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yeetmeoutthewindowdaddy · 2 months ago

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Tsundere Rolan (Part 2)

Part 2 of a (one-sided) enemies-to-lovers fic about Rolan x himbo bard/marital class Tav.

(Decided to make Tav part minotaur because Rolan needs to be dicked down by a huge peen I can.)

● Tsundere Rolan master list

Part 2 (this part) takes place a few days after Part 1.

Content: Sibling teasing, meddling siblings, manipulating your brother and his crush in the name of love, awkward situations, mild smut, Tav and Rolan are blue balled.

TW: None that I can think of.

I color-coded the dialogue for Rolan, Lia, Cal, and Tav.

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Rolan was having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad tenday.

For the past four days his siblings had been whispering and conspiring against him— to what end he did not know, nonetheless Rolan was wary of the ornery glint in their eyes.

And as if dealing with whatever shenanigans his impudent siblings were planning wasn't enough, for the past three days he's also had to contend with Tav visiting the store.

Rolan couldn't fathom why the large dolt kept coming into Sorcerous Sundries— the bard didn't possess enough intellectual acuity to effectively utilize any of the wares the store carried.

As if to rub salt in his wound, Tav refused to speak with anyone other than Rolan. He wouldn't speak with Cal, nor Lia, nor his simulacrum— he'd only talk to Rolan himself. To make matters worse he'd ask some of the most inane questions that Rolan had ever heard, and when he'd deign to answer Tav's queries the man's eyes would glaze over, vacuously staring at Rolan as he wasted his time.

Rolan had decided that no matter how annoying Tav was, he wouldn't be speaking with him today. Which is why he was hiding in the storage room taking inventory.

Gods, Rolan lovedathed Tav. He hated how Tav would adorably cock his head to the side when he made an inquiry. He hated how Tav's hunky large frame was practically the only thing he could see when the other man stood before him. Rolan hated how the deep timbre of Tav's voice went straight to his cock made him stupidly horny feel even smaller than he already is when standing next to Tav.

He hated how being the sole focus of the bard's attention gave him butterflies nauseated him. Rolan hated how Tav's muscles deliciously flexed when he moved. He hated how he would get lost in Tav's beautiful green stupid eyes. Rolan hated how he actually enjoyed didn't mind being around Tav. But most of all Rolan hated how much he wanted to suck Tav's d-

Rolan's musings were suddenly cut short as he was jolted out of his daydreaming.

"Toril to Rolan? Hellloooooo." Lia said as she waved her hand in front of his face.

"What?" He asked Lia, rapidly blinking as he reacclimated to reality.

"Do we have anymore Vitriol of Weavemoss in stock?" Lia asked, concern etched on her face as she repeated the question to Rolan for the fourth time.

"Oh." Rolan dumbly replied.

"...Well?" Lia prompted.

"'Well', what?" Rolan asked, irked by his sister's presence.

"Okay, what's going on with you Rolan? You've been acting weird all day." She asked, her voice ladened with concern.

Rolan shook his head to help clear his mind as he replied, "Apologies, I've been lost in thought."

Lia's brows shot up her forehead, "You're apologizing, unprompted?" she asked, astonished at Rolan's uncharacteristic behavior.

"Okay, now I know something is wrong." She said as she crossed her arms and gave Rolan a no-nonsense look.

"Nothing is wrong, but thank you for your concern." Rolan quickly tried to assuage her worries— he didn't want to tell her that he was thinking indecent thoughts about Tav.

She eyed him suspiciously, "'Thank you for your concern?' Do I look like a nosy customer to you? You're not a shape-changer who replaced my brother, are you?"

"No. I'm not a shape-changer Lia. You know that we have arcane wards, which I personally installed myself, to prevent them from entering the shop in disguise." Rolan tersely replied.

"Well, your definitely my brother! No matter how practiced a shape-changer is they'd never be able to perfectly duplicate your angry nose scrunch." Lia teased while emphatically nodding.

"So what was on your mind?" She asked.

"Nothing." Rolan curtly replied.

"Nothing? You weren't thinking about anything?" Lia asked dubiously.

"I wasn't thinking about anyone!" Rolan hastily retorted.

He realized he slipped-up when Lia's expression shifted from suspicion to sadistic glee.

With her tail swishing in amusement Lia inquired "OoOoo, who were you thinking about Rolan?"

"I wasn't thinking about anyone, Lia." Rolan hissed.

"I bet I know who you were thinking about." Lia teased in a sing-song voice.

"Who's, ugrh, Rolan thinkin' 'bout?" Cal breathlessly asked as he struggled to carry a large, heavy-looking box into the storage room.

"NO ONE!" "TAV!" Rolan and Lia replied at the same time.

Cal put the heavy crate down with a small "Oof."

"H-hells that was heavy... Tav? Yeah... hah... that tracks." Cal panted, leaning against the crate he had just set down.

Rolan's tail lashed in annoyance, "I WASN'T THINKING OF TAV!" he refuted.

Lia suddenly pointed at Rolan with excitement, "You're blushing!" She exclaimed.

"I am not blushing." Rolan said, while blushing.

"You are!" Lia argued.

"I AM NOT!" Rolan denied as he blushed harder.

"You're blushing." Cal interjected before his siblings could devolve into a childish "Am not! Are too!" argument (again).

"HA!" Lia boasted.

"I am flushed from anger, I am not blushing." Rolan ground out, glaring at both Cal and Lia.

Rolan's objections only served to send his siblings into hysterics.

"What're y'all laughing about?" Tav asked as he entered the (entirely too small for him) storage room.

Rolan blushed flushed harder upon seeing Tav.

"Hey Tav! How've you been?" Cal cheerfully greeted, easily distracting the bard.

"Hi Cal!" Tav responded, before eagerly telling Cal about his day.

Rolan warily glanced over at Lia, who had been suspiciously quiet the entire time that Tav had been present.

A smug look adorned her face.

Rolan's glowered and gently shook his head 'no'— he didn't know what she was planning, but he knew that he didn't like it.

"Tav," Lia began, obstinately staring Rolan in the eyes.

"would you mind helping Rolan back here while Cal and I go man the store?" She continued, changing the look on her face to one of innocence as she turned to face Tav.

"Sure! No problem!" Tav readily agreed.

"I don't need any help!" Rolan countered.

Everyone ignored him; his siblings because they wanted him to get together with Tav, and Tav because he thought that Rolan was just being his usual tsundere self.

All too soon Rolan found himself locked in the too-small storage room, alone, with Tav.

"I think they locked the door." Tav stated the obvious.

Rolan crossed his arms as he glowered at Tav.

"I don't need any help." He reiterated.

The part-minotaur's face lit up when Rolan addressed him.

"I know you don't need any help Rolan. Even so— I'd like to help you." Tav placatingly assured.

The mage pursed his lips as he thought over his options. He could use the keys he carried on him, or the knock spell, to unlock the door.

…But Rolan did actually need to take inventory, and for as lacking as Tav is in his mental prowess— he is usefully tall. And if Rolan saves his spells instead of expending them on levitating himself then he can use them to get back at Lia, and Cal, later.

What a convenient excuse to stay in a cramped room with his crush perfectly reasonable line of thinking, good job Rolan!

"...Fine, you can stay and help." Rolan acquiesced.

Tav's smile was blinding.

"B-but I have a few rules!" Rolan quickly added.

Tav adorably stupidly tilted his head.

"Firstly, no inane questions. Secondly, no unnecessary chatter. Thirdly, you aren't to touch anything unless I explicitly instruct you to." Rolan firmly laid out his rules.

"Am I clear?" He asked.

"Shut up and don't touch anything that you don't tell me to, I got it!" Tav replied with two thumbs up, completely unperturbed by Rolan's abrasiveness.

"Good, then lets begin." Rolan said.

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They worked in surprisingly comfortable silence for a good while.

"Put this Vitriol of Oleander on the shelf up there." Rolan absently instructed Tav, pointing to a shelf behind himself but not moving out of the way.

"'Kay." Tav responded, shrugging when the tiefling didn't move— Tav was tall enough that he could lean over Rolan and still reach the shelf.

Which is how Rolan abruptly found himself with his back pushed against the shelves, boxed in by Tav's arms.

Rolan's heart started pounding.

Tav was so much bigger than him, all muscles and sinew. Rolan hadn't realized that the bard had unlaced his shit until his face was practically buried in the valley between Tav's pecs.

Rolan took in a sharp breath, which made everything better worse.

Tav smelled good.

The thick hair on the minotaur's chest trapped heat and sweat, creating a musk that was unique to Tav. Rolan should have found it revolting, and if it were anyone else he would have been disgusted instead of aroused.

Rolan must have made some kind of sound, because the other man curiously peered down at him.

"You alright Rolan?" He inquired.

"You look really flushed, you should prob-" Tav began to say that Rolan should take a break, until he saw how blown out the mage's pupils were.

Rolan was looking up at Tav through his lashes, making the quintessential bedroom eyes at him.

They stayed frozen in place, Tav internally panicking/celebrating and Rolan not thinking beyond 'horny'. The air around them felt electrically charged. Rolan boldly grabbed the collars of Tav's shit and dragged him closer.

They drew nearer to each other, Tav bent down to reach Rolan's lips.

"SHIT! SORRY!" Cal exclaimed.

"Come on man, learn to knock." Tav said, frustrated.

"I did knock! Neither I nor Lia had seen you two leave the room, we assumed that Rolan had teleported out hours ago! I needed to get something from back here, and I knocked just in case you two were in here snogging— but I don't think you heard me!" Cal frantically explained, his face aflame.

Rolan finally snapped out of his (initially horny, then mortified) daze.

"We were NOT s-snogging!" Rolan's voice cracked part way through his denial. He began to push against Tav's chest.

"G-gods damn it Tav, don't reach over me to p-put something away!" Rolan made a poor show of his supposed displeasure.

Tav backed up to give him space, which was when Rolan realized that he had a very obvious erection.

Based on the proud look on Tav's face, and the horrified look on Cal's, they also noticed his very obvious erection.

Rolan teleported himself away.

Both Cal and Tav were left in awkward silence.

"Welp." Tav stated, still not facing Cal in a bid to hide his erection.

"Yup." Cal responded, at a loss for words.

Tav let out a long sigh before saying, "It's going to be impossible to get him to talk to me for a while."

"Yeah." Cal cringed, knowing Rolan would be in a horrid mood for the foreseeable future.

Then an idea struck the tiefling.

"He won't be able to bring himself to talk to you, unless talking to you is less awkward than the alternative!" Cal excitedly told Tav.

"Like what?" Tav inquired.

"Like me promising not to tell Lia about this fiasco if he invites you over for a private dinner to 'clear the air' between you two." Cal giddily explained.

Tav incredulously laughed, "You act sooo innocent, but you're just as bad as Lia is— maybe even worse!"

Cal "innocently" blinked at Tav.

"Thanks, but I'd rather not be knowingly complicit in manipulating your brother." Tav seriously told Cal.

"...But if you didn't know?" Cal slyly inquired.

"But I do know." Tav flatly stated.

After a moment of contemplation Cal spoke,

"I can work with that!" He merrily said before turning tail and sprinting away.

Tav sighed again and thunked his head against the shelf. He finally understood why Rolan complained about his siblings so much.

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