment he wonders what kind of life Letho would have led had he not been a witcher. Certainly not one that would have involved a lot of killing, that much he is sure of now.
“Wait until you are my age,” Iorveth gripes back. He estimates he has at least a hundred years on the Viper, if not two hundred or more. Letho snorts.
“Unlikely that I’ll live that long,” he says.
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16. 9. - Loyalty (Sleeping Dragon)
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For the @iorvethappreciationweek Prompts: Surrender, Loyalty, Fate Warnings for the fic: Mild Violence and Blood
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Iorveth week day 4: Domestic
That one toussaint au where geralt invites all the friends and all they do is drink wine and be happy...
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Prompt: Fate Fandom/Series: The Witcher Characters: Iorveth, Vernon Roche Pairing: Rorveth Rating: M Length: 2,844 words Summary: Long past the events of Witcher 3, Roche finds a half-dead Iorveth in the woods and nurses him back to health. Warnings: Graphic injury, fever dreams, Hurt/Comfort, permanent injury Notes: Also known as: THE SOFT OLD MEN RORVETH RETIREMENT AU WE ALL DESERVE. I think this is definitely one of my most favourite fics I’ve written for @iorvethappreciationweek because I was just shamelessly indulging in a lot of tropes that I love very, very much. Hope you’ll enjoy it as well!
“What am I doing here?” he finally asks, once he trusts his voice to be stable enough to speak. His earlier impression hadn’t tricked him – this is indeed a small house, sparsely furnished, but clearly a well-kept, lived-in home. The home of one Vernon Roche, former commander of the Temerian Blue Stripes no less.
Roche looks…different. Not worse than the last time Iorveth has seen him, more the opposite, but he certainly isn’t the same man either. There is a beard on his face now, for once, well kept and neatly trimmed. No more chaperone either to hide his curls from view – instead, they have grown longer, framing his face now, with traces of grey shooting through both hair and beard. It makes him look both younger and older at once, but certainly less severe.
“I saved your life.” At least he is just as direct as the old Roche was. “You’ve been recovering here for the last two weeks.”
“You-“ Of course. Of all the ghosts, he had been the only one that was real. “Why?”
Roche takes a deep breath and exhales through his nose. He holds the cup out for Iorveth to take another sip again.
“I don’t know,” he finally admits. “I found you by mere chance. It seemed…undignified for one of the most wanted war criminals on the Continent to die such a death.”
“Ha.” Iorveth snorts. “I remember you said something similar, back when you saved me from getting hanged.”
“It is as true now as it was then.” Roche shrugs. “Except that now, I am no longer acting in the interest of Temeria. Just my own.”
“’Your own’.” Iorveth feels one edge of his mouth curl up in a mirthless smile. “If I didn’t know any better, I would feel flattered.”
Welcome to the sixth day of Iorveth Appreciation Week! The prompts for today (9/17/2021) are Touch Starved, Flowers and Pining.
Remember to mention @iorvethappreciationweek so I can add your entries to the queue to be reblogged here.
There is also an AO3 collection
@justleaf made some beautiful cards for you to fill out for the week. You can find them through Google Docs or Canva
Rules:
The prompts are just suggestions to get your creative juices flowing. If you have your own ideas outside of the prompts, please feel free to share them.
Fanfiction and fanart are the focus of this event, but any other media is welcome. Poetry, fiber arts, playlists and more-- if it's Iorveth-centric, this is the week to share it.
This event is open to 18+ works but please tag and put under a cut as necessary.
All ships are welcome as long as Iorveth is involved.
All participants are expected to be courteous to one another. Anyone found harassing other participants for any reason will be banned.
Most importantly, have fun!
Here is a link to the prompts for the rest of the week.
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Iorveth & Vernon Roche Characters: Iorveth (The Witcher), Vernon Roche Additional Tags: Torture, Character Death, Angst, Hurt No Comfort Summary:
Iorveth finally captured his greatest enemy, Vernon Roche.
prompt: Fate
MIND THE TAGS!!!!
Source: archiveofourown.org
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Cedric (The Witcher 2: Assassins of Kings)/Ciaran aep Easnillien/Iorveth, Cedric (The Witcher 2: Assassins of Kings)/Ciaran aep Easnillien Characters: Iorveth (The Witcher), Ciaran aep Easnillien, Cedric (The Witcher 2: Assassins of Kings), Faron (OC) Additional Tags: Fluff Summary:
Just a cute lil thing about my oc Faron on their way to their first date staring: Iorveth (who is stuck on hair braiding duty), Ciaran (who’s just trying to vibe), and Cedric (who’s greatest enjoyment in life is teasing poor Iorveth)
prompt: teasing (and domestic as well I suppose)
Source: archiveofourown.org