#foltest/roche

[between-thepages]

1, 4, and 14 for the asks to spread love <3

Thank you for the ask <3

A fanon characterisation that you love

I love the idea that Eskel is gay, and that the Succubus he talks about in Witcher 3 was actually an Incubus.

4. Link to a great meta you’ve read

There aren't that many meta posts I've read and remember, but this one about Triss, Phil and the Lodge is great, and resonates a lot with how I view Triss.

14. A ship or character that you started liking because of someone else (give them/their works a shout out!)

I started liking Foltest/Roche because of Major Design Flaw by Anoke, the whole series is fantastic and coincidentally one of the parts was released right as I started playing Witcher 2, which was one of the reasons I gave it a shot. A close second is Peace Tied by Bomberqueen17, which is one of the reasons I ship Iorveth/Roche.

[absurdbread]

Leaflets that were spread by Vernon Roche’s haters explaining the actual reason the man was given all these honours

Church of the Eternal Fire did its best to seek out and destroy all there leaflets, afraid they would incend perversities among good people of the North

[chicaneryatelier]

Foltest/Roche/Iorveth brainworms sketches

Behind the cut is a drawing of a half naked Roche straddling/interrogating Iorveth with a Knife- Don't go any further if you don't wanna see that!

[hard69muffin]

An ordinary bath day in a parallel universe.

[fandomwarehouse]

Foltest: I'm sending the Blue Stripes to Kaedwen. That idiot Henselt needs our help.

Roche: Yes, sire.

Foltest: He wants to know more about you.

Roche: Sire?

Foltest: *Stares at the royal message* He wants to know about your command style.

Roche:

Foltest:

*The barracks earlier that week*

Roche:

[arse-blathanna]

Does Vernon Roche look at Foltest starting a literal civil war over his children and go 'damn, what a good, loving father?'

Like how does he read that whole situation given how loaded his way of talking about Foltest is? Does he even realize that what Foltest is doing is borderline nonsensical? Does he even care? Does he wish his father gave that much of a shit about him?

[ormakona]

Vernon Roche was the commander of the Blue Stripes, special forces of the Temerian military. Being Temerian, he held his king, Foltest, in high regard. He was also a capable fighter.

[zizikta]

"если решишь уйти на покой вдруг раньше чем я... постой."

my friend told me to post it here, so I did...

[caffeinosis]

Curious for anyone who played the Witcher 2

[marnasid]

Роше в маске короля Фольтеста. Как вам эта идея?

Мне нравится🙃 (Фольтесту тоже)

Roche wearing the mask of King Foltest.

Do you like the idea?

I like it🙃 (Foltest too)

[dangvar-blog]

The reason for the ugly cast of King Foltest in the Netflix series)))

[absurdbread]

"Cell block tango" but "Assassins of kings tango"

they had it coming

[lunarbreaksblog]

"Whimper for me" //

Vernon Roche X F!reader //

You were a one of the maids for King Foltest's huge castle. You normally kept to yourself, only speaking when other people would speak to you. It was only typical of a servant to do so. You had grown up the castle, taught how to clean, cook and dress the princesses and consorts.

You sometimes dreamed of being more than a servant but you quickly relinquish those thoughts, you eternally grateful for the people of palace for taking you in when they found you as a babe.

It was typical week really, but Foltest's blue stripe commander, the leader of a special team to go after inhuman villains. Well that's what the servants said but you could tell half the time, the Inhumans weren't villains half the time. However, you kept your mouth shut from being ostracized from the rest of the people.

His name was Vernon Roche, you didn't pay him much mind but when he walked in while you were cleaning one of studies, you could feel his eyes on you. He never spoke while he was working in the study but he would glance at you every now and then.

It was about a week before he sought you out after his initial meeting with you.

“I need you to clean my bedchamber” the commander ordered you. However, you'd had just cleaned his room.

What could he have wanted?

You nodded your head reluctantly.

You were barely through the door before you felt hot kisses against the back of your neck. You could barely repress your shiver at the warmth against your skin.

You felt him put his hands around your waist.

“S-Sir! We cannot do this!” you stuttered out as the kisses got more intense.

Roche just moaned against you, he couldn't contain himself anymore. He had watched you the entire week, your frail form, your soft skin that he had been fantasizing about. Its been driving him mad.

You fantasized about him when you first laid your eyes on him, but you knew the consequences it would have for him. A royal commander bedding a lowly servant of the castle.

However, you felt something different now, maybe it was the mutual feelings he had for you, but you wanted this man to ravage you.

So, you didn't put up a fight, you twirled and faced him. His hands on your waist and your arms around his neck. Your lips locked with his lips, you kissed for a while before you had to pull back. You were breathless...

You never really done this before.

"S-sir, I haven't—” You're a virgin?” Vernon muttered, his breath hot against your face as he looked into your eyes.

His pupils were wide and his eyes held a fondness in them.

You nodded, ashamed.

“God, I've been thinking about this. Now that I know your a virgin— it makes things better” he breathed as he attacked you on your lips after he spoke.

You moaned.

“Damn anyone who stops us” Roche whispered in your ear as he push both of you onto his bed.

Note: had to stop here to I dont get cancelled by Tumblr lol. Will probably release a full version on my AO3

[limerental]

ficletvember 2023 - day 28

foltest/roche

King Foltest finds himself deeply-pleased with the boy he discovered in a brothel in the slums. content warning for a measure of dubcon I suppose, an explicit blowjob, referenced sex work, and canonical incest sisterfuckery (it's foltest man idk)

The king returned from his morning paces to find that his orders from the night before had been followed perfectly and the boy from the brothel waited for him in his chambers, scrubbed pink from a fresh bath.

He was glad to see that the boy had agreed to the invitation, in part because Foltest had forgone the use of his usual squire in removing his armor. He was still breathing hard, fight-drunk and pleasantly sweaty, and his good mood was only improved by the prospect of someone undoing those hard to reach clasps who was also a treat to look at and did not reek of garlic.

“Come here, boy,” Foltest said and startled the poor thing from his perusal of the front room’s many bookshelves. The king wondered if he could read. How fortunate, if so. Foltest, you lucky dog, he thought, his mood bolstered further, what jewel have you dredged out of the slums this time? He had visited the brothel hoping to find this season’s bedwarmer but may have found far more than that. “Come help me with my armor.”

The boy crossed the room on bare feet to stand before him. He was young, his facial hair no more than a faint tickle along his jaw, and his body was lean and pleasing to the eye. He hadn’t been dirty the night before by any means, but now his ears were scrubbed pink, his muddy-brown hair still curling damp at the nape of his neck. His mouth was sweet and full, and his eyes dark and doe-soft.

“Your Majesty,” he said with a dip of his head. He seemed uncertain where to start, so the king lifted an arm and gestured. The boy’s fingers were clumsy, but he would learn.

“How old are you?” Foltest asked. “Can you read?”

“I’m twenty summers,” said the boy, his voice measured as he lifted pieces of armor and set them aside. “I can read some. My mother taught me.”

“Are they teaching letters to whores now?” Foltest laughed, and the boy’s fingers stalled, a muscle in his jaw jumping as he tensed. The king laughed over that show of displeasure as well. The meek thing had some fight in him. Ah, that reminded him. “The madam said you took out a man’s eye with a feather quill?”

“He was rude,” the boy said simply. “Tried to press for more than what was on offer.”

He’d regained his flat tone, carefully-controlled. The king would have to teach him that he preferred that little spark of defiance he'd seen in him. Some would say he was predictable. Searching always for any bedpartner who could compare to Adda’s sharp tongue and quick temper.

None truly could. 

“But a quill?” the king asked.

“It was all I had,” he said.

Most men did not have an easy knack for violence. Had to be taught how to plunge a weapon deep enough to maim without hesitation. The boy didn’t appear to have much muscle, likely no formal training, and yet he had struck true when under threat.

It interested him deeply to see what further potential lurked beneath the surface.

Foltest rubbed at the tendons of his aching sword arm as his greaves were unclasped and removed, stripped down at last to his gambeson. The boy paused, and the king nodded for him to continue, watching the pale hands with their bony wrists work to undo the clasps from throat to belly and push the padded clothing free of his shoulders. 

The king’s body was still sweat-warm beneath, thin tunic clinging damp to his muscled torso. His excitement from the adrenaline of the morning’s training had not waned, had only deepened in the presence of his latest interest.

“The codpiece as well,” he said, voice low. “On your knees to do it.”

The boy barely hesitated before obeying. The brush of his fingers tickled Foltest’s thighs, and then all that separated the sigh of breath from his aroused manhood was the thin linen of his underclothes. 

The king did not have to ask. 

That mouth pressed just as sweetly as it had the night before against the hot weight of his cock, nosing at the fabric. With a hand pressing into the boy’s soft hair, he urged him on, waistband slipping low and lips parting over the head and down.

The king sheathed himself deep, pleased by the little tells of proper brothel training. The guarded teeth and lax throat. He had little care that his toys came to him used, if this was the result.

“What’s your name, boy?” asked Foltest as he drew himself free, and he delighted in watching the dark eyelashes flutter open. Long, like a girl’s, like his sister’s had been. In the right light and with a bit of drink in him, the boy would look almost– 

“Vernon,” he said.

“Hmmm,” the king hummed and sank deep again, feeling the stretch of the boy’s soft cheeks with a stroke of both thumbs. “I think we’re going to get along very well, Vernon.”

Foltest still had much to teach him, but he had a feeling the boy would learn.

[between-thepages]

Once again, I wrote Smubbles! The Witcher ones come first, all three of them:

Saviour

Pairing: Iorveth & Roche

Rating: T

Tags: Survival, Hypothermia, Sharing Body Heat

Summary: Iorveth comes across an almost frozen Roche while out in the woods.

The King's Wish

Pairing: Jan Natalis/Vernon Roche, Foltest/Jan Natalis/Vernon Roche

Rating: T

Tags: Hate Kissing, Dubious Consent, Power Imbalance

Summary: Foltest would like his boys to just get along

Leather

Pairing: Jan Natalis & Vernon Roche, Jan Natalis/Vernon Roche

Rating: M

Tags: Dom/Sub, Pre-Relationship, Teasing

Summary: Roche is caught off guard by Natalis being hot

[bravelittlescrib]

Foltest said “plough the elves” and Roche took that as an order 😔