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Light in the shadows

Rolan smut, NSFW, minors don't interact, please

Huge thanks to @commander-krios for proofreading and for all of the comments, suggestions and corrections! You’re amazing!

Rolan x fem!reader smut, Reader is one of the tiefling refugees from Elturel, afab, she/her. No y/n used. She's been friends with our favorite tiefling bachelor and decides to make her move during the tiefling party that they should have after act II. Tav appears and is gn (they/them)

CW | spoilers for acts I and II with mentions of violence, cursing, p in v, oral (m and f receiving), fingering, spells used for sex (including detect thoughts – consensually), Rolan's POV for a moment, biting and hickeys, tail play, Rolan is insecure about his body at first, dom Rolan, dirty talk, edging, Karlach x Shadowheart makes an appearance because I love them

Word count | 5,5k

Note: I tried to keep the spells as correct as possible (including components, duration and spell slots) because I am fun like that. If I messed something up about that please let me know! English is my second language so any tips and corrections about my writing are more than welcome!

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It was a nightmare. All of it. If not for blood pouring down your temple, sharp pain in your side and pounding in your head, you could pretend it was all a bad dream, that you would soon wake up from. Saying the shadow-cursed land was unwelcoming would be an understatement, but the attack... The screams. Zevlor, the calm, brave, strong Zevlor, just froze. Cal, Lia, and many others were dragged away. Others were bleeding out in the dirt. Some of you tried to fight, Rolan yelled to fall back, protecting the kids with everything he had. If not for his well-aimed spells, and the fight Cal and Lia put up keeping the cultists busy, none of you would have made it to the unexpected sanctuary of Last Light Inn.

Rolan took care of your wounds as best as he could. Despite your protests, he convinced the lovely cleric, Isobel, the woman responsible for the safety of the Inn, to come downstairs and lend some of her magic to help with your head injury.

Even though he went to great lengths to ensure your comfort, you could see all of his thoughts were preoccupied with his siblings' kidnapping and his perceived guilt in their capture. He was drinking himself numb, screaming at the kids who were just trying their best to show gratitude for all he'd done. He even lashed out at Tav when they offered help. Luckily for all of you, Tav not only brought Cal and Lia back safe and sound, but they also found, saved, and sent back to the Inn a slightly tipsy Rolan, who had disappeared to rescue his family on his own without accepting any help.

He did apologize to Tav afterward and thanked them for saving his ass, but gods, you and his family had to force it out of him with threats of violence.

You weren't that close before. You were good friends with Lia back in Elturel. It’s how you met him the first time. You liked him. He was fun to be around, although you would never feed his ego by telling him that, or risk being mercilessly made fun of by Lia, by sharing it with her. He was smart and funny, even if a little snarky and grumpy. You thought it was only natural that the difficulty and stress of your current situation brought you closer together. It didn't mean anything. Although you couldn’t help noticing him not being that attentive towards anyone else after all of you got to safety and could tend to your wounds. But you didn't want to give yourself hope. You couldn't. Life was difficult enough without getting your heart broken if you let yourself believe he might feel about you how you feel about him.

Right?

After what you heard was a terrifying and exhausting battle, the curse devouring this land was finally lifted. The sky started clearing up. A small party sounded like a pleasant idea, not unlike the gathering you held at Tav's camp after they helped you back at the grove.

And now you sit here, wine bottle in hand, watching with glee as everyone laughs and dances, celebrating the victory and honoring the fallen. Tav told you the truth about Zevlor. You can't find it in you to be angry at him. Honestly, you are just happy he survived and escaped.

Cal and Lia are on the other side of the room laughing, bothering Rolan about something. He lets out a frustrated groan, but the music of Alfira’s lute and the noise of conversation around them drown out what they are saying. You just look at them, smiling, happy to see them safe, happy to see Rolan relaxing in his own way, with his family by his side.

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“Come on, she's been pining for you for so long. And she's not subtle about it either. How can you not see it?” Lia is a little too loud for Rolan's comfort but everyone around them doesn't seem to notice anyway, in the haze of celebration. “I mean, I know I'm pretty great, but she wasn't coming to visit so often just to see me.”

“That’s a lovely tale, but I would appreciate it if you stopped spinning it. You are seeing things that are not there.”

“Gods, you are the dumbest smart person I know.”

“Are you also gonna pretend,” Cal chimes in, “your tail doesn't sweep the floor like you're a godsdamned kitten when she's talking to you?”

Rolan groans, hiding his face in his hands, trying to feign annoyance, while his cheeks and ears burn.

The truth is he couldn't believe you'd ever even look at him. In his eyes, you were a strong warrior, someone who he had once seen kill two people with one swing of a sword. Powerful, strong, courageous. And he's just a scrawny wizard who keeps getting his ass kicked. While he appreciates his siblings' attempts to support him, the amount of faith they are putting in his chances is ridiculously unrealistic.

He's going to try, one day, when he might have a chance. But he's not going to delude himself that he has it now.

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“Unless you are casting a sending spell, I don't think he's gonna be able to read your mind.” Tav sits next to you and nudges your shoulder, pointing at Rolan with a quick nod. “I’m sure Cal and Lia, as happy as they are to be reunited with him, won't mind if you steal your boyfriend for an hour or two for some… relaxation… upstairs.”

What?

“What?”

“Hey, I know there's not much privacy on the road and this might be your last night under a solid roof for some time. I imagine it must be hard for couples to spend quality time together in such circumstances.” They don't sound like they're teasing. In fact, Tav sounds painfully sincere and supportive.

‘Couples’.

‘Boyfriend’?

“I— I'm not… I mean… We…” You trip over your own words, not sure what to say. “We are not a couple.”

“Oh.” The surprise on their face is confusing you. Why would they think you are a couple? Were you that obvious with your crush that they just assumed this level of openly shown adoration must mean an established relationship? That would mean Rolan must see it too. What if he starts pushing you away, displeased with your feelings for him? “Well, apologies for assuming.” They rub the back of their neck, clearly embarrassed. “I just saw how attentive he was… and the way Cal and Lia were talking about you… Sorry, didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“It's alright, no apology needed.”

You sit in silence for a moment but it keeps bugging you.

“What did Cal and Lia say?”

“Well, how happy they are that Rolan and you ‘found each other’ and how ‘less unbearable’ he is when you're around… Like I said, I didn't know they meant friendship and it was rude of me to assume.”

Oh.

“I see,” you say and turn to look around the room. No matter how hard you try you can't not think about it. You would think the two of you were a couple if you heard them speak like that. It spreads warmth in your chest knowing Rolan's siblings see your influence on him that way. Your thoughts might be too obvious in your expression because Tav nudges you again.

“You wouldn't mind that though, huh?”

Your skin is naturally red. Usually, it’s hard to see blush on your face, but now you are convinced a blind person would notice.

“Don't be embarrassed. There’s enough darkness in the world to be negative about, some love here and there is what truly makes everything worth it.” They smile at you with encouragement. “And… he has been staring at you throughout our entire conversation.”

You look up and the moment Rolan's eyes meet yours he looks away, his face slightly darker.

“I know it's not my business and far be it from me to mingle in your love life… but it's rare to have a moment of peace like this. Go talk to him, enjoy the celebrations.” They get up and wander off to talk to other people. After all, they're the hero of the hour everyone wants a piece of. Again.

And…they're right. You probably won't try to make a move, but you can't let your confused heart stop you from spending time with your friends. Especially after all you've been through. As soon as you walk up, Lia puts her arm around you and hugs you.

“I thought you were gonna sulk there alone forever! Is your head acting up again?” she points at the almost-healed wound on your temple.

“Oh no, I can barely feel it.”

You smile. It's nice. Cal is leaning against the wall, wine bottle in hand. Lia is holding you with her arm around your shoulders.

You start with small talk, but in your current situation, weather and gossip don't really hold up. But as soon as Lia mentions the upcoming threat of the Absolute army, Cal steps in.

“We can discuss it tomorrow. And the day after that. Today, let's talk about nice things. Like Rolan finally getting that big boy job in Baldur's Gate.”

Up until now, you tried not to pay too much attention to Rolan, being very self-aware of your gestures, but now you can do it unsuspiciously. There is something in the way he is leaning against the table, in his relaxed posture, in the lazy smile, that is making you melt a little.

“Oh yes, it almost makes me want to treat you with more respect,” Lia laughs, poking Rolan in the ribs with her finger. “The Great Wizard Rolan of Elturel!”

“Ha… ha… love the respect.” Rolan rolls his eyes and straightens his robe where she wrinkled it slightly. You can't help but follow his hands’ movement with your eyes, wishing to feel them on your skin.

What is wrong with you? You are trying to have a conversation and your mind just wanders off into territories you would prefer not to explore in a room full of people.

“I did say ‘almost’.”

Your eyes meet Rolan's again. He smiles, almost shyly, and his cheeks darken. You fight the urge to look away. Maybe thanks to Tav's encouragement, maybe because of the wine, you hold his gaze and return the smile.

“Well, look at that,” Cal says loudly and hurriedly finishes the wine in his bottle. It takes him a few chugs, too many to be fully comfortable. “My wine is finished. Lia, wanna go get some more?” He gives his sister a look that you cannot fully decipher before they both walk away, leaving you and Rolan alone. You move to stand next to him, taking Cal’s place by the wall.

“It's good to see you feeling better,” he says, shifting ever so slightly like he's trying to stand closer to you.

“I could say the same thing about you.” You catch yourself moving closer. “You were a wreck without these two.”

“They're… they're family.” He looks down, his fingers clench on the edge of the table, and his brow furrows. Even after everything, he still blames himself.

“I know.” You give his hand a sympathetic squeeze and his entire body tenses. Oh shit. Did you overstep a boundary? “Sorry,” you mumble, panic taking over your body as you move your hand away, trying to take a step back, but Rolan reaches out to you quickly and takes your hand in his.

“No! No, it's… thank you.”

He doesn't let go. You are only holding hands but it feels more intimate than anything you've ever done with anyone. Gods, you want him. You want to be close, to hug him, kiss him. You want to let him know how much you care, how dear he is to you. And if not now, then when? If he doesn't reciprocate, so be it. You are adults. Your friendship can survive a moment of embarrassment.

You take a step towards him, put your free hand on his chest, and press a kiss against his lips. You brace yourself for rejection as you start to pull away, but he doesn't let you. He puts his hand on your cheek and pulls you back in.

Kissing him feels right. Like his lips were made to be on yours. Like his hands belonged on the curves of your waist.

You are careful at first. Just relishing in the softness of the gesture. But when he parts his lips and you feel the warm flash of his tongue on your bottom lip, you are gone. Your hands find the front of his robes to pull him even closer. For a moment, you forget where you are but a heavy arm falling on your shoulder painfully reminds you.

“You two should get a room.”

You turn, letting go of Rolan in panic, but when you see the smiling, heavily intoxicated face of Karlach, you relax. “Get it? Cause we're in an Inn!” She laughs joyfully, swaying on her feet, and then wanders off, not even trying to walk in a straight line.

“Ugh, they are going to be so obnoxious about being right.” Rolan rubs the bridge of his nose.

“What are you talking about?”

“Well, Cal and Lia were trying to convince me… uh— that you…” he pauses and all of his confidence leaves him. But you are starting to understand and it makes your hearts flutter.

“I like you, if that's what you're getting at.” You spare him the embarrassment. “I really like you, Rolan.”

“Well, I gathered that.” He smirks and touches his mouth. “Do you… want to go upstairs?” He glances at Karlach who is now wrapping her arms around Shadowheart. “To ‘get a room’?”

You laugh and grab his hand.

“Sure, I'd love to.”

He pulls you behind him towards the stairs. “Have fun!” Lia says to you as you pass her by, and Rolan cringes, avoiding her gaze.

As soon as you leave everyone's line of sight, Rolan turns and takes your face in his hands.

“If I had known…” He is so gentle, fingers barely grazing your skin. His eyes wander around your face, drinking you in. “I wanted to wait until we got to Baldur's Gate and I became a wizard's apprentice and… when I'd finally be somebody… I would ask if you'd allow me to court you.”

“Rolan, what are you talking about?” You place your hands on his. “You don't need validation from some stuck-up jerk in his stupid tower to be somebody.”

“Actually, the Ramazith Tower is quite impress—”

“I adore you,” you interrupt. “You. Not what you can do or what you can become.”

You feel dizzy. He's so close.

He kisses you again. Slowly. Purposefully. His tail wraps around your leg and pulls you even closer. You whimper as the tip, you're not sure if it's accidental or not, strokes the inside of your thigh. Rolan pauses for a split second before repeating the motion, this time definitely on purpose.

“Fuck— Rolan… I'm sure there's an empty room here somewhere,” you whisper, leaning your forehead against his shoulder. “I— Someone will hear us.”

“Well, if you can't stay quiet…” You can almost hear his smug smile before you feel his tail loosening its grip, getting more freedom of movement to climb up your leg and grind against your cunt.

You press your face into his chest in a desperate attempt to muffle a moan that is forced from your throat. He steadies you with a firm grip on your waist but doesn't stop.

You can't talk, you can't think, you can barely breathe. He has you wrapped around his finger and he hasn't even taken your clothes off yet. Every stroke brings you closer to release and makes it harder not to cry out in pleasure. You muster all of your self-control to grab his tail and move it away from you.

“Let’s find a room,” you say, voice hoarse. “So I can get you out of these robes and make you see stars.”

He swallows hard and tugs on your arm to lead you to a door in the corner. The door seems stuck at first, but one strong push gets it open. The room is not in the best state, most of the furniture is broken and scattered across the floor. The bed, except for dust and a few broken pieces of wood on top, is holding together pretty well though. A quick spell and a flick of his wrist from Rolan cleans the sheets enough for them to be almost presentable and even smell like lavender and vanilla. Flames appear on the candles that are still left on the walls.

“There are some advantages to bedding a wizard,” he says with a confident smile.

“I can't wait to learn what the others are.”

He places one hand on your cheek, pulling you into another kiss, and the other hand travels down until it stops between your legs. Him palming you through your leggings is enough to make you whimper. When he starts moving, his fingers circling your clit, your knees buckle underneath you and if Rolan didn't catch you, wrapping his arm around your waist and anchoring you against his chest, you might have fallen.

Even through the fabric, with movement restricted by both of your bodies pressing against each other, he brings you achingly close to release.

“Rolan… I— Gods…” Your breath is reduced to huffs and whimpers. He eagerly muffles them with a kiss so hungry and sloppy, it's all tongue and teeth clashing.

“Let go,” he whispers, breaking the kiss and letting you come up for air. “I've waited so long to see you come undone in my arms.”

As aroused as you are, the dry friction of the fabric becomes a little uncomfortable. You can't think of anything other than how much you want to get rid of all the clothing that separates you from Rolan right now.

“Take off your clothes then,” you say, shifting a little to move away from his touch. “And fuck me into tomorrow.”

You think you see his jaw tense up a little, but can't be certain in the dim light.

He leads you towards the bed and sits next to you, helping you get rid of your clothes, but when you gently tug on the hem of his robe he nudges your hand away.

“What's wrong?” This time you are sure something is bothering him.

“It's nothing,” he assures you, but his posture and tone of voice betray him.

“If you don't want to do this, you don't have to… I mean, obviously, you don't have to, but… I mean— I don't want you to feel pressured.”

“It's not that. I… really want this with you. I promise I will make you feel good.” He looks down and whispers to himself. “I just don't want you to see me.”

You know there's a lot of insecurities under Rolan's confident facade. He acts arrogant to hide how unsure of his abilities he is. He worries that Cal and Lia not being his blood means they don't see him as real family. He doesn't believe he is worth something in your eyes, or anyone else’s, until he proves himself in the city.

Despite all of that, you would never assume he felt insecure about his body. You always thought he would consider any focus on the physical appearance beneath him.

“Rolan... why?”

“I'm not exactly the… physical-prowess type. I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed with what you see.”

“I could never be disappointed with you. With anything about you.” You tangle your fingers with his and place a kiss on the back of his hand. “You can read me.”

“What?”

“Detect my thoughts. At any point, you can look into my mind. No need to warn me or even ask. Just look.”

You are scared. Scared that your feelings are going to overwhelm him, that they would be more than he is in for. But he needs to see for himself the way you feel about him.

“Are you serious?”

“Deadly.”

Rolan stares at you for a moment, wrestling with his thoughts, before leading your hand toward the clasp at the front of his robe.

With shaking fingers, you help him out of his robes and then the shirt underneath. You want to memorize every inch of his skin you uncover. You want to kiss every part of him. Feel every part of him. You slide off the bed and settle between his legs. He watches you wide-eyed as you unbutton his pants and pull his cock out.

You start slowly, licking the tip before moving up and down the shaft. Rolan lets out a ragged breath, clutching at the sheets. When you suck the tip into your mouth, he whimpers softly. But it's not enough. For you anyway. You want to feel him hit the back of your throat. Choke on him until tears stream down your cheeks. You want him to completely ruin you.

Your hands wander, stroking his thighs and then his stomach. Tracing the infernal ridges, you relish in the softness of his flesh as you dip your head down until your nose brushes his navel. Your throat contracts around his cock and gods, you love the sounds that he makes.

When you pull away briefly, only to dive right back onto his cock, Rolan shifts slightly and you hear shuffling of fabric where his discarded robe lies next to him, as he pulls a piece of copper from a pocket. Then he whispers words of a spell and you feel tingling in your head. You look up. Rolan's eyes are set on yours.

You allow him in your mind. Let him see everything. All the lust and yearning. How you try so hard to burn the view in front of you into your memory forever. The view of his chest raising with heavy breaths as you continue to suck his cock; Muscles in his forearms flexing under prominent veins; His soft stomach you want to lick and kiss and leave bite marks on. He was scared of undressing because his body is not built like a brick house but gods, and now also Rolan, know it's not what you want, not what you need. Every single part of his body sends shivers of lust through you. You want him, need him, in every way possible.

You drag your tongue against the side of his cock. You can feel his presence in your head fading as his focus falters and then completely disappears when you suck in your cheeks and take his whole length again. Tears form in the corners of your eyes in reaction to the gag.

Rolan caresses your cheek, pulling you away and wiping your tears with his thumb.

“I— Wow.” He helps you up and pulls onto his lap. He's holding you close, one hand gently scratching your back and the other gripping your thigh, his face awestruck as he stares into your eyes.

You hoped hearing your thoughts would put Rolan's mind at ease, but it did so much more than that. You can see a sudden surge of confidence that you didn't expect, even in him. He roughly grabs you and pushes you down on the bed, caging you with his arms.

“I am going to make you beg for me.” His voice is almost a growl in his throat. He lowers himself and without any further hesitation, dives down your body, his tongue pressing flat against your clit.

It's so much better than anything you imagined, and you imagined a lot. Every lick, every flick of his tongue sends a burning hot jolt of pleasure from your cunt through your entire body to the tips of your fingers and toes. You dig your nails into the sheets, trying to ground yourself. You buck your hips, begging for more friction, more pleasure, more.

You feel the tingling in your mind again and let him in immediately.

The coil in your stomach is getting tighter and tighter and you can feel that if he keeps going like that it will soon snap. That's when he stops. Raises his head and looks at you, smug and a little mischievous. He knows what he did.

“Rolan, what the fuck?”

“You need to be patient. I will take care of you, I promise. But I want to take my time.” Before you respond, his head is back between your legs. The spell connecting you fades, but he doesn't need it anymore to know when you are close. He listened to the change in the pitch of your moans. The slight difference in the way your body tenses. And he's always been a quick learner.

The buildup is even faster this time, and again, he brings you painfully close to release before stopping.

“You're mean,” you whimper, tears now streaming down your face.

“A little.” He chuckles but goes back to work immediately after he sees your muscles relax a bit. His grip on your thighs is unyielding, holding you in place so he can devour you.

You can feel your orgasm approaching again and you don't think you can take the teasing anymore. You reach down and grab Rolan's horn, holding to it like a lifeline. “Rolan, please… I can't— Let me finish… Please…” Your legs are shaking, your body burns. You feel like you're going to die if he pulls away now.

He doesn't. When he can see how close you are, this time he just looks up to watch as you cum on his tongue, keeping the pressure and tempo going as you ride out your orgasm. He only stops when you push him away, high in the afterglow.

“Hells, Rolan…”

“Told you I was gonna make you beg.”

“You fucking asshole,” you laugh, grabbing his hand and urging him to lie next to you. He complies, clumsily kicking his shoes and trousers off, cleaning his face that's still dripping with your slick with a quick spell. His cock is now digging into your thigh and he's littering your neck and shoulders with kisses. Gentle at first, then harder, with more teeth, leaving marks. You expected this possessiveness from him yet it still surprises you a little. He pulls your leg to rest around his hip. His tongue is soothing the bites and bruises he has left on your skin.

“Do you want to continue?” He raises his head and bucks his hips involuntarily, grinding against you.

“Fuck yes.”

You turn to him fully, wrapping your arm around him and pulling him closer. His lips, kiss bruised, are back on yours. You flip him on his back, straddling him, his cock between your folds, the tip hitting your clit as you start rocking your hips.

His grip on your thighs is strong, desperate. He guides your movement, pressing his head back into the pillow.

“Ride me,” he pleads, his nails digging deeper into the flesh of your legs. And how can you refuse, when he's asking so nicely?

You shift to press the tip of his cock against your entrance and then sit down taking him in one swift motion. He thoroughly prepared you with his mouth but the stretch still steals the breath from your lungs.

“Hells,” you sigh, stilling for a moment to adjust to him.

He whispers your name with a reverence usually reserved only for the gods. Then he whispers something else. A spell. And you feel a gentle pressure of the mage hand at your clit. You start rocking your hips and his cock starts pressing deliciously against all the right spots inside of you. He has to recast the mage hand every other minute but he does it without any delay, the moment it would disappear, it appears again, as if he's counting the seconds to make sure your pleasure never falters.

“Rolan, you fill me so well.” You don't even think about it, the words just spill from your mouth. But they don't go unnoticed. You can see Rolan's eyes darken as something changes in him. He grabs you roughly again and rolls over to be on top of you. The slow rolling of your hips is replaced by his thrusts. The first two are restrained, but then he picks up the pace. He steadies himself on his elbows, chest pressed against yours, breathing heavily in the crook of your neck.

“Say it again,” he groans into your ear. His voice is low, lustful. A demanding hunger, that mirrors your own.

“You make me feel so good— Gods…” Your sentence is cut short by a moan Rolan pulls from you, his mage hand steadily circling your clit. “I never want to stop doing this. You fuck me so well, Rolan.”

The sounds he is making are animalistic. His movement becomes erratic and soon you can feel him twitching, spilling into you. The warmth of his seed fills you and the sweet honey of his incomprehensible praises tickles your neck. The mage hand seems to flicker for a moment as Rolan's climax overwhelms him, but he quickly gets his bearings and the steady pressure on your clit is back. His cock is slowly softening as he pulls out, shifting to kneel between your thighs. You can feel his seed spilling out of you as your muscles contract and relax, grieving the loss of his cock. Rolan looks between your legs like he's hypnotized for a moment. Droplets of sweat are glistening on his chest, his hair is in disarray. He is so fucking handsome.

When you feel Rolan's fingers circle your entrance and then, carefully minding his claws, sink into you, the tension inside comes close to snapping again. Your back arches as you're inching closer and closer to release and then when it overflows you, your vision blurs, your whole body tenses and soon you are gently pushing Rolan's hand away, overstimulated.

As he pulls his fingers out, he casts a spell and you feel his seed disappear and your thighs and his fingers are clean and dry again. It puts your mind at ease, not having to worry about any surprises in a few months.

“I don't think I could ever get tired of that view.” Rolan cocks his head slightly, his gaze caressing your body. His tail wraps around your calf.

“Well, I could never get tired of presenting it to you.” You let out a breathless laugh, collecting yourself. You sit up and place a quick kiss on his lips. It feels almost out of place, the gentleness of it, after what you just did. Slowly both of you start putting your clothes on between the kisses and you want to ask if he would like to stay here or go back downstairs, but you don't get that chance.

The door opens with a thump as it hits the wall and two people stumble inside not even noticing you at first, their limbs tangled, their lips joined. You wouldn't even recognize them if not for blue flames engulfing the tall figure of Karlach accompanied by Shadowheart. Good for her. You see a flash when Dancing Lights is cast.

“Oh shit, sorry.” Karlach laughs, when she finally notices you, one arm around Shadowheart, the other rubbing the back of her neck. You can hear Rolan behind you struggling to put his robe over his shirt and trousers faster.

“Don't worry, we were just checking out.” You can't help but laugh. Normally the situation would be mortifyingly embarrassing but right now your heart feels so light you can't find it in yourself to be anything other than joyful. You grab Rolan's hand as he finishes tightening the last clasp on his robe, and pull him towards the door, grabbing your jacket from the floor on your way out. “Have fun!” You manage to say before the door shuts behind you. The muffled noises you hear from inside the room tell you they definitely were planning on having fun even without your encouragement.

“Well,” Rolan clears his throat, trying to regain the scraps of his dignity. “That's a less-than-ideal ending to our evening. But I'm sure there are many more evenings to come.” It's not a statement, not really. It's a question. And even though he's smiling, you can see a hint of panic and insecurity in his eyes. You grab his hand. It feels so nice to be able to do that.

“Of course. You are not getting rid of me that easily.”

His smile of relief could melt even the coldest heart of stone.

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forgeofthenine · 1 year ago

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Curious about a classic trope. Loved one hides and injury! Maybe s/o got injured and hid it away because they were too worried about Dammon/Zevlor/Rolan? How would the bachelor trio react to finding out their loved on hid an injury?

Thanks for requesting this one Anon, it was very fun to write <3

The bachelors when their partner hides an injury

Dammon

Believe it or not, despite being caught up in his work Dammon is actually very observant

As soon as you walk past him in the forge trying to hide a limp he's already downing his tools and scooping you up

Absolutely carries you inside and sets you down on a chair, the type to kneel in front of you and ask what happened

Dammon listens to everything you say as he rolls up your pant leg and checks your ankle/foot for injuries

Lets out little hums as he wraps it up to keep it stable

I hope you weren't expecting to walk by yourself while still hurt, that's just not happening

You can also expect a heart to heart with him another day where Dammon asks exactly why you wanted to hide the injury

He's honestly so good at communication, this man is husband material

Once he understands where you're coming from the two of you definitely talk things out, ending with Dammon pulling you onto his lap and giving you a kiss

Zevlor

He takes one look at you and just knows

Do you really think this man hasn't tried to hide his fair share of injuries?

Zevlor is breaking out the med kit right away

He's so experienced with emergency and small injury treatment from being a hellrider that he's got you patched up in no time

Doesn't matter if it's a cut, scrape, sprain, or particularly large bruise

Insists you take at least a couple days to rest and recover in bed, even just for his own peace of mind at this point

Another man that will ask why you wanted to hide it, he gives the vibes that he'd ask over dinner

Zevlors honestly so understanding, holds your hand the whole time you two are speaking

Absolutely tells you how he feels about everything too and it ends up being a very productive conversation

You'll notice that Zevlor holds you just a little bit tighter at nights for the next week or two

Rolan

Takes the longest out of all of the bachelors, but he still notices quicker than a normal person

He's so used to Cal and Lia hiding minor injuries from him that he knows what to look for

It's a great excuse for him to break out the new healing spell he's learnt, just sit still for a moment and you'll feel much better

In the moment he seems very unbothered, proud of his work even, but later you notice something is off

It's only when the two of you are snuggled up in bed, Rolan wrapping you up tight in his arms, that he brings up what's on his mind

Even if the injury was only minor, it does make his mind dwell on why you'd keep something like that from him

Please just reassure him that you didn't want to worry him, and he'll feel much better if you promise to tell him about future injuries

Expect at least a few kisses from him that night

If you go up to him a few weeks later with a paper cut Rolan will heal it with a spell while playfully acting like it's lifesaving treatment

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 x reader #bg3 x reader #baldurs gate 3 dammon #bg3 dammon #dammon x reader #baldurs gate 3 zevlor #bg3 zevlor #zevlor x reader #baldurs gate 3 rolan #bg3 rolan #rolan x reader #bri answers

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faerunsbest · 11 months ago

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Despite how much they love each other now at some point cal Lia and rolan were just kids, mean little grubby jelly beans who didn't think about what they said.

At some point in time it never occurred to either cal or Lia that rolan didn't feel like he's one of them or maybe they just didn't know?

Sometimes grumpy kids say awful things and they don't realize how awful it is until later much later.

Let's assume they all [the kids] share a room in a small apartment with their single struggling mum. Space is limited and they do step on each other's toes, cal and Lia are so close in age its easier for them to stay together during arguments.

It just is. Rolan being so much taller takes up more space even when he doesn't mean to.

So they argue they argue and cak or Lia winds up screaming at rolan, with all that young thoughtless hangry rage

That they wished he wasn't there. Then maybe they could be comfortable. By the time they've finished Rolan is breathing heavily, eyes glassy with his hands gripping the front of his shirt. They know what they said and the weight if it hits them like a ton of bricks and now... there's a stunning silenece...but for rolan trying to stay calm.

Cal and Lia bolt from the room, they don't didn't mean it. Why did they say that?

Unsure what else to do. Rolan looks around the room and begins picking it up, all the mess. He rolls up his own clothes into tight roll, trying to make sure everything of his fits into the bottom drawer. Out of the way.

When he comes out he doesn't see them, but he can hear them kicking around their mums room, wanting to be left alone.

In the kitchen he sees their mother rattling noisily about, frustration on her brow.

" can I help?"

She jumps at his small voice. She seems to glance into the cupboard and back to him

" actually I think I've forgotten to grab a few things from the market. Would you run out for me please?"

Happy to be of use, rolan slips into a coat riddled with patches and takes the small purse she hands him along with a small messy list and almost heads out.

At the door his mother stops him to kiss the space between his horns

" If there's enough, maybe a bit of sweet bread too?"

With a lopsided smile, he hurries out and down the hall out of sight.

A few minutes later, cal and Lia come out grumbling. They look around the living room, he isn't in his spot by the window, his little stack of books are gone. Cal points to the empty spot, Lia can feel something clamp tight in her chest before she bolts back the bedroom.

Cal immediately behind her, they freeze. Both of their beds are made nice and neat, lias with a little bear on its pillow. Rolans bed sits blank and bear, his blankets nowhere in sight. They begin frantically shouting for him ripping open the closet to find him hiding.

Where are his things!? They come out and cal sees a coat missing on the rack. His lip wavers

" mum, where's rolan?"

They watch her trying to pry open the shell of something they don't care about when she answers with mild annoyance.

"He went-ouch!"

She whipped her hand away sticking a finger in her mouth. She looks up stunned to see the pair suddenly falling apart, bawling and screaming at her. She drops what she's doing to try and figure out what's going on, impossible with them hiccupping and breaking their words into jagged parts.

a few moments later, the door creaks open and a very happy rolan steps in with an armful of grocery.

" mom! There was- what happened?"

He blinks at the scene his siblings have made of themself, knocked off his feet when they rush him.

" IM SORRY!"

" I DIDN'T MEAN IT!"

Their mother swift as can be manages to grab the bag from his arms before it can all go flying. She shakes her head at them unsure what argument is being resolved.

After dinner and clean up the place is quiet and empty. Their mother narrows her eyes suspicious of the silence before peeking into her own room.

She can't help the smile at seeing them all curled up together under her blankets, cal and Lia absolutely refusing to let go of rolan.

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #artbyale #rolan #bg3 rolan #cal #lia #tiefling #im doing this from my phone #be nice

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preciouslittle-bhaalbabe · 7 days ago

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Prev (the buildup before the buildup lol)

It took stealth, cunning, and ALOT of alchemists fire. But Aspen and the group managed to break the tieflings AND that prick Wulbren from the Moonrise prison. They guided them back to Last Light where Rolan had a slightly heated but happy reunion with Cal and Lia.

Now we're getting smutty >:3

tags: Smut with plot, Rolan x Named Tav (Aspen), PiV, oral (fem recieving), slight orgasm denial, bath sex (kinda), biting, some slight domminess from the both of them, emotional sex, fluff, aftercare.

I think I've corrected most spelling mistakes but I've been staring at this fic so long my eyes started to glaze over lol so be gentle please <3

Everyone's back at camp. Rolan is busy taking his bags and weapons off and sitting slumped over on a chair by the fire. Aspen, already in her nightclothes, approaches him.

"Love, I've managed to aquire a room at Last Light for us to spend some time together. Time alone."

"How in the hells did you manage that?"

"My wits and charming personality of course!"

Rolan smiles and raises an eyebrow.

"Ugh fine, I gave Jaheira 50 gold and a bottle of mead from our reserves. But don't worry, there's some wine in our room for us to share"

Rolan stands and rubs his aching back.

"Hm, lead the way then"

They head to their new shared room for the night. Aspen opens the door for him and follows him in, locking the door behind them. The room is sparse, but the bed has been cleaned up and given fresh linens. Lit candles are spread throughout the room. There's a bathtub full of hot water and soap bubbles, steam slowly rising from the surface. Next to it, a table with two glasses and a bottle of wine on top. A small stool sits nearby with two large fluffy towels neatly folded.

"This all your doing?"

"Of course"

"It's so...Romantic."

Aspen laughs. "Amazing what people will do for those they love isn't it? Right then, lets get you out of those clothes"

"Straight to business then huh?"

"Oh no mister 'I do everything alone', I'm taking care of you tonight."

Rolan shrugs and takes off the shirt he was wearing then gets to work on his belt. The toned muscles and ridges that line his torso still make Aspen weak in the knees. Aspen takes the shirt from him and folds it, setting it aside on the nightstand by the bed. He takes off his pants and she does the same with those.

"No undergarments today?"

"I might have left in a panic this morning"

"Hm, I'd say so. Right then, into the tub with you!"

Rolan removes his shoes then walks toward the bath. He then turns his head over his shoulder to see Aspen taking off her own clothes. Her body; lean, soft, and patterned with patches of golden scales along her chest, back, arms, and legs. She is still the most beautiful woman Rolan has ever seen. Finally, she unties the red ribbon in her hair. Her strawberry blonde waves cascade down her back and shoulders.

"Well? Gonna sit there gawking or get in?"

"You're beautiful."

"So are you, now hop to it."

He finally steps in the full tub and sinks himself into the water. It's perfectly warm. The ache in his muscles start to subside. He sits on one of the small built-in benches in the tub and splashes water on his face, slicking his hair back in the same motion.

"Gods, you're hot when you do that."

"You coming in or are we just gonna sit here staring at each other?"

Aspen smiles and walks over to the bathtub. Rolan reaches out and grabs her hand while she steps in. She stradles his lap and wraps her arms around his shoulders.

"This is nice"

"Mhm"

Aspen moves to his neck where she presses gentle kisses against his warm skin. Soft moans escape from his mouth as he runs his hands along her back. Aspen then moves to grab the bottle of wine. She pops the cork and pours them both a glass, handing one to Rolan and sitting next to him.

"Shall we propose a toast?" Rolan says.

Aspen laughs. "How about, 'To accepting help?"

"You're never letting me live this down are you? Ugh fine. To accepting help"

They clink their glasses then take a sip. Aspens eyes widen as she looks at the glass.

"Ooh I picked a good one".

They both set their glasses down and Aspen reaches for his hand under the water.

"Sit in front of me, love"

Rolan does what is asked and sits between her legs in the tub. He is slightly below her but the water only reaches up to his chest. Aspen then runs her hands through his wet hair and starts to massage his scalp. He melts into her and his eyelids start to flutter.

"Oh gods"

"Already making lewd noises and we aren't even having sex yet." Aspen giggles.

"I'm not the only one here with magic hands, it seems."

Aspen then moves her hands to his shoulders and continues the massage. Rolan is trying his hardest not to moan, but fails.

"It's alright love, it's just us. Let it out"

Rolan scoots up in the tub so he's sitting between her legs on the ledge. Aspen moves her hands to his arms, then runs her fingers along the ridges on his ribs, along his chest, down his torso, then finally squeezing his thighs. Rolan pants and mewls quietly as he squirms under her touch. His pelvis rising as he tries to guide her to where he wants her to touch most.

"Impatient are we?" Aspen purrs into Rolans ear then gently licks and bites the tips of them. Her hands move back up to gently hold his neck and tease one of his nipples. She drags her lips down to the space between his neck and shoulder and bites down gently.

"Ah!- Hmmph"

Her hand finally makes its way down to his length while the other still holds his throat. She wraps her fingers around him and teases the tip slightly.

"Hells" Rolan growls. He wraps his arm behind him and rubs the back of her neck. She's still kissing and biting his shoulders. Leaving little love marks in her wake.

Rolan decides he's had enough. He turns around, sits next to Aspen, then lifts her onto his lap, facing him. Aspen giggles and reaches for her wine once more. Drinking what remained in the glass while Rolan grinds himself against her and runs his hands along her back again. She sets the empty glass down and wraps her arms around his neck. She adjusts her hips so his length is between her slit, and starts to rub herself against him. Rolan squeezes her hips and stares at her with lidded eyes and his mouth slightly open. He grabs the back of her head and crashes his lips into hers. A small moan of relief escapes from Aspen as her lips part and let his tongue in. The grinding becomes more desperate and Rolan can feel himself getting close to the edge.

Rolan then reaches his arms under her ass and stands up from the tub. Aspen wraps her legs around his waist and rests her head over his shoulder. He steps out of the tub and sets her down, grabbing both towels. He wraps his towel around his waist and puts hers over her head and rubs it around playfully. Aspen laughs and grabs the towel to wrap it around herself as Rolan goes in for another deep kiss. Their lips part and Rolan walks over to grab his own glass of wine and drains the contents in one gulp.

He returns to Aspen, who has finished drying herself and dropped her towel to the floor. Rolan does the same and smirks.

"You. On the bed."

"Ohh, such authority. What have I done to deserve the 'future archmage' treatment?"

"You existed. You're smart, strong, and powerful. You sit there looking all beautiful and you feel incredible to touch. You drive me insane, Aspen. That's what you do. It's what you've always done."

"Aweee, I love you too"

Rolan laughs. "Now, on the bed."

Aspen does as she's told. She crawls onto the bed and lies on her back, propping herself up on her elbows. Rolan is fully erect. His length leaking and twitching from desperation. But he won't indulge himself just yet. Rolan then crawls on top of her and their lips meet once more. His length pressed against her stomach and twitching again from the friction. He hooks one of his legs under hers and moves it upwards. Aspen lays down fully and wraps her arms around him. Running her hands along his back. Rolan moves his lips downward and kisses her neck, then her chest. He grabs the supple flesh of her breasts and wraps his lips around her left nipple. Sucking gently. She squirms under him and starts to grind her pelvis against him the same way he did her. Not yet satisfied, he kisses his way down until his head is between her thighs. His hot breath on her slit is almost too much to handle. She looks down at him, mouth agape and panting slightly. Rolan flicks his golden eyes up at her and goes for her inner thigh with a smirk. He starts kissing and biting her flesh. Causing Aspen to cry out in desperation.

"Gods above Rolan" Aspen pants. She tangles her hand into his hair and grinds her pelvis against anything it can touch. Rolan decides she's suffered enough. He wraps both his arms around her thighs and nuzzles into her.

"Oh yes!" she cries out. Rolan licks and sucks on her clit. Then shoves his tongue into her as far as he can. He can't get enough of her taste. He knows exactly where her spots are. Changing the speed and pressure of his tongue to keep her right on the edge without going over. He digs his nails into the flesh of her thighs while he eats her out as if starving. The desperate moans and cries music to his ears.

"Rolan, my love, please. Please."

He increases the pressure of his tongue and plays with her clit until she's twitching and squirming with pleasure under him. Her grip tightens on his scalp as she rides his face through her orgasm. She collapses down onto the mattress and breathes heavily. Rolan's not done though. He rises up and spreads her thighs further with his hips, ready to insert himself.

"Do you need a moment?"

"Fuck no, inside, now." Aspen pants.

"Now who's the authoritarian?" Rolan says with a laugh. He leans down and hooks his leg under hers once more to to spread her apart. He cradles the back of her head with one hand and props himself up with the other. He kisses her deepy and slides himself in slowly. They both gasp into each other as they adjust. Rolan then starts thrusting, slowly at first. Matching the tempo of their kisses. She feels too good. Thank the gods she already came once. Everything about this woman is intoxicating. The movement of her body under him, the lingering taste of her on his tongue, the sweetness of her skin. Rolan growls, moves his head to her shoulder and bites down. Causing Aspen to yelp in surprise. He feels equally heavenly. The ridges that line his cock manage to hit all the right spots. It's not long before the two are approaching the edge again. Rolan grunts and groans into her shoulder while Aspen wraps her arms around him, kissing anywhere her lips can reach. They both grind into each other, increasing in speed.

"I love you, gods I love you" Rolan purrs.

"I love you too."

Hearing those words was enough to drive them both over the edge. Rolan whines into Aspens ear as he cums harder than he has ever before. Filling her to the brim. He keeps thrusting as Aspen rides out her own orgasm, then he collapses onto her. They both lie there, breathing heavily for a while. Rolan nuzzles himself further into the crook of her neck. And Aspen brushes her fingertips along his back. After a while, Aspen notices a slight wetness gathering where Rolan's face is buried, his breath stuttering.

"Rolan darling, are you crying?"

Rolan lifts his face and his eyes are wet and red. His lips in a slight pout.

"No"

Aspen laughs and adjusts herself so she's sitting up slightly.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothings wrong I'm just- really happy. With you, I mean"

"And that's making you cry?"

"Evidently"

"You're so cute" Aspen says as she cradles his face in her hands. Rolan then notices the clear bite marks on her shoulders and neck. Some of which had drawn blood.

"Oh shit, did I do that?"

"Well, you are the only one who has bitten me in the past ten minutes" She laughs.

"Hells, I didn't realise- does it hurt?"

"Not really."

"Did you...Enjoy it?"

"I thought that was obvious."

Rolan takes a deep sigh. He kisses her nose and pulls himself out from her with a slight groan.

"I think it's time for me to take care of you now"

Rolan stands and drains the tub just to fill it up again with fresh water and soap. He uses a spell to heat the water to the right temperature. He then walks over to where Aspen is laying, picks her up, and carries her into the tub. She sits on the ledge once more while Rolan grabs a washcloth and dips it into the water. She turns to the side, then Rolan moves her hair out of the way to press the cloth against the bite marks. Aspen hisses slightly when the hot water touches the wound. But the pain subsides quickly enough. Once the area is clean, Rolan presses gentle kisses against each bite mark. Some of which are starting to bruise already. "We'll need to get you a scarf for tomorrow, I think"

"Ha! Nope, I'm wearing these proudly" Aspen laughs. Something stirs within Rolan hearing those words. A sense of posessiveness along with pure adoration. She is his and he is hers. Fully. He had never been loved so purely before. Once all clean, they both step out from the tub and grab their towels off the floor. They pat themselves down and toss them aside once more. Rolan then lifts the sheets up and gets under them, arms open for Aspen to crawl in and rest her head on his chest. With a flick of the wrist, the candles surrounding the room are put out. They both fall asleep in each others arms within moments.

#yay :3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #rolan x tav #rolan smut #bg3 rolan #rolan bg3 #oc: aspen #my fics #bg3 smut #rolan x oc #rolan x female tav

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underdark-dreams · 1 year ago

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Hello my dear! Prompt for you, what Rolan and Dammon are like drunk, what kind of night they had at the tiefling party on their own, how they are with an interested Tav that night (Rolan x Tav, Dammon x Tav, how they are with an interested each other (dammon x rolan), and how they are with a poly for the celebration (dammon x Tav x rolan) long one I know but damn you feed us well

[bangs metal pots together] Rolan x Dammon polycule lovers, come collect your horny boys!

Please be aware this turned to shameless filth at the end. I cannot be trusted with either of them, and especially not both. 👀 Credits to @turquoiseoverthesea for the lap sitting mischief!

Rolan & Dammon drunk at the Tiefling party: solo + poly HCs with Tav

(Tav is gender-neutral) - (NSFW under the cut)

Rolan solo:

Rolan wasn’t even sure he wanted to come tonight…but he found himself in a generous mood and decided to bestow his company on these rubes

Plus he doesn’t trust Cal to moderate himself or Lia to keep Cal reined in (oldest siblings have to do everything around here)

Ends up tipsier than either of them, though he’s decent at hiding it

You can tell by the way his hand gestures get more and more animated throughout the night

When he’s drunk: actually loosens up a lot in general, smiles and laughs more freely

Drunk Rolan is somehow even more self-assured and cocky than usual, yet simultaneously much more charming about it

Doesn’t realize how handsome he looks when he’s genuinely enjoying himself

Also gets more free with his spellwork once you get a few glasses of wine in him

Fends off Cal and Lia’s requests for him to conjure a whole menagerie of animal illusions, but if Tav asks, he won’t be able to say no

Conjures an owlbear and a tiger and maybe even a dragon if he feels like really showing off to impress Tav, much to the delight of any Tiefling kids who might be sneaking around the party

Even if he spends the night on his own, Rolan ends up having a much nicer time than he wants to admit. He’s a pessimistic worrywort at heart—taking an evening to unwind is honestly good for this poor guy’s stress levels

Cal and Lia are having a great time, too, and that makes Rolan truly happy. Just to see them both enjoying themselves for a change

If Rolan can work up the courage to approach Gale, he’d talk to him for hours about the Weave and spellcasting over a bottle of wine

Takes delight in finding such a highly educated magical mind here in the middle of this godforsaken nowhere (tries to play it cool for the sake of his ego though)

Dammon solo:

Dammon didn’t plan to go but changed his mind at the last minute when it sank in that Tav would be there

Before the party, he definitely sneaks off to wash up in the nearby river. The smell of smoke and iron dust in his clothes is pretty permanent at this point, but he’d rather make a tidy impression tonight if possible

Arrives with his hair still damp but pulled back into its neat topknot

A bit like Zevlor, Dammon tends to hover around the edges holding his drink at first, just taking in everyone else’s good mood tonight

His drinks of choice are at the opposite ends of the spectrum: prefers a very fine brandy or a common ale, nothing in between

Would politely accept a glass of wine if it’s offered but only sips it

When he’s drunk: gets very sincere and kind of intense

He’s the type to sit down to share a bottle and have a long, intimate conversation with someone for several hours, preferably Tav or Rolan. Both is ideal

You can tell Dammon has had a few when he makes really sustained eye contact while you’re talking. Sits a bit closer than usual to show you’re his sole focus right now. Combined with his striking eyes, it’s kinda hot

Also when he’s drunk the tips of Dammon’s ears flush a bright, ruddy pink

Dammon spending the night on his own—I can imagine it going a few ways, depending on his mood

If he’s feeling more cheery and sociable, Dammon might sit near the campfire to hear Alfira’s music and listen to his fellow Tieflings talk about their plans when they reach the city, adding encouraging comments here and there

I could also see him taking his drink and heading out for a quieter spot near the water

Dammon’s a bit of a loner with this group, always seems to keep himself apart from the rest of his fellow travelers. Maybe he enjoys working with infernal iron a little too much to mention in mixed company

Rolan x Tav:

Maybe if Rolan was sober he’d pick up on Tav’s flirting faster

Then again, maybe he’s so wrapped up in trying to impress them with his accomplishments that he doesn’t realize how well it’s actually working

Rolan’s probably out of practice with romance, or pretty inexperienced, or some combination of the two

Dropping hints is just not enough for this guy. He enjoys the banter with Tav a lot more than he wants to admit, but he’s got a mental block against taking it further

It will definitely take something physical from Tav

Making an excuse to touch his hands, or “accidentally” bumping hips or shoulders several times

Then there’s the direct route of “is this seat taken?”

Rolan will look up in surprise but gesture to the bench next to him. Then Tav plops down directly on his lap, and Rolan’s surprise turns into actual panic

Kind of holds his hands hovering frozen out to either side for a second, not sure where to put them even though Tav’s hips are currently snuggled up on his thighs

Torn between everyone here including his siblings seeing this blatant display of public flirtation, and the feeling of how nice Tav’s weight in on top of his legs

When Tav leans in to curl an arm around his shoulders, Rolan’s done for. Any thoughts of shifting them off his lap go out the window and he clasps his hands politely around the side of their leg

Rolan will try to maintain the conversation, but his responses get short and distracted. All he can concentrate on is Tav’s scent and voice and their face so close to his

He’ll accept a few kisses while Tav’s on his lap, but only the shortest, softest lip touches

If they introduce the slightest hint of tongue, Rolan will pull them away and clear his throat maroon-faced and ask which tent is Tav’s, and demand that they both please go there right now

Rolan follows them while studiously avoiding eye contact with anyone he knows

If he realizes Tav is instead leading him farther away from camp, the implication makes his tail flick with excitement

He’d love nothing more than to find a nice soft patch of grass and make out with Tav for an hour

Rolan’s kisses are eager and a bit sloppy at first. But he’s very teachable, both a devoted student and a quick learner

With a little guidance, before long Rolan’s got Tav making some soft and breathless sounds of their own

Tav sitting with their legs straddling Rolan’s thighs would really test his patience—if Rolan wasn’t hard from them on his lap before, he’s definitely hard now

Might get so excited he doesn’t ask before sliding his tail up their hips or wrapping it around their waist

Once he realizes Tav’s equally worked up, Rolan would encourage them to grind down on his thigh however makes them feel good

Adores getting to see the hero of the night pleasuring themself on his leg while his tail squeezes and caresses around their middle

Dammon x Tav:

Dammon is difficult to pin down for a conversation at first, let alone anything more

He keeps circling along the perimeter of the party, chatting politely here and there but never settling for long

He catches Tav’s eye several times but needs some time to work up the courage to approach them—the last thing he wants to do is monopolize someone so popular (even though that’s exactly what he wants to do)

But after Tav returns his looks enough times across the campfire, Dammon has no problem making the first move

He’ll probably lead with a question (enjoying the evening, need another drink, etc)

It’s a polite move but also to gauge Tav’s interest. Dammon knows he’s into them at this point, but he’s still trying to suss out their exact feelings

Once Tav starts dropping a flirtatious remark here or there in conversation, sparks are flying

Dammon can be so smooth when he puts his mind to it, and it’s not long before he and Tav are touching in some way

When he rests a hand on the small of Tav’s back and asks if they’d like to get some air, it’s fucking on

Dammon knows the area pretty well by this point—leads them to a nice secluded clearing that he stumbled on last week and mentally filed away for this exact purpose

Once they’re alone, calloused hands on Tav’s hips are guiding them gently back against the nearest tree trunk and Dammon’s lips are on theirs

He’s a very deliberate kisser, slow and tender but hot at the same time

If it seems like Dammon’s lips are following a predetermined roadmap down Tav’s jaw and neck, that’s because they are

Man has a notoriously healthy imagination and has been thinking about where he’d like to kiss them for a while

He waits for Tav to do anything below the belt first, but once Dammon feels their hands graze there he’s pinning Tav into the tree behind them with his hips

Grinds into them while he sucks on Tav’s neck, drawing as many delicious sounds from their lips as he can

All the kissing and heavy petting is perfectly delightful on its own, but if Tav asked him to take them up against that tree, Dammon would in a heartbeat

Dammon x Rolan

It’s no coincidence that Rolan and his siblings end up lingering near Dammon’s tent back at the Grove

Dammon comes across as the strong silent type, and as the loud not-so-strong type, Rolan finds that very attractive

But Rolan’s also trying hard to keep to himself and not stare. He only stares maybe once every few minutes, and only because Dammon’s toned forearms flexing and the way he grunts with each hammer blow are very difficult to ignore

For Dammon’s part, he’s fascinated and a little impressed by Rolan. Sure he’s got a lot of bluster, but Dammon’s seen what he can do with the Weave, and it’s definitely made an impression

At the party—Dammon will 100% be the one who approaches first

Not afraid of making his intentions known, Dammon gets Lia’s advice on what wine to bring and takes a bottle with him to break the ice

If there’s one thing Rolan’s good at, it’s conversation

But he keeps talking around things—though Dammon appreciates the clever whirrings of Rolan’s mind, right now he’s more interested in his mouth for other reasons

Dammon shoots his shot by brushing a “hair” from Rolan’s cheekbone with his thumb

There’s nothing there, but Rolan is too dumbstruck at the contact to realize. It actually shuts him up for a moment as they both stare at each other

To Dammon’s surprise, maybe spurred on by the liquid courage, Rolan is the one who suggests they take a walk along the river

They’re both buzzing with too much anticipation to say more than a few short words to each other as they walk. When they settle near the river bank, they’re stretched out side by side with hands braced on the ground just inches from each other

Unable to bear the awkward silence, Rolan opens lips to say something just as Dammon tilts his head over to kiss him

The result is that they’re tongue kissing almost immediately

Rolan groans and shivers so hard Dammon has to gently grip his jaw with a hand, keeping Rolan’s mouth where he can explore it

Before long their tails are tangled up behind them, twining and tugging back and forth in a way that has them both panting into the kiss

Dammon x Rolan x Tav

At some point in the night, Rolan and Tav got into a debate about one of those little things that seems so goddamn important when you’re tipsy. Dammon walked past and was immediately dragged in as a neutral party

But Dammon had a separate third opinion, which only made Rolan turn his arguments on the other man with much wild gesticulating of his free hand

Tav burst into laughter between them, and Rolan and Dammon both found themselves too charmed by the sight to care about anything else

From there the wine and conversation both flowed freely

Little, casual touches followed: fingers brushing together over a passed bottle, Dammon clapping Rolan’s back with a friendly comment—a move that turned more than friendly as Dammon’s hand trailed down slightly, causing Rolan to glance his direction with a flush in his cheeks

Eventually Rolan got bold and tried his own luck, sliding an arm around Tav’s waist while they were grinning at something he said. Dammon’s eyes flicked to the gesture immediately

After a trio of shared glances, Dammon broke the rather excited silence by announcing that he knows a place where they could find a little privacy

As the three of them enter the forest clearing, any remaining hesitance melts when Dammon grabs the collar of Rolan’s robes to pull him into a kiss that traps Tav firmly in the middle

Being abruptly sandwiched between their chests pushes a gasp from Tav’s throat, which turns to an approving hum at the sight and sounds of Rolan and Dammon devouring each others’ mouths over their shoulder

Tav’s arms snake around the wizard in front, while behind they feel Dammon’s palms smoothing over the curves of their waist and hips

Dammon breaks the kiss before guiding Rolan’s chin gently toward Tav, and Rolan needs no more encouragement to capture their lips eagerly

Meanwhile, Dammon bends to place soft kisses at the juncture where Tav’s neck meets their shoulder. Dextrous fingers pull their shirt laces looser to expose more kissable skin

Periodically he’ll surface behind their ear to praise how lovely Tav looks between him and Rolan like this, and how good they’re going to make Tav feel. It sets off a chorus of moans passing from Tav to Rolan and back again as their lips slide together

Once Tav decides the wizard’s had more than his share, they break the wet kiss and tilt their head back to meet Dammon’s mouth. Rolan is panting and wiping saliva from his chin, instantly greedy for more

Dammon chuckles against Tav’s lips and suggests there are other ways Rolan can put his mouth to use—and doesn’t Tav deserve some gratitude after everything they’ve done for the two of them?

It wouldn’t work coming from anyone else, but at Dammon’s sultry baritone, Rolan doesn’t hesitate as he slips to place a trail of kisses down Tav’s belly to their waist and lands on his knees in front of them

He impatiently works off Tav’s shoes and pants, tugging with such enthusiasm that only Dammon’s firm grip over their torso keeps Tav balanced. Then Rolan’s mouth abruptly closes between Tav’s legs, licking and sucking as if he intends to make up for every thank you left unspoken

Thankfully Dammon’s mouth stops up their moans, or Tav might worry about the sounds carrying back to camp. Instead only the filthy, wet sounds of Rolan’s mouth against their sex fills the clearing

Dammon’s hands guide Tav’s to each of Rolan’s curving horns, encouraging Tav to ride his face. Rolan moans between their legs at the new sensation of Tav’s grip tugging him, the vibration sending a shudder up their spine

At that Dammon pulls out of the kiss with a groan. One of his hands leaves their hip to tug the linen shirt up and over Tav’s head, leaving them standing completely bare in the dark woods between the two Tieflings. There’s another rustling movement before Dammon’s hard length unfurls against the small of Tav’s back

He’s hot and ridged, and before Tav can release one of Rolan’s horns to reach back for him, Dammon is grinding with a low grunt into the bare skin of their back

Each rhythmic roll of his hips pushes Tav harder against Rolan’s mouth. As if the increased pressure wasn't enough, a tail Tav suspects belongs to Dammon coils firmly up their leg to force their stance plenty open for Rolan’s mouth

As pleasure rapidly coils in their belly, Tav manages to glance down to see Rolan frantically palming himself through his trousers, his other hand joining his lips at working Tav’s orgasm from between their legs

The sight pushes Tav over the edge—just in time, a calloused hand closes over their mouth to catch the loud, keening sounds of their climax

Tav grinds out the waves against Rolan’s mouth, gripping his horns desperately, feeling him whimper and shake between their legs as he himself releases against his own hand

Just a few seconds later, Dammon’s teeth close bluntly over Tav’s shoulder—and in the next moment, hot liquid spurts in trailing paths over the skin of their back

Dammon goes down first on wobbling legs; the tail still wrapped around Tav’s own leg drags them down after him

The three of them lie in a panting pile on the mossy forest floor. Tav’s clothes are somewhere around here, but in the meantime two sets of limbs lay sprawled from either side across Tav’s body, with two ridged tails caressing over Tav’s bare skin as if in loving praise

And that’s just the beginning of the night

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serctcnia · 1 year ago

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To Be Soft

Content: Angst | Alcohol use | AFAB tiefling reader | She/they pronouns

Word Count: 686

A/N: I finally got around to writing this based on the prompt I wrote in December! It's also not fully fleshed out but I wanted to post it anyway because Rolan <3. Gonna just say it's writing practice.

"Come to gawk, have you? The great Rolan besotted and wallowing in his self-pity." He sat his tankard down, wine sloshing out onto the counter and his robes. "Hells!"

She sat on the stool beside him and reached for a rag on the counter in front of her. It was damp enough to possibly get the stain out without using prestidigitation so she handed it to him. "I've not come to gawk, I've come because I'm worried about you. You've done nothing but drink and yell at the children."

Taking the rag, he dabbed at the red splotch lazily until the rag was stained red. A groan of agitation fell from his lips as he realised it was useless to try to get it out. He tossed it back across the counter and looked at the woman beside him. "Don't you start too, ___. The hero has already tried to 'make me feel better,'" He rolled his eyes, pulling a half-empty bottle of wine toward him. "My entire family is missing because of our involvement at the grove, taken to gods knows where, so I believe I will sit here and drink."

Scooting her stool closer to his, she put her hand atop his to gently pull the bottle toward her. "I know they are, Rolan, I’m sorry. But drinking isn’t going to make them come back any quicker. It’s only going to give you a migraine in the morning.” Rolan spread his fingers across the length of the glass, allowing her fingers to slip between his. His face grew red, then he felt a swell of anger. "They were - are - my responsibility and I will do everything in my power to retrieve them from - from wherever they are. If you had used an inkling of the power you have to fight their captors, Cal and Lia may be sitting here with us. Pardon me if I don’t take advice from a washed-up sorceress such as yourself."

He jerked the bottle from her, almost topping her from her seat, and brought it to his mouth. The more he drank, the more it began to sour on his lips. Fuck. He thought. Maybe she was right. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t do more, I really am. I should have fought harder.” She said as she moved her seat back. “But I miss them too, you know? I know how it is to lose your family so I thought we could talk as friends.”

He drank her in as she spoke. The curvature of her horns, the colour of her eyes in the candlelight, the small imperfections of her face, and the frown that curled on her lips. A frown he had caused. He was in the presence of a goddess, yet he spoke ill of her to her face.

“Is that what we are? Friends?”

“What? Of course we’re friends.”

Sliding the empty wine bottle to the side, he cast his gaze to the countertop. “That’s not what I want.” He wanted more. He wanted to be able to cry upon her shoulder, feel the softness of her lips against his temple as wept. He wanted her.

Her tail drooped, the end beginning to curl around her ankle. "Oh,” She paused, attempting to mask the hurt in her voice. “Very well. I’ll leave you be then, but please drink something other than wine. If you want to - nevermind. I’ll be in my room.”

As she stood to leave, she felt an unfamiliar sensation. Rolan had unravelled her tail from her ankle and began snaking his around her own. When their tails could no longer intertwine, he tugged her closer toward him with soft, almost imperceivable, purrs. Now standing at his hip, the tip of his tail brushed against hers in small circles, then up and down.

"Don't go," He slurred. "Please."

Despite her rapidly beating heart, she sat down and began to mimic the motions of his tail. Small circles, hearts, up and down, repeat. She could tell it was getting to him as she watched the lines of his eyes soften.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

#bg3 #bg3 rolan #baldurs gate 3 rolan #rolan x reader

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fic--writer · 6 months ago

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Butter cookies

A collection of notes and letters from Rolan to Tav, whith plot. No warnings, it's just cute fluff. SFW

Part 2/2, Part 1/2

№ 70

I know that sometimes I've rubbed you the wrong way and yelled at you and been unfair to you. And now you're still hurting, and I get it. But I want to make it up to you. Cal and Lia are going out, so why don't you and I have dinner?

I baked your favorite cookies.

Wear your cute little dress with the cleavage. If you want.

№ 71

Thanks for a magical evening Tav and for what you revealed to me in weaving, it explains a lot.

And sorry about my tail, tieflings don't always control them. But you already know this if you read the scientific works that I gave you earlier?

№ 87

I left Lia money for the two of you to go shopping. It's your day off, so don't deny yourself.

I guess it makes sense for you two to have loyalty cards?

№ 134

Tav! Please call me first when you wake up. I have been on duty at your sickbed for 5 days in a row, but my brother and sister forced me to rest and sleep while you are, as they claim, in the hands of the best healers in Baldurs Gate.

When you used the scroll to finish arming the top of the tower and fell down... I thought... I had lost you.

We used every healing spell, scroll, and potion we had, but it wasn't enough. The magic did something to you. The doctors say that you will recover and everything will be fine, but it will take time.

You will find 5 packages of butter cookies in a box under your bed.

You can sit in my book throne whenever and as long as you like, just please get well soon.

You can even draw that obscenity again with me in the lead, just, I beg you, get well.

Your Rolan.

№ 266

That night was...divine? There are no words in the world, in any language I know, to describe this and everything I feel for you, Tav.

From now on, I won’t close my eyes until you move into my bedroom.

I have drawn something for you. But I will only show this if you move in with me.

№ 278

Tav, I know how happy you were when you found all the letters and notes you wrote to me in my room. Yes, of course I saved every one of them. But I was surprised that you did the same. So I had an idea, why don't we put our collections together? Let's make an album and put them in chronological order. We'll talk about it tonight.

№ 1354

Tav, my love. You are still away and today I found this jacket, my jacket, among your things. The one you shamelessly stole from me and wore as if nothing had happened. I wanted to clean it especially for you, but I discovered that it smells like butter cookies. In general, I was never able to wash it and spent the rest of the day hugging it. Please come back as soon as you can.

Our daughter looked for you with special diligence the next day, and I calmed her down as usual, but it didn't work. Then I gave her the jacket. Everything is fine now. It seemed to work for both of us. But hurry anyway.

Kiss you. Forever yours Ro.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #tiefling #holy rolan empire #bg3 rolan #bg3 fic #rolan x tav #rolan nation #bg3 fanfiction #fanfic #bg3 tiefling #tieflng

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rolanastarionmycat · 8 months ago

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Rolan's Occupant

Rolan had enjoyed his new company more than he expected. This Tav had deterred his rash and admittedly cowardly behavior when the goblins first found the grove. Now he stood in the tower he once apprenticed as its master and she came around often. Cal and Lia were safe and had their own homes now in the city but nearby. Despite the bustling business below, the private upper levels were quiet and lonely. Tav's frequent visits led Rolan to make a space for her, often their readings and discussions went into the late night hours, hours he'd rather she not travel the streets of the city alone. Rolan escorted Tav holding them both under a glamor of invisibility. A feat that was not unnoticed and was appreciated. Tav had last invited Rolan to rest in her new home, for she felt that it would be good for Rolan to experience different scenery. With heat to his cheeks, Rolan would always refuse and travel back to his tower. Sleep would not come easy as the spark in her eyes and the smile on her lips, the shape of her lips, would remain present in his mind urging his hands beneath his bedsheets. Imagining those eyes gazing up at him with hands caressing the base of his cock and balls.

In Tav's presence it took much to maintain his blood from rushing down to where he would ache as her scent swept enveloped him in their hours together. The last evening Rolan had failed to maintain his desires and remained seated most of the time Tav was at his tower with several books on his lap whilst she sat close by. This evening the same was occurring, only difference was that Tav's head rested on his shoulder and the books were nearing to not be heavy enough to keep his hardness down. Her book was down on her lap as well but glancing down at her only lead to more frustration for Rolan. This night she wore a gown that held the top of her chest firmly in view. The imagine of her soft skin and the rise and fall of her chest with each breath, it was becoming difficult to bear. So, Rolan focused on his book until Tav huffed in frustration, moving herself to face him. Her sudden movement and her annoyed expression made Rolan anxious until she leaned forward, bringing her hands to his face, bringing her lips to his. His anxiety turned to his desire as the books he had used to weigh himself down fell to the floor in front of them. Her tongue found his and their lips danced with their tongues.

Tav moved to straddle Rolan. Bunching the skirts of her dress to sit onto his thighs comfortable. To her surprise she felt the tent in his pants held firm with his hardness beneath. Rolan wrapped his arms around her, pleading to remain with him. Tav kissed Rolan deeply before shifting her dress a bit differently then unbuttoning his pants. Rolan moved a hand to aide in removing his underwear enough to free his cock from his clothing. Tav moved her own underwear aside before gently holding onto Rolan's hardness and lowering herself enough to rub his head between her wet lips. A groan came from Rolan immediately and his hips jilted upward giving more pressure between her lips. A moan-like sigh came from Tav as she continued to rub his head against her, finding herself moving her hips to feel him against her clit. Rolan pulled her closer to his chest as they kissed.

Heat filled Rolan's face as his head began to ache. Becoming more sensitive with the constant contact of Tav rubbing herself onto him.

"Please…." He whimpered. Tav did not change her pace but looked into Rolan's eyes.

"Please….please……"He continued to whimper and Tav kissed him lightly before she held him just at the right angle before lowering herself onto his lap, not stopping until she sat fully on his thighs. A load moan sounded from those lips he dreamed of as she took all of him within her. A groan and grunt escaped his lips before he could register the sounds. She was warm and soft all at once and still Rolan felt that she needed to be closer.

Rolan held onto her hips and began to manually rock Tav back and forth on his lap, not moving himself but essentially having her grind against him. They kissed again, their lips trying to convey words between each kiss. Rolan moved his hands to Tav's thighs, pushing her away and a few inches off his cock before pulling her back fully into embracing him. Tav kissed Rolan, bringing a hand to hold onto the back of his hair as she shifted slightly upward before she set Rolan's world into deeper pleasure. Tav began to bounce herself up and down in small movements on his lap, lifting from him only to take it all back. Over and over. Within moments Rolan was groaning and moaning, kissing and biting at Tav's neck as she also gasped and moaned at the feeling of him being moved in and out and then in again. She felt him begin to twitch but did not change her pace. She wanted this for too long. Rolan held her close as his cum began to shoot into her, leaning back, holding her still against him then with what sanity remained in his mind he thrust his hips into her with loud audible slaps. His balls clapping against her skin with each thrust. He filled her and continued, too lost in the ecstasy to stop even as Tav began to moan uncontrollably and clench around him. He was still cumming and had not stopped. He had wanted this for so long as well.

The remains of Tav's dress had tears and stains of wet fluids from them both. His cum had filled her completely and mixed with hers between their thighs. The mixture of themselves left a sweet scent in the air as something primal in Rolan wanted something further. Both were spent, holding each other in their arms whist kissing and withstanding the aftershocks of their orgasms in stride. Sweet nothings were whispered and declared into the late hours of the night until Rolan and Tav separated. The couch which they sat was not a ruin but the stains would undoubtedly remain. Tav smiled at Rolan, holding onto his arms and interlacing their fingers, kissing his jaw.

"It could go in my bedroom…." Rolan nodded to Tav's suggestion before stepping away from his newfound lover, moving his hands and speaking words to shrink the couch which they had just made their mark. Under his invisibility spell the couple traveled to Tav's home and once again she invited him inside. This time, he came in and Tav's bed was shortly the next piece of furniture marked by their desire for one another.

#bg3 smut #rolan x tav #bg3 rolan #bg3 #bg3 tiefling #rolan #rolan bg3 #rolan/tav #rolan x oc #rolan x reader

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theshotsheardacrossworlds · 7 months ago

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Floatie

A modern AU featuring Rolan, Cal, Lia, and Amelie having fun at the pool. Mostly. SFW.

Based on this glorious art.

What a beautiful day! Love that the four of us can relax and have some fun. Amelie Wildheart thought as she leaned her head back and soaked in the Baldur’s Gate summer sun at the fucking awesome pool at Wildheart Manor. It was a rare afternoon when her fiancée Rolan (the new super sexy CEO of Ramazith’s Tower---a shocking promotion but he’s so much better than that other twat), his siblings Lia and Cal, and her had free time, so Amelie made the executive decision that they would have some “fun in the sun” poolside. At Mum’s.

Lia was lounging in a chaise poolside while sipping a frozen margarita while Cal went down the side into the pool for fifth time.

In my favorite hot pink pool tube. Wearing my favorite bikini that made my grumpy man blush and his tail wag.

Speaking of…

Where is Rolan?

“Oh. My. Gods.” Cal sniggered before he disappeared under the water.

Lia, meanwhile, was doubled over. “ROLAN, WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?!”

Amelie was trying hardnot to laugh.

Her fiancée, in all his glory, was wearing purple swim briefs (VERY TIGHT) with the symbol for thunderwave RIGHT ON HIS CROTCH.

ARE THOSE FLOATIES?!?!?

“I don’t know why you children are so amused.” Rolan sniffed, crossing his perfect arms over his perfect chest. “I’m not a strong swimmer. Therefore, I require some assistance in the water.”

“Rolan,” Cal said, half groaning and half laughing. “It’s a bloody pool.”

Hmmm, is it time to tease? Just a little? As a treat?

“You don’t need those.” She giggled as she not at all gracefully left the tube and swam to the edge of the pool where Rolan was standing. Elbows and a lot of cleavage on the edge, she glanced up at him, smiling as innocently as possible. “After all, I could be your personal floatation device.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“Fat floats, Rolan love.”

Lia nearly fell out of her chaise.

Cal was laughing so hard he was crying as he went down the slide for a sixth time.

Rolan…

Oh dear.

Amelie found it difficult sometimes to tell when her beloved was blushing because of his red skin but not at this particular moment. Good gods, I think even his freckles are blushing. He’s so cute and sexy and grumpy and all mine.

“Amelie! Dearest! You can’t…you’re not…” Her future husband stuttered. “What I mean to say—”

“ROLAN, IF YOU DON’T GET IN THAT POOL, I AM GOING TO SHOVE YOU IN!” Lia yelled, now standing behind him.

Oh dear. Again.

Rolan rolled his eyes. “Lia, you can’t be ser—”

Luckily for Amelie, she moved to one side because I know what’s coming.

With a primal scream, Lia pushed Rolan into the pool.

“Serves you right, boomer!”

When Rolan surfaced, he whipped his long hair backwards and wiped his face. His expression, currently directed at Lia, was the most annoyed I’ve ever seen him. Oh dear. “Lia. You will not push me into a pool ever again. I could’ve hit my head and DIED! Or hurt Amelie!” I was not anywhere near you? “Or Cal could’ve kicked me in the head! OR SOMETHING!”

Rolling her eyes, Lia crossed her arms over her chest. “You’re such a stick in the mud, Rolan. You never have fun with us anymore.”

Amelie and Cal’s gazes met and decided that perhaps now was not the best time to have this conversation, but Rolan spoke first.

“What do you mean? Of course, we get together and have a good time.” He insisted, gingerly wading to Amelie and holding her in his arms. “Don’t we, darling?”

Uh oh.

“Rolan,” Cal began slowly, pushing himself up to sit on the pool’s edge near Amelie, Rolan, and Lia. “The last time the four of us got together was at New Year’s. The three of us---me, you, and Lia---that was before that. It’s summer now. And Mia’s said—”

UH OH.

“Mia’s said what?” He looked at her with the faintest hint of fear in his eyes. “What? What is it? What’s wrong?”

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

Not with Lia and Cal here.

Amelie turned towards the pair of tieflings. “Hey, can you two give us a minute please?”

Nodding wordlessly, they were gone in moments, leaving the couple in the pool.

“What’s wrong? Please, please tell me.” He whispered in her pointed ear. “Please, my love.”

Well, it’s now or never, I guess.

Inhaling slowly, she closed her golden eyes. “Your work is so important. I understand that. I do, and I don’t want to sound like I’m needy, but I just…” She buried her face in his neck and pressed a kiss there. “I miss you, Rolan.”

We all do.

Silence hung in the air for several extremely long seconds before he spoke. “I-I don’t know what to say. I’m so sorry, sweetling. I’m so sorry. I’ll apologize to Lia and Cal too. I promise I’ll make more time for them, for us as a family, and us as a…a…” He bit back a sob. “I love you so much, my darling. I’m so sorry.” His hold on her tightened with one arm snaked around her thick waist and the other cradling the back of her head. “Everything I do…I do for the three of you. I want there to be no more struggles for any of us, to rebuild the good reputation of Ramazith’s Tower, and make a strong legacy for our family.” He chuckled sadly, his fingers gently stroking her hair. “But it appears I’ve lost sight of the very thing that matters most to me---my family. What can I do? What must I do to make this up to you?”

“Rolan,” she whispered. “Let’s just have a really great day---the four of us. We can figure out the rest later.”

“What would I do without you?”

She kissed along his jaw, smiling. “You’d still be wonderful—”

Tilting her face upwards, he captured her lips in a slow, deep kiss. “I would have none of this if it weren’t for you, which is why,” he whispered, pressing kisses along her jaw as his tail oh my gods it still has the fucking floatie on!!!!! It’s floating to my arm!! This so cute and funny and so him. “I’m going to…” He found a sensitive spot on her neck and smirked when he heard her moan. “Spoil you. More than usual. You deserve it all, sweetling—”

“AWWWWWWWWWWWWWW THEY’RE SO CUTE!”

“CAL, LOOK AT THE LOVEBIRDS!”

Rolan adorable pouted. “You’re children! Both of you! CHILDREN!”

He did end up spoiling me more than usual.

And Lia and Cal.

My grumpy man with the tail floatie.

#amelie wildheart #rolan #cal #lia #rolan bg3 #bg3 rolan #rolan nation #holy rolan empire #half elf tav #modern au #thanks russica for the art inspo and george for being george lol #rolan is a workaholic

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shewolfofvilnius · 6 months ago

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Last Night at Last Light (Gale's Version)

Relationships: *none acted upon, but builds to a Gale x Lia fic set postgame* Tags: Pining, flirting, mild tension, tiefling tail language, missed connections, Rolan's minor Act 2 drinking problem, 'ALL my homies hate Wulbren Bongle' Words: ~2700 Setting: Act 2, last long rest before Gauntlet of Shar.

A steady quiet permeated the walls of Last Light Inn, at the northern edge of a land once marked on the maps as "Reithwin Town" but that had come to be marked on most modern maps simply as "Shadow Cursed Lands". Tomorrow, a group of adventurers led by a bard named Tav would search for the secret to ending the rule of the monstrous Ketheric Thorm once and for all.

Tonight, she and her friend Gale (of Waterdeep), sat at a bar. The night prior Gale had watched as Tav had convinced her now-friend Lakrissa to begin tending the bar, both agreeing that it was better that she do it than continue to have the children being the one pouring drinks. Tav had sighed with disappointment when she recounted the night involving a drunken Rolan scaring Ide.

Gale concurred. The counter of a bar was unsuitable for children. His own attentions at present, however, were consumed not by who was tending bar but who was sitting at it. Much as Tav had grown so concerned about Rolan, a tiefling refugee from Elturel who was due for an apprenticeship with Lorroakan of Baldur’s Gate, Gale had become more worried most about one of Rolan's siblings.

The forces of the Cult of the Absolute had taken Lia, her brother Cal, the aforementioned Lakrissa, and a fourth tiefling named Danis prisoner - and left most of their friends for dead. He and Tav and their friends had rescued the four of them - and an ungrateful arsehole named Wulbren Bongle - and returned to the inn. Rolan had been most joyful to be reunited with his brother and sister; Danis ‘wife, Bex, had even baked them some wonderful cookies in gratitude.

Since she returned, though, Lia had seemed on edge. Constant fights with Rolan, even more than at the grove. Contrasted with Rolan, Lia had seemed to consciously avoid drinking, actively pouring a drink out in front of him when he had encouraged her to drink a little too forcefully.

As Gale watched in concerned silence, another argument spiked between the two siblings, with their brother Cal once again drafted as mediator. Suddenly, Lia got up from her seat and stormed out of the inn. Rolan attempted to follow her out only to be actively blocked by Cal. “Rolan, you’ve smothered the both of us since we got back. Let her go, brother.”

The grumpy wizard noticed Gale and Tav looking at the argument. “You sacrifice everything to keep your family together, and this is what you get back. Damnation.” Tav muttered – ostensibly to herself but deliberately just within earshot of Gale – a request. Ok, that’s it, I’m getting Rolan off the bottle for good. I’ll slip him the mildest healing potion I have. Can you go check up on Lia, please? Keep your distance unless she asks, just make sure she doesn’t wander off, okay?”

Tav got up and walked around to the other side of the bar. Gale got up and gave Cal a nod, then took off in the direction that Lia had left towards. He quickly lost her trail, however that strange ox in Dammon’s barn appeared to be trying to get his attention. Letting out some slightly suspicious sounds, the animal that so unnerved Tav led Gale around the corner and towards a bridge. Gale hesitated, and the strange ox gave Gale a slight headbutt onto his backside to push him forwards.

“Alright, alright, point taken. Thank you.” Gale took off down the path, along the route avoiding several mines that had been planted. Had this path at one point been subject to the curse? Was there a concern that the tainted could enter this way?

Gale’s questioning of the mines was interrupted however when he spotted a figure in the distance. Lia, perched against a tree, crying.

“Excuse me, apologies, just wondering how I might be of service to you this evening?”

Lia looked up at Gale. For a moment she seemed ready to angrily dismiss him. Then she remembered having watched him immolate the guard who almost caught their with a well-placed fireball seconds before they could sound an alarm. She felt indebted to the handsome wizard for her life. Everything she’d seen from him suggested he deserved kindness, at least until he proved otherwise. Gods’ knew she’d had a few lustful thoughts about him him back at the grove and that one evening at Tav’s camp, perhaps he’d make for useful company.

“Hi, Gale. Long time no see. Don't know if I thanked you for saving us. Thank you, again. For saving us.”

“You needn’t ever mention it again. I am merely gratified we could get the four of you out of there.”

“What about the gnomes, it was their plan?” Lia asked Gale.

“As I said, I’m gratified we could get the four of you out of there.” Tav, her friends, and even Lia and her brothers had already had more than their fill of the so-called Ironhand Gnomes, especially after having been trapped first in a prison cell near them, then later on a boat with them.

Lia laughed, heartily. When had been the last time she’d truly, properly laughed? Certainly not since their stopover at the druids’ grove weeks earlier.

“So, what brings you out here? I’m just out here thinking, and trying to escape Rolan, what about you? Psychic detector that automatically attracts you to any wayward tiefling stray you find?”

Gale found his heart catching in his chest. Gods yes he found her attractive. The way her dark hair radiated a silvery glow in the moonlight. The way her eyes radiated such determined passioned. The conversations he’d glimpsed into with Tav or her brothers where she was so steadfast into getting people to see the right thing before them and to then just do it.

“Nothing of the sort, milady.” Lia blushed slightly at Gale offering her such an old-fashioned honorific. “The simple truth is that Tav and I overheard you and your brother having another disagreement. Tav has grown quite frustrated with your brother’s behaviour, I must admit, and planned to have a long sit-down with him, and she asked me to make sure you were okay.”

“Yeah, that sounds like Tav alright. Look, I’m alright. I just needed some time alone, to think. To reflect.”

“Lia, I said I came out here because Tav sent me. I’m still here because I myself hold a significant measure of concern. It is not exactly common for one to spend their free time hanging about in what appears to be a century-old cemetery, standing mere meters from an ancient Sharran curse.”

“Yeah, but you can bet my brother wouldn’t come here, and that’s all that matters right now.”

“Why exactly is he so worked up anyway? He seemed beyond grateful when we all returned to Last Light.” Gale was curious, and investing himself in the siblings’ issue left his own quandary thankfully unaddressed.

“He knows what you guys are planning to do tomorrow. He knows that after that, you’re going to take the fight to Ketheric Thorm. It terrifies him he’s about to lose Tav again, and when he thinks he’s about to lose someone he cares about, he gets possessive of everyone he cares about.” Lia’s frustration seemed to grow with every word.

“He cares about her that deeply?” Gale’s instincts suggested he was missing some piece of context or history; he’d known Rolan and Tav were lovers, that they’d even been intimate (sound had carried regrettably far in his direction), but the way Lia spoke about her brother’s feelings made it seem like a decade-long relationship, not one that had only been active for a couple of tendays.

“It’s great that your brother cares so passionately for Tav, but between the nature of this parasite they’ve seen fit to place into our heads as well as simply her own nature as a person, it has become Tav – and the rest of our – responsibility to see this through. Who knows what the final confrontation will bring. I hope, dearly, that no one that I or that we care about will see themselves harmed.”

“That’s always the goal, though. I guess I just keep thinking too about all our friends who didn’t make it. Did you know that before Elturel cast us all out, that Xeph wanted to be an alchemist? Remember Yul, my brother’s ex – in more ways that one? Worked with grain. Damays and Nymessa, only tieflings I’ve ever met who couldn’t see in the dark. These were people with lives and goals and fun facts and now they’re just a body count.

I just, Gale, I hope it’s all FOR something. I want you and Tav and Lae’zel and Wyll and all of you to punch Ketheric Thorm back into a hundred years ago. Not just for me and what they did to us in the prison, but for all our friends who aren’t here anymore. So that Rolan can finally get to the city and stop talking about that apprenticeship. So that Cal and I can finally live again and maybe just be something other than the strays that everyone sees us as, or even better, more than just ‘Rolan’s siblings’; as people. Proper people, Gale. With goals and habits and hobbies and friends all our own. Love my brother but half the time it seems like the only thing ANY of you besides Tav know about me OR Cal is that we’re Rolan’s siblings.”

Gale thought for a moment. “Your brother Cal, if I recall, is the only person I’ve ever met that likes sunmelon as much as Tav does.”

“Congrats, you remembered something about one of us other than our brother. Name three things about me, then, none of them about either of my brothers.”

Gale thought for a moment. “Point of clarification, may I mention other people in reference if the fact is still about you?”

Lia glared for a moment, albeit thoughtfully, then grinned. “I’ll allow it.”

“One, the night that Cal and yourself stayed at our camp in the ruined village; the night the goblins came. When we all sought rest in Zevlor’s office in the grove after s most harrowing battle that, might I add, you survived while it was far more in jeopardy for the rest of us. You sang in your sleep. The entire camp could hear it. You were muttering the words but the tune sounded distinctly like a lullaby I myself learned in my youth.” Lia turned beet red as Gale begin humming a familiar childhood tune. Both started laughing.

“Two, you’re exceptional with children. You’re one of the only ‘grown-ups’ besides Tav herself I’ve seen show any of the orphan children show genuine respect – even including myself, I must regrettably admit. As I understand it you’re the primary reason that your other brother and Alfira left with the kids to retreat here in the first place. Ide herself mentioned to me how excited she was that you were back, and Mattis seemed positively joyful that you’re the only other adult besides Tav that caught on to his little ‘magic trick’ with the ring and the coin.”

“It’s so straightforward, he just tosses the coin straight up and catches it when it comes down; calls it based on where he started it.” Lia laughed at the prankster. “True, though, it’s a good hustle.” Gale noted in response that “most adults are too focused on the ring, and Tav herself was a former professional thief. You just paid attention, is my guess.”

“Okay, fine, that’s two, wizard, what’s the third?”

Gale moved closer, now looking into her eyes intently. A grin crept across his face matching the one beginning to form on Lia’s face. She moved slightly closer still to him. A mutual thread of attraction was clearly beginning to form between the pair. They moved closer still, Gale refusing to answer yet. Suddenly, he felt a tickle against the back of his thigh.

Lia’s tail. It had begun creeping against the back of his legs, brushing up against a sensitive spot just behind his knee. The wizard began laughing uproariously. Laughs became difficulty breathing. His face rapidly threatened to take on a similar purple tone as his robes. Lia blushed, mortified. “Sorry, sorry, it has a mind of it’s own! Are you, are you okay?

Gale managed to regain some composure. “My apologies, Lia. That was a most interesting experience.”

Lia grinned back. “I see. I’ll note that one for another day. Now, you’re not escaping that easily wizard. What’s the third thing?”

Gale grinned back. “That you helped me discover I’m ticklish.”

Lia slugged Gale on the arm. The wizard wasted no time. “Ouch! Number 4 is that you hit WAY harder than I expected?” She gave him a glare. “What, for a girl?”

Gale displayed a moment’s annoyance at the idea that women were weak. “No, my dear, the notion that an archer is that strong. Oof, I am most certainly going to feel that one in the morning. Wizards have been described as quite ‘squishy’ you know.”

The two gazed at each other once more, a warm tightening feeling gradually building within each. The air grew still. “Squishy, you say?”

The moment however was suddenly interrupted.

“THERE YOU ARE, GALE OF WATERDEEP. I HAVE BEEN SEARCHING THE ENTIRE CAMP FOR YOU.”

What the hells did Wulbren Bongle what?

“Wulbren, pleased to make your company again.” Gale lied. “How may I be of assistance?”

“Your compatriot Tav has been leading the tavern in song for the past twenty minutes. Even that angry one I think she’s related to or something has been participating – reluctantly. My associates and I are attempting to plan our next steps once we reach the city, and we demand quiet. I demand you get your compatriots to stop their racket at once, or else you’ll regret running afoul of the Ironhand Gnomes, I assure you.”

Lia rolled her eyes. “Prick.”

“Excuse me?” Wulbren was indignant. “Say that again.”

Gale interrupted, though internally laughing that Wulbren was so incapable of recognizing love she thought that Rolan and Tav were related. “I do believe we can come to an agreement without causing further antagonisation. Tell you what, the idea of half the people in that room singing is worthy of at least a glimpse, and I’m certain it’s a visual Lia would appreciate of her brother. We’ll return, let Tav and her friends finish the song and perhaps one additional to close, and then I’ll gently guide the revelry into a quieterform.”

Wulbren seemed to accept the compromise. “Fifteen minutes, not one more.” The gnome stormed off, as Gale turned back to Lia. “Where were we?”

Lia laughed. “I was about to go avail myself of seeing my brother sing for the first time since Elturel, and you wizard, are going to remember what might have been. Shitey little gnome. Goodnight.”

She walked away before Gale could begin to reply, having been left momentarily speechless. Fantastic work, Dekarios. When I see that prick Wulbren Bongle in the city, he will most definitely be made to regret this. Mystra knows I certainly already do.

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Two days later, shortly after releasing The Nightsong from the Shadowfell, Tav and Gale rushed back to Last Light wanting to catch up with the siblings before they left. Lae’zel also seemed intent to catch up for unknown reasons, although Shadowheart �� who had just betrayed Shar herself – seemed to want to be anyplace else.

Reaching Last Light, they noticed that the refuge had been emptied of nearly all persons, save for a small number of Harpers and Isobel Thorm herself, the cleric who had protected them and, as they’d discovered, Ketheric’s own daughter.

Tav adamantly asked, “Where did Rolan go? Have you seen his sister Lia and brother Cal?”

Isobel informed them, with a minor amount of remorse, that Jaheira had ordered the tiefling refugees to make tracks for the city moments after the Nightsong’s light had streaked across the sky. They were already en route towards Baldur’s Gate, and meanwhile, her father still needed to be dealt with.

Gale, for a moment, looked despondent as he looked down at the mark upon his chest left by the Orb of Karsus. Tav looked nearly ready to cry for the first time in the entire time he’d known her. Gale let out a breath, then reassured her. “Guess we will simply just have to catch up to them in Baldur’s Gate, then.” He grabbed Tav’s good shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze, reminding Tav of a gesture her older brother used to do.

Tav’s face brightened for a moment, before suddenly asking herself what had so forcefully changed Gale’s mind about considering using the Orb in the fight to come.

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lostinforestbound · 10 months ago

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I literally cannot control myself so here's a part two! Some of these were inspired by @graysparrowao3's response to my questions! Please go check them out if you haven't already, they're an amazing writer!

General Lia and Cal Headcannons Part 2

Lia

While she may be on the thinner side, she definitely has a toned body. You need a lot of strength to even pull back the string of a good bow, so I imagine she would have definitely shoulder, back, and arm muscles popping out.

When Lia is scared, it comes out as anger. It could be mistaken as fearlessness, especially with the way she snapped at the Warden. She was terrified when stuck in Moonrise; where was Rolan? Did he make it out okay? Is he even alive? What if these cultists take Cal away from her? She has never been more terrified in her life than those moments, not even in the Descent.

I think she would have physically fought Rolan at least once. Not to extreme harm! More like a sibling dispute (grabbing, shoving, yanking on hair, etc). She would never go as far as pinching his ears or stepping on his tail though.

For a while after their mother died, Lia had a period where she was extremely bitter. At first she cried quite a bit in Rolan's arms, but then she started snapping at him. Part of the change of attitude was thinking Rolan moved on too quickly (he didn't). This is where their arguments first began.

For once in her life, Lia wants to feel safe. She's had nightmares about her throat getting slit, of waking up with her brothers being dead. She has a good handle on them most nights, and its easy to go back to sleep. However, some nights are so bad she ends up going into either Cal's or Rolan's room to cuddle and sleep.

Once in a while, Lia will buy herself flowers. She doesn't know why she does this, but it makes her feel nice, so why not? She loves plants either way, and will probably keep them in her room to take care of. (I feel like she's the type to own cacti! And maybe threaten Rolan with said cacti)

Lia is definitely on the "tough love" side when it comes to comforting others. Sometimes it can be received well but other times it doesn't. It definitely doesn't work with Cal most days, but it can certainly work with Rolan.

Sometimes Lia genuinely fears she hates Rolan. She knows in her heart she doesn't at all, she loves her brother to death, but some fights with him can get bad and she gets very close to saying that she hates him. She has never told anyone this, and she never will.

She's big on words of affirmation to whoever her lucky partner is! And she's definitely the type to bring flowers on a first date, and she knows about flower language! Not a lot of it, but definitely the basics. She wouldn't bring a whole bouquet, more like a small bundle. (I think she would give White Camellia's! Which, if I remember correctly, practically means "You're Adorable")

She knows Cal admires Rolan more. She doesn't blame him, Rolan is amazing in many different ways. But there's some unsolved resentment that she feels towards that fact. Why doesn't Cal admire her in the way he admires Rolan? Did she do something wrong? This is something she will take to her grave.

Cal

Cal's character sheet shows he has a 16 strength, so he's pretty damn strong. I would also say he's pretty toned, but would have a soft middle area, which is perfect for cuddling to his lucky partner.

I think Cal is deeply traumatized by the Descent, but he feels as though he can't talk about it because Rolan and Lia refuse to themselves (they both are traumatized too). It was horrifying, watching people turn on them and seeing devils and monsters stalk the streets. It was hurtful, being completely exiled after they were finally safe. Can they all please sit down and talk about it, no matter how painful? This goes the same for Moonrise.

He got so used to being Lia and Rolan's emotional anchor that he often forgets he needs that same support; it isn't about him. When someone finally listens to him completely he's never felt so euphoric. Finally!

To add to the previous point, he feels as though he isn't trusted enough by those two. He's not sure if it's because he's the youngest, but he doesn't appreciate it at all.

Cal is absolutely a stress-baker. Anytime he's not handling stress well, he will bake. And I mean bake. He will spend hours baking multiple treats to give himself something to do, and it does genuinely help him feel better. (This could apply to cooking depending on the ingredients they have available in the tower)

I feel as though Cal is very close to snapping at the other two. Like, genuinely yelling and being pissed with them! He's been dealing with their bickering for a very long time now, and it only got worse after what they've been through. For once, can they consider his damn feelings about everything?

When comforting anyone, depending on the relationship, he can be very touchy. A hand on the shoulder, giving a hug, or keeping close is his go-to. Of course this will depend on the person, he'll respect boundaries if they don't like touch or just don't want it.

I think Cal's love language is gift giving for his lucky partner! He would either bake a sweet, get some flowers with the help of Lia, bring something he cooked, or buy something that they were eyeing on a date. He's very shy about it in the beginning, but over time he would build more confidence.

He loves Lia to death, but sometimes he thinks she can be too harsh. He understands where her anger can stem from in the moment, but her resorting to insults and purposefully provoking Rolan? How is that productive? It doesn't help the problem, it makes it worse. But as always, he isn't really listened to.

The first thing Cal would do in Baldur's gate is just sleep. A deep sleep that he desperately needed for a while. Rolan will go to his new apprenticeship, Lia would go find some work, all the while Cal will sleep for 16 hours. He's certainly groggy the next day, but he knows he needed that to start fresh.

Extras (Feat. Rolan)

These three haven't talked about Moonrise much. They haven't had the time to, or time to process the events. They literally saw someone get their eyes removed and tongue cut out. They saw people who they were traveling with get slaughtered left and right. They all need to go to therapy.

When they finally all move into the tower, the first night, they insist on sleeping in the same bed as Rolan. Just like when they were little. After everything, they wanted to make sure Rolan was okay (they know full well he isn't). This is the first night in a while that Rolan isn't plagued by nightmares.

The three of them have trouble adjusting to their new normal. Suddenly having a permanent home so big throws them off their game. They weren't traveling for very long, but they went through so much that having somewhere safe to stay has them reeling. They had no idea what to do first, but they figure it out together.

They absolutely would both help Rolan through panic/anxiety attacks, no matter the situation. At night after a night terror? They're already in the room with water and extra blankets. In a middle of a fight? Fuck the argument, they'll put it on pause and deal with it later. Rolan does not have attacks often, but when they do happen, they help him every time. Does it scare them? Of course it does, they never want to see their brother hurting like that.

Cal and Rolan take turns making meals for the three of them. Lia doesn't cook much so she helps out by washing dishes and setting the table up. She'll go as far as prepping ingredients as well if they're making a bigger meal.

They all don't like the cold. Tieflings run hot, but the cold doesn't bring too many good memories, especially for Rolan. When it became just the three of them after their mothers death, the colder months were much harder to deal with. There wasn't as much food available, prices of wooden logs grew higher, and they didn't have a lot of money to celebrate the winter holidays to their fullest extent. Though the winter months become more bearable when they settle in Baldur's gate, finally comfortable.

They have "sleepovers" once in a while, where they all sleep in the same room! Life gets busy, so occasionally, they gather in the biggest room and spend the night together. Cal makes his best sweets, Lia sets up a blanket and pillow fort, and Rolan gives the best light show he can muster. They all look forward to these nights because it's so special to them. A tradition they hope to keep forever.

#forest-writes #lia #cal #lia bg3 #cal bg3 #bg3 cal #bg3 lia #rolan #rolan bg3 #bg3 rolan #holy rolan empire

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vera-king-hrfl · 8 months ago

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Goodnight Kiss part 2. This one was easier. Mainly because I have a massive crush on Dammon. I do usually make him a bit more naughty, but bro actually liked Avernus, so...

In the morning, you steel yourself and exit the tower with determination. You can’t talk to Lia about this. Can’t talk to Rolan. You need someone who is more experienced with this sort of thing. Your brother had returned late, but, hopefully, your intended confidant would be up and about. As you approach the forge, you hear the ringing of a hammer, and hesitate. He’s awake already, slamming his hammer into soft metal. You round the corner and he’s there, his silky stupid hair in a little knot, his stupid muscles rippling in the morning light. He won’t answer you until he’s done with whatever he is working on, so you just sit silently on the ledge nearby and watch him. He glances up, flashing you a devastating smile, before going back to his work. His focus is lovely, and watching him work has always been one of your favorite distractions, so you don’t have a problem waiting. Dammon enjoys being looked at, you know, a pleased little smile on his face as he finishes whatever he’s making.

Eventually, he hits the last blow and plunges whatever it is into a barrel of water, letting it hiss and sputter as he wipes his hands. “Hi Cal. What can I do for you?”

You hadn’t thought of how to bring this up to the handsome tiefling, and you stammer for a second before coming out with it. “There is something… I’m having a hard time. Can I ask you something?”

His face becomes more serious when he sees how earnest you are. “Of course. You know you can talk to me about anything. Let’s go around the back.” He leads you to a little covered porch, drawing two cups of small ale from a small keg, before handing you one and motioning to a chair, bidding you sit beside him.

You sit and sip at the weak beer, organizing your thoughts for a minute, then clear your throat. “Dammon… how do you get a girl to like you?”

The older man chuckles. “So it’s like that, is it? I’m not sure if I’m really the best person to give you advice, but I’ll try.” He grins. “I used to be really shy too. You remember. But the time we spent in Avernus, with all those devils… now I kind of just ask if they want a piece. Gets me smacked, occasionally, but it works as often as not. Who’s the lucky lady? Or is this just a general question?”

You smirk to yourself a bit. It worked on Rolan, you think. You cough lightly to cover it. “Yeah but you look… well, like you. And this is different. I… just a girl I know and, well, I walked her home last night and I couldn’t even talk, much less make inappropriate suggestions. I was too nervous. I don’t just want… that. I like her and I want her to like me too, but I’m not very interesting, or handsome, or like… I don’t know. It’s probably never going to happen.” You take another drink, disgruntled.

Dammon laughs. “You think too little of yourself. Don’t worry about what I look like, Cal. I never got much attention either, until I built up my confidence a little. Not the kind I wanted, anyway. Look, I know everyone is going to tell you to just be yourself and stuff like that, but I had to become… I guess, a different version of myself. I had to stop caring what people thought of me. But you’re not like that. You’re so sweet. And you are attractive, whatever you might believe. I’m sure the lady thinks so too.”

Well… she had said that you were cuter than an ogre, anyway, so that was something. “But how can I tell if she likes me? I don’t want to get smacked if I say the wrong thing. This one uses magic… hells, Dammon. It’s Tav. She could blast me through a wall if she didn’t like it.”

Dammon sits straighter and whistles low. “Really? Well I can’t help you much there, I struck out with her. She was polite about it, and I remain mercifully unsquished, but I’m not really sure what she likes. I’ve never noticed that she’s really been interested in anyone. Can you describe what happened when you walked her home? What was she like?”

You feel annoyed that Dammon had tried to seduce Tav, or whatever he did, but relieved that he hadn’t managed it. “I don’t know. I guess… She was quiet, too. She walked next to me, kind of close, you know? Like, her hand touched mine sometimes. Made me nervous. Then when we got to her house, she just kind of stared at me for a minute. I thought she was offended about something, maybe because I didn’t talk… so I just babbled something and she said goodnight and I basically ran away.”

Dammon shakes his head with a chuckle. “Oh you are delightfully clueless, aren’t you? She does like you, Cal. Trust me. Tav can talk a mile a minute about anything under the sun, for hours on end, and she definitely isn’t shy in most circumstances. If she was as mute as you were, then she was probably feeling the same way. Think about it. How close she was, the hand touching. The girl won’t get within ten feet of me since I… uh… you know, not unless there are other people around. She’s the same with most people who show any interest in her, she’s not a flirt. I bet when you got to her door, when she looked at you like that… she was probably hoping you’d kiss her.”

Your face heats, thinking about how she looked. Her eyes big and golden, little teeth biting that plump bottom lip… maybe… but that brings you to your next problem. “I don’t really know how,” you mumble.

His blue eyes widen. “Really? But…” he laughs, “I am surprised. You really are adorable, you know. I find it hard to believe nobody has ever tried to kiss you.” He flashes his teeth at you. “I might have, once, but your brother would have turned me into a sheep.”

You blush even more fiercely, stammering, “well… um… maybe some people have, but I always wanted it to be… you know… someone special. But now I realize that I don’t even know how to do it. Where to put my hands…”

“That depends on where she wants them. But I can help with that, I think. Stand up, I’ll show you a few things.” He gets to his feet, but you just stare at him, feeling like your hair is going to burst into flames. Did he really mean…

He laughs again. “Don’t worry Cal, I won’t kiss you. I understand that you’re saving yourself. It’s sweet. But this kind of thing is hard to describe.”

You rise and put down your mug, wiping your sweaty hands on your pants. Dammon is taller than you, bigger, and you feel his energy when he comes close. He isn’t what you want, but it is kind of thrilling, having him so near. He takes a breath, “Alright, so. We’re going to keep this a bit chaste.” He lifts his hand and touches your cheek. “Close your eyes. Just feel it.” You do, and he slips his big, rough hand, slowly, up behind your ear and into your hair. You feel his heat move closer, and his other hand rests lightly on your waist. He’s whispering now. “Like this, you see? Don’t grip, just… ease into it. Give her some time to pull away if she wants to. If she likes it, she’ll touch you back.” You raise your own hands, touching his own waist, gripping the back of his arm lightly, “yeah, just like that. It’s instinctive. Then you lower your head, but not all the way.” You feel his warm breath against your lips, a little tingle racing down your spine to the tip of your tail. He really is good at this… “and that’s the thing. You don’t kiss her, you just… invite it. If she wants to, she’ll do the rest.” You are almost disappointed when he pulls away, and you have to shake yourself to dispel the effect. If you could do that to her…

“Does that help a bit?” Dammon resumes his chair and picks up his mug, grinning as you finish yours and nod, preparing to leave. It takes a second to find your voice again, but you smile at him and shake his hand.

“Yeah, it just might. Thanks, Dammon. That was… interesting.” You are turning to go when the devilish impulse hits you. “I can see why Rolan likes you.” You hear him choke and spit a mouthful of ale, and speed up, grinning as you round the corner of the house.

#cal bg3 #bg3 cal #baldur's gate fanfiction #bg3 dammon #dammon is a bit naughty #goodnight kiss #part 2 #cw suggestive #pg 13

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ersatz-eye · 1 year ago

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“But Karlach wasn't available at the moment, so he had to make do with the vampire.” Why did this make me laugh 😂

“The fact he'd get to call you his fiancé for an evening sends an unexpected heat up to his face.”🥰🥰🥰🥰

“"Now now, you wouldn't break the heart of your poor old mother by rejecting her invitation when you haven't seen her in years, would you?" The soft beans against Gale's mouth hold the threat of sharp claws underneath.” Before I am a person I am a Tara stan

“Scurrying to sit in the chair next to you before Halsin could, Gale ignored the cofused look the druid gave him before sitting down at another chair.” Fjjffjfjfj poor Halsin 😭😂

“A Selunite introduction party, as her parents explained. She never had the afterparty of her ceremony after the woods passage trial, and her mother really wanted her to see her adorned in the moon maiden silvery dress and white flowers.” Oh just right out the gate with the sad

“While her father never pressured her, knowing he still has plenty of time with her, her mother wasn't offered the same courtsy by life. So he encouraged Shadowheart to bring someone dear to her maybe, just to reassure her mother that she has a loved one, you know how humans tend to get about finding your soulmate and all of that.” SCREAMING! IM! GAHHHH!!! 😭😭😭

“"Please, indulge me this once. And we can pretend it never happened afterwards...if that's what you wish." The words pained her to say, but the relief that followed at your acceptance made all the pain worth it.” Shart 🥺

“Really, what was she thinking? Agreeing to the double date her friends offered her. She was too excited at having finally met more people from her past, ones that didn't stab her in the back, and one thing led to another.” she's so baby

“It's not that she ment to lie to her friends...it was just hard to tell them that even after all these years, she still doesn't have someone to call her own. It felt embarrassing to admit how alone she was, how touch starved and repressed she felt.” oh I'm sad again 🥺

“But no, instead, it was as if she grew a second head right then and there. Everyone was so excited to meet her so-called partner.” 😔✊

“Karlach's body pinned you to the ground with ease, even unintentionally her muscles could easily cage you on. Her skin hot against yours, she lifted her head and your faces were mere inches apart.” djfjfkkfkfkfk

“”Say soldier, have you ever played pretend before? You know that game that kids play." Very smooth Karlach, she thought to herself. "Uh...do you think the two of us can maybe play it tomorrow? Haha...ha."” very smooth indeed of course I want to play pretend with her.

“"Of course Karlach, anything you want." Accepting the awkward fistbump she offered you, in return you gave her a hug that lingered for more time than it should.

"Cool cool, great. I'll pick you up tomorrow?" Her tail was swishing excitedly behind her, a confident smile on her face as bright as the sun.” I've decided that they were already dating and Karlach was just unaware xjfjfjfj

“He will show them, he thought, he will show his spoiled bratty siblings that he isn't as uptight and "scares away all suitors" as they claimed!” ayy Rolan! 😌

“Lia was bragging again about the cute bard she managed to ask out, her third date this week. Rolan swears she is mentioning within earshot if him intentionally, hell even Cal gets the occasional longing stares at any tavren they go to.” Cal and Lia on top as always.

“Rolan isn't less than them and he will prove it. He just well...hasn't put himself out there yet, so what if he has zero experience with dating and romance? He is a fast learner, he is very confident in his ability to become an excellent lover in to time.” I'm obsessed with this one actually 🤣

“"You, come here." He yells the order across the tavren, catching himself afterwards and clearing his thraot to lessen the embarrassment of the situation. Still his eyes begged you to approch him.” who needs Gale and Astarion when you get the two in one with a cute lil tail

“And you did, walking to his table and sitting down. After all your companions were still sleeping upstairs so what's the harm in indulging one drunk grumpy tiefling when you were supposed to be on a supply run.” in it for the plot

“"From now on, I'm your boyfriend."

You choke on your drink, it takes him a moment to register the way he phrased his question.

Clearing his throat again, he refuses to meet your eyes as a blush colours his cheek. "No not like this, don't get the wrong idea." I love him dkfkckocockfk

“"I'm not unlovable." He whipsers, "I'm not going to beg for a chance, I just need your cooperation for a day or two, just to shut them up."” 🥺🥺🥺🥺

(also I read the first half and second half on two separate days so if I'm obnoxiously repetitive that's why)

Taking you as their fake date to an event

[Fluff, suggustive, romance, humour, fake dating, nb!reader]

[Wyll, Gale, Shadowheart, Karlach, Rolan]

Wyll

In the aftermath of clearing the misunderstanding with his father, Wyll found himself back at the centre of attention in Baldur's Gate's circle of nobles. Everyone wanted to meet the famed blade of frontiers, for the last time they saw him was years ago before he fully matured into the man he is today.

Letter after letter were delivered to your camp. Carrier pigeons barely escaped Tara's claws as they dropped the mail on Wyll's tent and left with most of their feathers intact.

Being the son of the grand duke of Baldur's Gate turned all the heads of any sane noble with a marriage allegeable offspring. Invitation for tea parties, hunting competitions, and even balls for the sole purpose of meeting other people. Wyll's hand was slowly going numb from having to write back formal polite declining letters.

If only there was a way to stop them from the source. He'd sigh and vent to his closest of companions. But Karlach wasn't available at the moment, so he had to make do with the vampire.

"Why not just tell them you've already tied the knot with someone or whatever you humans call it?"

For once, Wyll actually considered listening to the fanged devil on his shoulder.

He approached that topic as delicately as he could when it came to convincing you, inviting you to dinner at a restaurant, waiting until after you're both filled and the lighthearted conversation slowed to bring it up.

"My friend, if I may, there is something I could use a helping hand with."

To his relief, you don't seem uncomfortable to his proposal. If anything, you nonchalantly agreed to be his fake date to the upcoming celebration.

He thanks you with a polite smile, yet for some, his heart beat faster when he pictures you holding onto his arm amongst the crowd. Your formal attire matching his suit. The fact he'd get to call you his fiancé for an evening sends an unexpected heat up to his face.

Gale

Tara wakes him up with delight in her eyes one morning, her sing song tone of his last name is more chipper than usual.

"Mr.Dekarios, yoohoo~" she licks his face to get his sleepy eyes to focus on her, "Ms.Dekarios sends her regards, along with a mandatory summon invitation for you this weekend." Tara brings her paw up to her face, cleaning the fur and making herself even more presentable.

Before Gale gets a word in, he is interrupted by a paw smacking against his lips.

"Now now, you wouldn't break the heart of your poor old mother by rejecting her invitation when you haven't seen her in years, would you?" The soft beans against Gale's mouth hold the threat of sharp claws underneath.

Defeated and outsmarted first thing in the morning, the wizard reluctantly nods with a sight.

Deep down, he know this day would eventually come. He couldn't hide the orb and the looming threat over his life from his own mother forever, no matter how he naively hoped to find a cure before having to face her. Coming back to announce you've foolishly consumed untamed magic of chaos isn't the most popular mother's day gift.

But maybe, just maybe he doesn't have to let her know yet. If he could find a distraction.

And lucky for him, the perfect distraction was currently standing outside his open tent, rubbing Tara's belly as she purrs and leans into their arms more.

He devised a plan, a great list of excuses and reasons to sell you the idea of why you should go along with his plan of deception, even prepared a bribe if push came to shove.

Well, two bribes, actually. The first one was the massive breakfast prepared and catered specifically for your taste.

Scurrying to sit in the chair next to you before Halsin could, Gale ignored the cofused look the druid gave him before sitting down at another chair.

Either he was too easy to read, or you've picked up on his pattern of gifts and act of service whenever he has a request. Because he only had to hint at the upcoming home visit before you Blatantly stated that you're willing to go as his date.

"Well...this was certainly much easier than I expected. In fact I've deviced a much more elaborate argument and explanation for when you'd initially refuse."

"Why would I ever refuse Gale?"

You gently caressed the side of his face, wiping a small crumb of bread away from his lips before taking your hand back.

"I...well, uhm. You." With a flustered look, Gale wasn't sure how to respond. Did he remember to comb his morning hair? Oh god, wait, is he still in his pyjamas? Does he even look half presentable right now?

Shadowheart

A Selunite introduction party, as her parents explained. She never had the afterparty of her ceremony after the woods passage trial, and her mother really wanted her to see her adorned in the moon maiden silvery dress and white flowers.

How could she say no? Shadowheart only wished for both of their happiness, to make up for lost time as much as she could.

While her father never pressured her, knowing he still has plenty of time with her, her mother wasn't offered the same courtsy by life. So he encouraged Shadowheart to bring someone dear to her maybe, just to reassure her mother that she has a loved one, you know how humans tend to get about finding your soulmate and all of that.

But she felt lost. Was there really someone she could call a soulmate?

Your words echo in her mind, how you gently persuaded her into lowering her weapon. The night orchid you've given her is still kept safely in her journal, tucked away between the soft pages to preserve the petals forever.

What if you don't share her feelings? What if she is just another lost soul that has grown attached to you after you saved them. Afterall, you did end up risking blowing your cover when saving that drow women at moonrise tower.

Minthara's respect for you was nothing to scoff at. What's a cleric's faith when compared to a paladin's devotion?

Yet she still took a chance, a leap of faith for you.

One night before the two of you retreated to your own beds, she stopped you for a short conversation. Reluctance in her voice as she lowered her face and looked up at you, eyes glistening under the moonlight.

She explained her situation, her party for her coming of age ceremony that was long postponed, how she wished for you to accompany her as her date.

"Please, indulge me this once. And we can pretend it never happened afterwards...if that's what you wish." The words pained her to say, but the relief that followed at your acceptance made all the pain worth it.

She isn't sure where your heart lays, but for a day, it will be hers. Her faith will guide her, the faith that maybe one day, you too will return her feelings.

Karlach

She was nervously walking back and forth outside your tent just after dinner, unsure of how to approach you or even mention the topic.

Her tail aggiated and is switching between curling around her leg and lashing at the ground below. Karlach didn't bury her emotions as the engine in her chest glowed more and more, matching the redness of the sunset in the horizon.

Really, what was she thinking? Agreeing to the double date her friends offered her. She was too excited at having finally met more people from her past, ones that didn't stab her in the back, and one thing led to another.

It's not that she ment to lie to her friends...it was just hard to tell them that even after all these years, she still doesn't have someone to call her own. It felt embarrassing to admit how alone she was, how touch starved and repressed she felt.

Not to mention how every single one of her friends had already found someone. Most of them were married and the other half on their way to get married.

She didn't think they'd make a big deal out of it when she off-handedly mentioned that she was seeing someone, a simple white lie with no harm done. She thought they'd just be happy for her and move on.

But no, instead, it was as if she grew a second head right then and there. Everyone was so excited to meet her so-called partner.

And so she found herself like this, strolling around your tent like a loser, attempting to muster up the dignity to ask you to pretend to be her partner for tomorrow.

Only when bumped into something and lost her balance did she realise who stood in front of her.

Karlach's body pinned you to the ground with ease, even unintentionally her muscles could easily cage you on. Her skin hot against yours, she lifted her head and your faces were mere inches apart.

You didn't miss the way her eyes glances at your lips, the way her cheeks darkned when you licked them. The heacy of swallow afterwards before her lips twitched into a polite smile.

With a quick apology, she helped you up.

"Say soldier, have you ever played pretend before? You know that game that kids play." Very smooth Karlach, she thought to herself. "Uh...do you think the two of us can maybe play it tomorrow? Haha...ha."

You asked what she meant.

"I kinda of...well, I told my friends that I was already seeing someone so. Could you be that person? I'll pay you back tenfolds, I promise."

"Of course Karlach, anything you want." Accepting the awkward fistbump she offered you, in return you gave her a hug that lingered for more time than it should.

"Cool cool, great. I'll pick you up tomorrow?" Her tail was swishing excitedly behind her, a confident smile on her face as bright as the sun.

Rolan

He will show them, he thought, he will show his spoiled bratty siblings that he isn't as uptight and "scares away all suitors" as they claimed!

I mean, have you seen him? He is a very talented and capable wizard, how is it his fault that other people are far too dim and slow to realise how much of a catch he is, how his talent more than makes up for his sometimes bitter personality.

Lia was bragging again about the cute bard she managed to ask out, her third date this week. Rolan swears she is mentioning within earshot if him intentionally, hell even Cal gets the occasional longing stares at any tavren they go to.

Rolan isn't less than them and he will prove it. He just well...hasn't put himself out there yet, so what if he has zero experience with dating and romance? He is a fast learner, he is very confident in his ability to become an excellent lover in to time.

A day goes by, then two and three. Suddenly it's been a full week and he haven't had a speck of luck when it came to romancing someone. It's almost as if any person he approaches immediately loses interest the second he opens his mouth.

He is getting desperate, he can't let Lia know about this. She will never ever let him live it down.

So when you find him in the elfsong tavren, sitting alone on a table nursing on his drink with his tail curled around his leg. You stare at him long enough to catch his interest.

He recognises you immediately, you could see the cogs turning in his alcohol clouded mind.

"You, come here." He yells the order across the tavren, catching himself afterwards and clearing his thraot to lessen the embarrassment of the situation. Still his eyes begged you to approch him.

And you did, walking to his table and sitting down. After all your companions were still sleeping upstairs so what's the harm in indulging one drunk grumpy tiefling when you were supposed to be on a supply run.

Rolan orders you a drink too, his treats, he says without meeting your eyes.

And just as you take a sip, he lays it on you bluntly.

"From now on, I'm your boyfriend."

You choke on your drink, it takes him a moment to register the way he phrased his question.

Clearing his throat again, he refuses to meet your eyes as a blush colours his cheek. "No not like this, don't get the wrong idea."

Now you're sitting there, confused as the waiter brings you a towel to wipe down the drink you spilled on yourself. You thank them and take it, giving Rolan enough time to attempt to compose himself.

"I know i haven't made the best of impressions on you." He finally speaks up, "but I need you." His voice is more honest, a hint of vulnerability, "your help I mean. Lia and Cal, I want to prove them wrong."

His glossy eyes meet yours, the alcohol loosened his tongue.

"I'm not unlovable." He whipsers, "I'm not going to beg for a chance, I just need your cooperation for a day or two, just to shut them up."

Your hand goes above the table, wrapping around his own fist softly. "I understand, it's okay." You give it a light squeeze, "you don't have to explain yourself."

Somehow, your few words helped relieve his heart from its burden more than this whole night of drinking ever could.

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The Seven Of Us

Cassian and Nesta Archeron modern au - morning cuddles

A/N: THIS. WAS. HAARD. AS FUCK TO WRITE. BUT IT IS FLUFF. A LOT OF IT. AND IT’S FOR MY ONE AND ONLY GIRL, NINA. I LOVE YOU HONEY AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN, I HOPE THIS DOES SOMETHING TO SHOW YOU HOW MUCH I APPRECCIATE YOU AND GUYS SEND PROMPTS FOR THIS AU CAUSE I’M ALREADY IMAGINING EVERYTHING POSSIBLE IN THIS UNIVERSE SO YEAH, ENJOY!!

Word count: 3,584

Nesta liked to sleep in late on the weekends. Especially on Sundays, when she was sure they wouldn't be busy and she could lounge in bed, under the comforter, without the dread of hearing her phone ring at any moment.

What Nesta didn't like was her insistent husband of no less than sixteen years caressing her bare side at an hour far too close to dawn after he'd had the audacity to keep her up all night for a good time.

"Cass." Nesta gave a first warning. She heard him chuckle behind her, but kept her eyes closed.

When the feather-light touch didn't stop tracing its path across her skin, tickling her side, she sighed, "Cass, stop."

She felt him move closer and the warmth radiating from his body was already starting to wrap around her. She could have fallen back asleep in half a second, but he had other plans. Her hand snapped to grasp his wrist and Cassian chuckled again, saying in a sleep-filled voice, "Sweetheart, you're squeezing too hard." with that he moved his fingers over her skin applying more pressure and up to her armpit, where she was particularly ticklish and Nesta jerked, accidentally making the back of her head collide with her husband's nose.

The reaction from both of them was instantaneous. Cassian grunted, turning away from her, bringing his hands to his nose, while Nesta whimpered, raising herself up on one elbow so she could glare at him.

He burst out laughing, trying not to make too much noise, but when he turned back around, his eyes were glazed with tears and he was rubbing the bridge of his nose, squeezing it between his thumb and forefinger.

Nesta felt a little guilty. But only a little.

"I get that you like pain, but I thought you'd be a little more forgiving after tonight," he joked in a muffled voice from his hand, with an amused glint in his eyes. Nesta knew there would be an arrogant grin under that hand, showing the purely male satisfaction for what they had done.

The frown on her face deepened, but her cheeks flushed nonetheless at the memory of him blocking her airways to prevent everyone from hearing her come for the umpteenth time even down the street.

After all, as he had reminded her several times during their little game that lasted hours and hours, they weren't alone in that house either. She still insisted after so many years on receiving those lonely and sacred hours together with her husband, and Cassian always told her that they both deserved it, that with all the work they did during the week, they needed to feel the hands of the other on their bodies without anything or anyone disturbing them. The fact that they had to take advantage of the nighttime hours between Saturdays and Sundays didn't mean they would ever give up sex.

Nesta pressed her lips together in a thin line, "I would have been more forgiving if you hadn't decided to wake me up by torturing me," she whispered.

Cassian made a bewildered face, chuckling softly, "I was giving you an under arm massage, no torture." he pretended not to understand. Then he moved his hand to her side once more, pulling her flush against him, and that cocky smirk appeared on his lips, "Although you didn't seem to mind the torture so much last night either. I don't see what the big deal is about doing it now."

He was teasing her and she knew it.

Nesta let her head fall forward, pushing her forehead against his chest now resigned that she would never sleep through that morning, "Please stop."

His other arm wrapped around her waist as well, pulling her even more until she was completely lying on top of him. Nesta pouted upon feeling that he'd put on his pajama pants and, casting a quick glance at her body from over her shoulder, she noticed she was wearing a tank top and underwear.

She turned around smiling shyly at Cassian, "Thank you for putting clothes on me."

It often happened that their recreational activities would end up exhausting her and she would fall asleep soon after, too tired to even slip into a pair of panties and t-shirt for the night.

He smiled back at her, "I would never want anyone to walk into the room and be traumatized for life by seeing us naked and tangled under the covers."

She looked away, beginning to trace the lines of his tattoos, "Although," she brushed one of his pecs with her lips, "right now I would love for you to be naked."

Her mouth left faint kisses and bites in the places she knew were sensitive, and as she began to slide lower, with a clear goal in mind, she felt Cassian catch his breath before releasing the air through his nostrils.

His hands began to caress her back, in a very different way from what he was doing a few minutes before, "We can't." he murmured with a longing voice, taking her hips and blocking her thrusting movements.

Nesta lifted her head, breathing irregularly despite the fact that they hadn't even come close to her goal, and when she met his gaze, she knew what he was thinking. She sulked again, groaning, "I just want to be able to have sex whenever I want, how long until all this shit is over?"

Cassian's chest jerked repeatedly beneath her as he laughed, "Legally speaking, in fourteen years, my love." he pulled her up until their noses were touching. He caressed her cheek, brushing her mouth with his, "Realistically, it'll never end."

Nesta shook her head, "I hate you when you use logic." she whispered, kissing him properly. His lips parted and he moaned against her when Nesta made their tongues collide.

They broke away suddenly when they heard a laugh coming from down the hall. Cassian cackled as he saw Nesta's terrified expression, "If you hadn't been so sure of yourself eleven years ago, the sex would only be three years away now," he murmured, hurrying to speak when the sound of three pairs of rushing feet began to echo throughout the house, getting closer and closer.

Huffing annoyed that Cassian was right again, she pulled herself up on his lap, pressing her hips against his just out of spite and he groaned, biting down on a fist and closing his eyes. She smiled in satisfaction, shifting from on top of him.

The second Nesta settled back into her side with her back against the headboard, the door swung open and three little girls came screaming in excitedly. A beaming smile spread across the woman's face as she opened her arms wide, ready to welcome her daughters.

"Mommy!"

"Dada!"

Andra, oddly enough, was the first of the group and was the first to reach the bed, but with her only four years of age, she was still too short to make it onto the bed and Cassian, who was smiling mischievously at her and was ready to get up and help her, thanked every saint in heaven for his third-born, Nora, when she pushed her onto the mattress.

Celia, the second of the girls, was already at Nesta's feet and was now climbing through all the blankets to reach her mom.

"Come here, Lia," Nesta said to her, extending a hand. The little girl's tiny fingers tightened around hers and then the two were hugging each other in a bone-crashing hug, "Good morning mommy." murmured the little girl. Nesta kissed her forehead over and over again.

Nora was still helping Andra to walk on that unstable ground when Cassian pulled himself up to sit down - too impatient to wait until they would get to him on their own - and grabbed them both by the waist, pulling them onto him. The two little girls burst out laughing immediately when their daddy started giving them the same attention their mother was giving Celia.

"I had the strangest dream daddy!" cried the oldest one.

Cassian's eyes lit up at those words and as Celia settled herself astride Nesta's legs and laid her head between her breasts, wrapping her hips with her short arms, Andra had managed to escape her father's grasp and was smiling at her mom. She extended her little hands toward her and Nesta reached out to take the latest addition to the Navarro-Archeron family as well and settle her behind her older sister on her lap, but not before showering her with kisses.

"Oh yeah?" asked Cassian, turning Nora around so that she was looking at the other three as well, "Nothing bad I hope." he joked, looking at them all quickly with a funny grimace on his face.

Celia giggled and Cassian's head snapped in her direction. His smile grew even bigger and Nesta suddenly remembered why she had asked her husband for a second child almost eleven years ago. And then another. And another. And another.

Because of that look the man of her life reserved for each and every one of their children.

"You didn't give me any kisses, cutie," he pointed out to her. Celia pulled away from Nesta's chest and leaned in just enough for Cassian to leave a kiss on her nose. When everyone was back in their seats, Nora nodded excitedly.

"We were supposed to have a competition," she began, "and I was in the group with Ezra, Lia, and Dad, while Andra, Mom, and Cal were on the other team."

Now that the commotion was over and no one was moving on the bed, Nesta could get a good look at them. All three of them had what they called the barely-awake-wig on and she felt like laughing, but she restrained herself because she knew full well that if she even made a sound, Nora would start over to tell the dream.

In the common language it could be translated into "my hair is so tangled and knotted that it looks like a bird's nest" and the sight of their three daughters entering their room every Sunday looking like a bunch of strays never ceased to put a smile on Nesta's face.

"...And then Ezra called these huge animals that flew though they had butterfly wings and of course we got there first." she said proudly, high-fiving Cassian who had just raised his hand.

Nesta shook her head, "I'm sorry honey I didn't get where we were going?"

Nora huffed annoyed, crossing her arms over her chest and wearing a twin expression to her own, "To Terrasen, Mom."

Cassian nodded beside her, giving her a faux-offended look, "Yes, Nes, to Terrasen of course."

"Sorry potato, mom's just really tired," she brushed a hand across her face, "because dad kept her up all night," Nesta reminded, widening her eyes slightly at her husband.

Celia pulled herself up sharply, knocking Andra off balance who was leaning over her and fell over Nesta's legs, "Did you have a sleepover?" squealed Celia.

Cassian chuckled, reaching out to grab Andra and the little girl smiled at him in amusement. She started crawling towards him and Nora, "I don't have a dream." stammered the littlest one.

"Me neither baby." said Cassian to reassure her as he sat her down between him and Nesta.

Celia waved her little hands in midair, risking hitting her mom in the face and getting everyone's attention, "Why do you guys always have sleepovers and we never get to?"

Nesta frowned, "What do you mean you never have them?" she asked in amazement, "You're always at Aunt Gwyn's and Uncle Azriel's house." he pointed out to her.

Celia shook her head, snapping her tongue against her palate, "Yes but we never have them with you." she pouted, "Can we have one tonight?" she asked hopefully. Nora and Andra began to nod frantically as well. "And let's watch the princess and the frog!"

"I don't think so," said a voice from the door, "We own the television tonight and we have to watch that new movie on Prime."

"Good morning guys." Nesta smiled affectionately at her two sons, both obviously just waking up with their eyes half closed, as they leaned on each other for support.

Cassian burst out laughing at his daughters' shocked expressions.

Celia was shaking her head indignantly and stood up on the mattress to retort to her brother.

Nesta already knew how this was going to end and casting a quick glance towards her husband, she knew Cassian was thinking the same thing.

"Noooo!" shouted Celia. Andra stood up in turn, keeping a small hand on Cassian's shoulder so she wouldn't risk falling. "The TV is ours."

Ezra yawned as he stepped forward into the room and sat down at the bottom of Nesta's feet, before falling face forward onto the mattress and muttering something incomprehensible.

Cal had remained standing next to the bed on his father's side and was looking at his sister with an equally combative expression, ready to defend his and his brother's TV night, "No, Celia," Cassian grimaced at the use of his full name, "It's Sunday and TV is ours to have. You girls got it last night."

"I want to have a sleepover!"

Cassian loved all of his children equally, but Celia's tone of voice was too high for her to be allowed to speak on Sunday mornings before ten o'clock and if he didn't intervene, that high-pitched squeal would turn into a cry and he knew it wouldn't take them even half a second to throw themselves at each other's throats.

Casting a quick glance at all the children, he saw that Andra seemed just as convinced as her older sister and Nora was sighing so frequently that it didn't take a genius to figure out that she, too, didn't want to hear them fight so early. Ezra seemed to have fallen back asleep with his head in his mother's lap and Cassian felt a surge of affection for his son.

They were the perfect family picture.

When Nesta had told him she'd gotten pregnant almost sixteen years ago, he hadn't believed it. They had only been married a few months and weren't exactly trying to have children. Not that they were taking precautions to avoid it, but it had been unexpected. He had cried at the prospect that in only nine months he would be a father.

Then Ezra had been born, his hair the same shade as his mother's and his gray eyes the exact copy of those of the woman he loved, and Cassian had fallen completely in love all over again. In love with that tiny little creature who already had so much power over him and who he would have died for without a blink. And he hadn't been able to stop himself from thinking that he wished he had more. That if Nesta wanted, they would give Ezra a brother or sister as soon as possible.

As he had held him for the first time, crying as if his life had just begun, Cassian had thought that the love he felt for his son was too much, that the feeling would overwhelm him one day if he didn't find a way to share it and give it to others. For that reason, when Nesta had announced her second pregnancy to him three years later, he had been relieved that he would finally be able to share his love for Ezra with a second child.

He'd been wrong.

Cal was born when Ezra was four and was the exact physical copy of his father. Dark eyes and hair the exact color of Cassian's and the love had only doubled and totally crushed him. He had become as much a slave to the feeling as an addict to the next fix.

Nesta had joked that they were finally even, one child each, a genetic copy of both of them, and for two years all had been calm. Cal and Erza were growing up as fast as any other child and to Cassian it seemed like life was perfect, complete.

He'd been wrong again.

Nora had arrived three years after Cal and Celia only the year after Nora and Cassian had cried for days. Crying in front of those beauties so pure. And they were his and Nesta's. It was he and Nesta who had given life to those little balls of black hair and dark eyes that jumped on their bed every morning, welcoming them into the world every day with love and affection.

However, Nesta had never seen Cassian cry as much as he did the day Andra was born.

Andra, the last of the girls in the entire family, even smaller than the children of their brothers and sisters, had been born only four years earlier, three years apart from Celia.

Nesta had been shocked to see Cassian's reaction when he had first held the baby girl in his arms. She had been seriously worried when his body had started to shake with sobs and she had had to beg him to tell her it was okay, to give her a sign that he wasn't about to die choking on his own tears.

Cassian had looked at her amidst the crying and smiled, sniffling, "She looks just like you."

At that point, even Nesta hadn't been able to hold back her tears and had joined him in the land of the hyper sensitive parents.

It was true. Up to that point, for ten years, only Ezra had acquired physical features from his mother. The other three, though from a character standpoint they were the farthest thing from their father there could be, were the exact physical copy of him. Cal, Nora, and Celia had been mistaken for twins more times than Nesta could remember.

And although Cassian saw his wife every time he looked at his children, especially their first child, when Andra had arrived, the resemblance had been such that he'd simply burst.

Now they were complete.

A frustrated scream interrupted his train of memories and he felt Andra's tiny hand squeeze his shoulder.

He focused all his attention on Celia, who was trying to climb over him to reach Cal with her arms stretched forward - surely intending to rip her brother's face off.

The son had a grin identical to the one Nesta had when she teased him, and he took a deep breath, thinking that no one would really blame him if he accidentally knocked all his kids off the bed.

A smack on the arm made him turn to Nesta, who was looking at him hard, "Either you stop dreaming about throwing your kids out of bed and make yourself useful by stopping the upcoming fight or next Saturday no sleepover for you." then, before he could retort by saying she could stop them just as easily, she pointed to her legs pinned down by the growing body of their fourteen-year-old son, who seemed completely undisturbed by the sisters' high-pitched screams as they circled Cal, "I'd do it, but I'm stuck."

Cassian sighed as he stood up, making his way through the three little girls who seemed to be chanting some satanic ritual and picked up his son, saving him from what would have been certain death. The boy wrapped his arms around his neck and smiled down smugly at his sisters.

"That's enough." he instructed in the authoritative tone that only a father could have, "We have three TVs in this house." then he turned to the three pink and white girls, each with an adorable pout on their faces, "Tonight it's Cal and Ezra's turn to use the one in the living room and I'm sure you can all watch whatever they choose together." he took a deep breath, "But just in case not, you can come over to mom and dad's big bed and watch the princess and the frog here, okay?"

Celia looked on the verge of tears, always the most temperamental of the five, but she nodded once.

Nora took her hand and told her to follow her to their room and Cal wriggled out of Cassian's grasp, following them silently. Surely in five minutes he would have to get up and split them up again, but he cared little as he scooped Andra up off the floor and lay down on the bed holding the little one in his arms.

Nesta was stroking Ezra's hair absentmindedly and looking at him with such feeling in her eyes that Cassian only realized an in later that he had spoken.

"I love you, too," she replied, looking up at him from under her lashes.

Andra flapped her small hands laughing, "Me too."

Cassian looked at her smiling widely, "Come here baby."

The little girl burst out laughing, begging her daddy to let her go and Ezra stretched, extending one arm towards his mom and the other towards his dad.

He looked confused when he opened his eyes, but grunted something gibberish and closed them again soon after.

Nesta's hand stopped in his hair, "What did you say love?"

Ezra pulled himself up on his elbows, looking at her with eyes bright with amusement and Cassian knew immediately that whatever was going to come out of his mouth, he wasn't going to like it.

"Next time you have a sleepover, remember to close the window as well."

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@sjm-things @kris10maas @awesomelena555 @sannelovesreading @queenamydien29 @ireallyshouldsleeprn @messyhairday-me @ncssian @observationanxioustheorist @my-fan-side @booksstorm @maastrash @sayosdreams @thedarkdemigod @courtofjurdan @thewayshedreamed @ladywitchling @nahthanks @archeron-queen @sleeping-and-books @bri-loves-sunflowers @thegoddessofyou @ghostlyrose2 @claralady @queenestarcheron @oop-theregoesgravity @simping4bookboisngrls

#nessian #nesta archeron #cassian #nessian fic #nessian fluff #fluff #acosf #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acotar fic #nessian family #nessian child #nessian baby #nessian children #acotar next gen #TSOU #the seven of us

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