Hi!! I hope you’re doing well I really love your writing!! Can I actually request the reader wanting to draw a portrait of Vernon Roche;w;’’ I miss him so so much>w<
A/N: I'm trying to get through some asks in my box and this one just made me so happy! I hope they bring Roche into the show.... but then again they might fuck him up
You tucked the end of the pencil between your lips. Your eyes were glued on the commander of the Blue Stripes.
Vernon Roche stood at a table with his hands bracing the edge. He leaned over a map, brown eyes flickering back and forth to different spots on the outstretched parchment. His chaperone rested on the table next to him. Every now and then, he would run a hand over his face and then back through his short dirty blonde hair.
Your eyes flickered down to his boots, spotting a detail along the clasp that you had missed earlier. You had moved on from the full body drawing of him and instead, you had been working on a portrait of his face. You made a mental note about the detail in his boot, then continued to add shading to a spot along his jaw.
Moments later, you found yourself looking at him once more.
“Why are you staring?” His voice surprised you. Roche had been silent for so long that you didn’t expect him to speak.
“I’m…. I’m only looking.” You tore your eyes away from him and looked instead at the book in front of you.
He turned his head to look at you, a bit curious about what you were scribbling in your book.
“You should be in bed.”
“So should you.” You didn’t both looking up as you added a wrinkle to the crows feet beside his eyes.
“I can’t go to bed yet, not until a plan is made for tomorrow afternoon.”
“What if you can’t think of a plan?”
“Then I suppose I will not be sleeping tonight.”
“That’s unfortunate.” You sighed out, putting the pencil down so you could let your head fall to one shoulder. You were tired and wanted to go to bed, but you wouldn’t go without him. “I think if we go to sleep now, we can wake up early in the morning and think about the plan then. Perhaps you could form a plan better when you are well rested.”
His eyes met yours briefly, an amused grin pulling at the corner of his lips.
“Perhaps, but that is a theory I will have to test another time.”
You let out another annoyed sigh and went back to your drawing.
“All of your plans are shit anyways.” You grumbled under your breath.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me, Vernon.” You couldn’t help the grin that formed on your lips.
“Perhaps you should think of going to bed now. That attitude will only get you in trouble.”
“Oh, I am quaking in my boots, Commander.”
“The disrespect you have for me is appalling.” He left the table and began to walk towards you.
You quickly closed your book and put your hand over the front of it as he approached. You tilted your head up to look at him as he stopped next to your chair.
“What were you doing?”
“Nothing.” You answered too quickly.
Roche braced one hand on the back of your chair and leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. Your eyes fluttered shut at the rare act of intimacy. While you were distracted, Roche pulled the book out from underneath your hand and in the same instant, he stepped away from you.
“Roche!”
“I could hear you scribbling in here like your life depended on it.” He flipped open the book to the page that the ribbon bookmark was on.
You watched as his features softened, brows furrowing together just slightly.
“What is this?”
“What does it look like?” You leaned back in your seat, tapping your pencil against the table.
“Me.”
You nodded softly.
“I didn’t know you could do this. I-I mean, I’ve seen other things you’ve drawn…. But this is….”
“I can do more than just patch up your little soldiers.”
Roche placed the book down in front of you, his eyes still seemingly glued to the portrait of his face.
“I look constipated.”
“That’s how you always look.” You hummed. Your eyes stayed on him, now admiring the new angle you could see him at since he was almost towering over you. “My mother always wanted me to be an artist. She always said that I had potential to be grand. Perhaps in another life.”
“In another life.” Roche repeated quietly. He turned his attention down to you. “Artistry would never suit you. You enjoy stabbing people with those needles of yours far too much.”
“I only enjoy stabbing you.” You teased. He leaned down to kiss your head. “But you are right. It would never be something I want to do forever. It’s too…. boring.”
“But you are fantastic at it.” His hand found the space between your shoulder blades.
“Thank you. Now will you come to bed? I am exhausted.”
I requested this a while ago, but, I’m guessing that tumblr probably ate it 😅 but how about Roche X reader where Roche has a nightmare and the reader comforts him?
A/N: Ah tumblr did! Tumblr hates me I swear :( I'm sorry about that! I hope you like this! I miss writing for Roche! I haven't written for him in so long, I absolutely love him
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Roche jolted awake, the sound of clashing swords and shouting still echoing in his ears. His heart racing his chest threatening to break through his ribs if he didn’t find it in himself to calm down.
You stirred in the bed to his right, reminding him of where he was. He was safe at home. There was no danger lurking around the corner, no matter how much his mind was trying to fool him.
Roche turned on to his side so that he could focus on you. He learned a long time ago that you calmed him better than any stupid breathing or counting technique you tried to teach him.
Your back was to him, the blanket pulled up just over your hips.
As his brown eyes glided over your sleeping form, they stopped at every scar that crossed your back.
There was one just beneath the left side of your ribs. It was a particularly thick and jagged scar. Roche could recall almost exactly where it came from. You had been shot with an arrow just a year after meeting him. If it hadn’t been for an Elvan healer, you would have died.
The next scar he found was along your spine. There were a few thin, scratch-like markings located in the middle of your back. Just last year, a wagon you had been traveling on was ambushed. There was a fiery explosion that threw you on to the dirt road, causing the markings. Roche had his own fair share of scars to come from that ambush as well.
As he starts to recall the memories that come with the next few scars, Roche found that doing so isn’t calming. If anything, the memories lead to a sinking feeling in his stomach. The desire to vomit began to form, but he knew that it was only because of how often you had come close to death.
His heart began to beat frantically again. Breathing was no longer an easy function. He needed to get out of bed. He didn’t want to walk you up.
Roche began to sit up, pushing the blankets off of himself.
But in doing so, you felt the bed move and shift. You had never been a very heavy sleeper.
“Roche?” You turned over on your back so that you could look at him.
He brushed a hand through his messy dirty blond hair, taking in a shaky breath.
“Go back to bed, Y/N.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” He answered a little too quietly.
His reply didn’t bring you comfort. Something was wrong.
As he turned for the door, you saw that his hands were trembling by his sides.
“Don’t leave, please.” Your voice was quiet. Roche stopped just shy of reaching the door. “Stay, Vernon.”
“I just…. I have to check on things.”
“Did you hear something?”
“No.”
You were quiet for a few moments.
“This place is safe, Roche. We don’t have to worry about anything.”
“If we start to think like that, then we will end up dead.”
“Come to bed, Roche.”
He let out a heavy breath before turning on his heels to return to the bed. As he settled down on the bed, you inched closer to him.
“Did something happen?”
He shook his head stubbornly, but you knew him better than that.
You kissed his shoulder and rubbed his arm.
“I can feel when something is wrong with you, you know.”
“Then we have known each other far too long.”
You smiled a little. Perhaps you had known him for too long.
Roche was quiet for a few minutes. He turned his head to look down at you, brown eyes holding your gaze.
“Thinking about how often you are hurt…. It’s upsetting.”
“I don’t get hurt that often.”
“You get hurt enough.”
You rested your cheek on his shoulder.
“Was it another dream of me dying?”
He stiffly nodded, eyes closing as he rested his chin on top of your head. You rubbed his arm again.
“Everything will be okay. I love you, and you know I’m not going anywhere.”
He gave you a little hum, though you know he doesn’t believe your words. Your line of work is unpredictable. He would love nothing more than to believe you, to trust that you aren’t going anywhere. But the truth of the matter was that he didn’t know when he would lose you, or even if he would get a tomorrow with you.
“Lay down with me, please?”
As the both of you laid down once more, you had him lay his head upon your chest. You began to brush your fingers through his hair while you hummed quietly.
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The candlelight slickered off of the walls of the tent. The wind gently blew, making a few tree branches above scratch against the thick canvas.
You rested on your back next to Roche, laying half on him. One of your arms was tucked underneath you while the other was resting on his stomach. You were snuggly fit into his side, his arm resting along the length of your back while the other was folded behind his head.
You lifted your head, curious eyes peering up at the commander.
He noticed this and looked down at you.
“What?”
“Nothing.” You turned your head to the side and placed your cheek over his heart.
His hand trailed up your spine, leaving goosebumps along the way, until he found your hair. Rough padded fingers combed through your messy strands.
“It’s getting late.” He commented.
“Would you like me to leave?” You asked, not daring to look up at him.
“No.” He sighed. “Stay a while longer.”
You nodded as best as you could, your fingers tracing the scarring on his abdomen. His skin was warm and a little sticky from the thin layer of sweat that covered you both.
“If I stay any longer, I might fall asleep.” You warned, fighting the urge to yawn.
You didn’t want this moment to end. It wasn’t often that the two of you had time to lay like this, to just enjoy each other’s company. It wasn’t often that you could talk Roche into laying in the peaceful silence with you.
“Then I will carry you to your tent.” He said, voice quiet and a little timid.
“And risk the others seeing us?” You lifted your head, brows drawing together. “Thought you wanted to keep us from everyone else.”
Brown eyes found yours, studying you for a few heartbeats.
“I don’t care who knows.”
You could hear it in his voice, hear that tone he used when he was trying to hide something that really bothered him. Luckily, you knew what was bothering him.
Earlier in the day, you had been attacked on your way back to camp. One of your fellow soldiers managed to escape, running back to the Blue Stripes encampment and telling the commander that everyone else in the group had been slaughtered.
Roche immediately sent the majority of his remaining soldiers to the sight of the attack. He led them, anxious and terrified.
You were pinned beneath the overturned cart with one of your comrades laying nearby. Their body provided you with cover when the ones who attacked you came through looking for any survivors. You had his body laying across you, shielding much of you from the enemy. You were able to pretend being dead, keeping your eyes open and staring blankly ahead.
Roche had practically lifted the cart off of you himself, falling to his knees at your side. You were covered in mud and splatters of your blood, but it wasn’t yours thankfully.
You had never seen Roche look so worried, so scared.
“Vernon.” You said his name softly.
“Hm?”
“Look at me.”
He didn’t comply immediately. His eyes found yours, a frown still etched on to his lips.
“I’m here.”
“I know.”
“You’re thinking about earlier.” You rested your chin on his chest just above his left pec.
“Yes.” He answered, even though it wasn’t a question.
“I’m fine. I am okay. I’m right here with you. You don’t have to worry.”
“I’ll always worry.” His hand came up to the back of your head, pulling you closer so he could kiss your forehead.
The man before you was acting more affectionate than he normally would, more tender and sensitive than he normally would. That’s how you knew he was still thinking about the event that took place earlier that day.
“What did you think when Milan told you that everyone had died?”
Roche shifted a little, turning his head to look across the room to the entrance of the tent.
“I felt sick almost instantly. I couldn’t bring myself to think of anything for a few minutes. All I could think about was you, was the last time I saw you. That smile on your lips as you climbed on to your horse…. Thinking that that was the last image I’d have of you alive.”
You kissed just above his left nipple, your hand gently rubbing his stomach.
“You know it will take far more than a little ambush to get rid of me.” You teased softly, the corner of your lips pulling up.
His hand came to hold your cheek, the pad of his thumb brushing over the apple of your cheek.
“I know. You are resilient and stubborn.”
You could hear his tone shift, hear the way he exhaled softly as if he had pushed out all of the dark thoughts swarming his mind.
“Get some rest.” He told you, shifting a little beneath you. “Today was eventful. You deserve it.”
“Are you sure you don’t mind me staying?”
“Don’t question my decisions.”
You chuckled, laying your head back down on his chest.
KISS PROMPTS 46 FOR ROCHE PLEASE IM A SLUT FOR THAT MAN AND THERE IS NO ROCHE CONTENT AHSHHDHD PLEASE AND THANK YOU
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46. Kiss on the ‘v’
“Ah! Fuck, Y/N!” Roche hissed.
“Sit still, Vernon.” You told him, reaching into the satchel on the floor next to you.
“Hard to keep still when you’re carving into me with that blade.”
“I’m trying to get the entire arrow out of you so you don’t go septic.”
He fell silent, choosing to grit his teeth together as you went back to the wound just above his left hip.
“Perhaps this will teach you to be more careful around bad guys with crossbows.”
“I was careful. Things just don’t always go to plan.”
“They don’t when you lead a band of idiots straight into an armed camp.”
“We had a plan, a strategy. And they aren’t idiots. They are my men.”
“Then you are the idiot.” You glanced up at him through your lashes before bringing your attention back down to his wound.
“You know, no one else in my battalion talks to me with such disrespect.” He said. Your eyes flickered up to look at him but you said nothing. “You are the only one who dares to speak to me in such a way.”
You said nothing in reply to him, focusing on your work.
“No one else openly ignores me either.”
You hummed, amused.
“Perhaps I will have to teach you a lesson.”
“You won’t be teaching me any lessons until this heals up.” You pulled out the last bit of the arrowhead and placed it on the table beside the cot Roche was on.
He groaned.
“That, Commander, could have killed you.” You nodded to the fragments.
“You’re rather dramatic, aren’t you?” He propped himself up on one elbow, hissing at the pain when he moved the wrong way. “It’s going to take more than a little arrow to kill me.”
“If the arrow had hit any further right than what it did, you would’ve bled out before your men were able to get you here to my tent.” Your teasing tone dropped as you stood up and moved to retrieve something from your desk. “Then what would I have done without you?”
“You would have been sent wherever those men outside go.”
“That’s not what I meant, Vernon.” You picked up the tin of salve and turned back to him. You took your bottom lip between your teeth. “What if I lost you? Not my commander. Not my superior. Just…. You.”
He held your gaze for a few moments before looking down at the wound.
You let out a soft breath and moved back to your seat.
“You’d have gotten on just fine without me, love.” He spoke quietly.
You said nothing, keeping your focus on his wound. You opened the tin and set it down on the bed next to Roche’s thigh.
He hooked two fingers beneath your chin and tilted your head up, giving you no choice but to look at him. Brown eyes softened when yours met his.
“Don’t ignore me.”
“Then don’t say something so stupid.” You moved your head from his grip, dipping two fingers into the salve and applying it to the bandage that would go over his wound.
“You know the risks I take every day, Y/N. You knew this before we ever…. before we….” He couldn’t get it out, get out what you two were. Did you even have a title?
“That doesn’t mean I’d be okay if anything happened to you.” You wiped your fingers off on a rag. “I care about you, Vernon. Is that so difficult for you to understand?”
“Yes.” He admitted, letting his head fall back on to the pillows. “I don’t deserve someone like you.”
“You deserve good things.”
“But not you.” He firmly shook his head.
You sighed gently, leaning down to kiss the V line just below his wound. Your lips brushed over the muscle that formed the line.
He jolted from the contact, unsuspecting to your touch.
“Well, you have been wrong before, Commander.” You stood to your feet, trailing your fingertips along the center of his defined torso. “Get some rest.”
“Where are you going?” He drew his brows together, watching you move towards the exit to the tent.
You looked back at him, offering him a little smile before slipping out of the tent.
I love Roche so much. Please may I request a scenario to him asking you out after realising he was in love with you :)
There you go :DI hope it’s alright, that I wrote this scenario in Roche’s pov.
Roche knew you since the start ofhis career as he ranked to be a commander of the Temerian military. He alwaysgot your back and you got his. As the days passed by, both of you fought manybattles for Temeria, some were easy to fight, but others seemed like a deathpenalty, yet you always managed to survive. No one of you would have withoutthe other. Overtime Roche developed more than a mere bond of companionship foryou. He always tried to hide his feelings, to lock them away, but every time hefought with you the only thing he thought of was your safety. When you got hurtin battle, rage brooded inside of him, making him fight even harder. And withevery day it was harder to contain those feelings.Roche realized his feelings for you on the day before once more, when both ofyou were on a mission, you got badly hurt. The mission proceeded successfully,yet he felt remorse inside. If only he would have reacted faster, but hecouldn’t change it now and sitting around in pity wasn’t helpful for anyone, hewas aware of that. So he decided to visit you in the hospice.
A physician renewed the bandages around your arm, where a deep cut was visible.Roche felt how feelings of guilt rose up again. The physicians said youwouldn’t be able to fight for a while now. You would never be able to hold asword properly again if a heavy infection would set in.“How are you feeling today?”, Roche said as he stepped near you.“Much better, the worst is over. The pain is indeed bothersome, but nothingworse than I’ve already experienced before”, you explained, nodding as a signof gratitude to the physician as he was finished putting a new bandage aroundyour injury. “Can you please help me to get up and help me walking back to my tent? It’sstill a bit hard for me”.“Of course”, he carefully pulled your arm in order to lift you and put his armaround your upper body to stabilize you.“Thank you”.The both of you walked in silence.“It was my mistake”, Roche broke the silence.“It was not your fault. I just wasn’t careful enough. You can’t always protectme at the right time. I can’t either”, you corrected him, turning your gaze tohim.“I could have prevented this injury”, he looked away, escaping your eyes.“You need to look at me, when I talk to you”, you said, “Please”.He did with hesitation and looked at your bright eyes as he knew them from thefirst time you met. He was always fascinated by this pair of eyes. They alwaysgave him hope.“I am aware of the consequences, but there is still a ray of hope. An infectionis very unlikely”, you enunciated, “Also I still have another perfectlyfunctioning arm I can fight with”. You held the other arm up to demonstrate,“So do not be worried, all of us fight risky battles and it was only a matterof time something like this would happen. It could have happened to you aswell. Instead of focusing on the bad things, let’s focus on the positivethings, alright?”.“Right”, Roche agreed, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-”“Don’t feel sorry all time”, you interrupted him, with a delightful laughter,“It is really nice of you, to think of me and look after me”.Your cheerfulness was contagious. Roche felt like a heavy weight got liftedfrom his shoulders, replaced by his heart beating at a fast pace. He clearedhis throat to cover up his nervousness. He felt the urge to lock his feelingsaway again as always. He took a deep breath to organize his thoughts.“Is everything alright?”, you gave him a confused look.“Yes, everything as it should be”, Roche cursed himself. He struck the greatestbattles, yet wasn’t able to confess his feelings.‘Curse it’, he thought. You revealed his guilt, so he might as well reveal hisromantic feelings for you.“Actually I have a question for you. Which I intended to ask you for a longtime now”, he began.“I’m listening”.“I can’t get you out of my mind anymore. In every fight, I’m worried about you.I don’t even care for the victory, I just want to see you unharmed. I feelregret and guilt when you do get struck. And every time you save me, I’m gladit was you and not someone else”, he explained, taking a deep breath, “Youprobably don’t have any plans tomorrow, so may I visit you again? I bring thefinest wine and food in all of Temeria”.“You mean like on a date?”.“Yes, exactly like that”.“Sure”.“Really? Am I even worth your time?”, he doubted your words. He didn’t expectthat outcome.“Why not? I was actually thinking about you too for a while now in the sameway. I just didn’t seem to find the right words to be clear about my feelingsfor you. And now at this moment, I couldn’t be any happier”, you explained,smiling.“So, uhm, I see you tomorrow?”, he inquired.“For the last time, yes”, you laughed cheerfully.As he stepped out of the tent, Ves stood there.“It was about time now. Seeing your face always in a bright red was likelistening to a bard with a terrible voice”, she joked.
