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[kimberbohwrites]

Rolan Headcanons

*Is Rolan a Virgin?*

Obviously, 18+ NSFW, MDNI

This was inspired by a recent poll I saw on here and I really enjoyed both sides of the discussion. Here are my thoughts:

-Short answer: No, Rolan is not a virgin when he meets Tav.

-Long answer: I absolutely think Rolan is Demi-sexual. It’s very likely his previous sexual experiences were doing what was expected of him in his past, short relationships.

-He was happy to learn how to please his past partners, but he thought something was wrong with him. He had a difficult time staying hard and/or finishing during the act.

-He thinks maybe he just doesn’t *get* sex

-Until the first time he makes out with Tav, after being friends and knowing her for so long. As he really gets to learn her character and her mind. Rolan is almost overwhelmed by how badly he wants Tav.

-Sex with Tav is like the first time for him, the way their bodies and minds connect in this single act. He no longer is struggling to finish, instead the opposite now becomes his concern.

-He realizes there was nothing was wrong with him, he was just waiting for the right person. That attraction works different for people and to him, a person’s mind and soul matter more than their physical body.

-The sensations of their skin, the way they smell, the way their eyes scrunch and they bite their lips when he is inside them and makes them feel good— all of it feels different, stronger with Tav.

-The more their bond grows, the better the sex. After a few years together, they sometimes fool around a few times a day.

-He comes to relish the activity, exploring new kinks and interests over the years together. It brings a level of confidence to his day-to-day life that mellows out his more irritable impulses.

[cchickki]

Hiii! Once you get this, you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly. Then you have to send this to ten of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool :3)

hi friend, hope you’re doing alright ❤️

1. I’m told often that I always smell good

2. I get compliments on my skin (I try to take good care of it)

3. I think I’m funny, at least to those who know me well

4. I’m a good listener

5. I’ll give myself this one - I have good music tastes

also tagging @mothertodaughters to do this since your asks aren't open (no pressure)

[pouroverpaloma]

Friend, the amount of times I have gone back and re-read a few of your fics is embarrassing. I know the doubt is there (I feel it a lot too) but I just want you to know you’ve got some real fans out here!

Aw man you’re too nice to me! I’m gonna get a big head!! Thank you so much; you get it.

I saw a post recently about how if you don’t like your writing all of a sudden, it means you’re improving, and I’m hoping that’s true. I’ll keep trucking and find out :)

[darkurgetrash]

Thanks for the tag @kimberbohwrites (yours is so cute)! I’m afraid I’m making a new post bc the thread was getting very long! 😂

Rules: make a new post and use this picrew to make yourself and post the last song you were listening to.

Bonus points for having several outfits I’d wear, negative points for not letting me hold both cake AND a can of monster. ����

Come and receive your tags m’ladies ~ @dutifullylazybread @forget-me-maybe @sorceresssundries @lisa-and-shadow 💕

[vera-king-hrfl]

I love you guys so much 🥰

I propose a game for our tiefling enjoyers!

@crowwolf and I have been fiddling with Guex, and @reverieblondie and @graysparrowao3 were talking about a story where Kanon survives, sooooo I have a thought...

Let's all pick one of the more obscure tieflings, like one of those who doesn't make it to act 2, and make up some HC stuff or write a lil story about them, or draw a picture!

Doubling up is fine, and we can share characters or collab, but I think it would be fun!

Off limits would be:

Zevlor, Rolan, Dammon, Cal, Lia, Alfira, Lakrissa, Bex, Danis, Cerys, Tilses, Okta, kids.

We can set a week sometime in the future so we all have a chance to work it out.

Also tagging @faerunsbest @darkurgetrash @dark-and-kawaii @orangekittyenergy @kimberbohwrites @sharess-festhall contributors, and anyone else I forgot. Special shout out to @aviatorasharak for the inspiration!

Repost for interest check. Anyone is welcome, and nobody is pressured.

[wakacreations]

Happy Birthday @kimberbohwrites! I hope you're having a fantastic birthday!

[arczism]

WIP tag game

Tagged By: @kimberbohwrites

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like). all of my last lines of my current wip ✨ No pressure tags: @sammysilverdyne @vince-linder @wingedhorrors @fruity-m0nster @jasakime

[dutifullylazybread]

WIP Monday Friday!

Thank you so much for the tag @sorceresssundries!! As of this week, I decided to restart chapter 13 of Deeply and Immovably So, so below is a snippet of some of what I have written so far!

No Pressure Tags: @commander-krios @kimberbohwrites @lemonsrosesandlavender and @redroomroaving

Spoilers below!

Rolan shifted in his sleep, too tired to so much as mutter an incoherent string of syllables as he turned over, one hand flung across Tav’s side of the bed. Weakly, he patted his hand over the blankets, searching for something. Or, were Tav to flatter herself, someone.

Having been crushed under the weight of his own exhaustion, Rolan had slept much of the day away, only moving when he got too stiff from laying in one position for overlong.

And, as the afternoon slowly eased into evening, he still gave no indication that he would wake—were it not for the steady rise and fall of his chest, Tav very likely would have assumed the worse. She kept checking him for a fever as it was, her fingers grazing over his brow and finding him comfortably warm. Nothing to worry about, she told herself.

[reverieblondie]

WIP Wednesday!

Thank you so much for tagging me @forget-me-maybe! I can not wait to read your Tav and Aradan fics! (how i'm just finding out about these I don't know...) Link here if you want to check out forgets stories HERE

Now I am tagging... @dark-and-kawaii @vera-king-hrfl @kimberbohwrites @drizztdohurtin @graysparrowao3 I want to see what you or anyone else is cookin up for us!

Now as usually... I'm working on a bunch of stuff at once...

A vignette for The dark prince a little Cal x Lae'zel teasing...

Chapter 3 for The Dark Prince is on the way!

My Zevlor x Ex-Goddess series I'm working on in the shadows.

We have a Premature ejaculation drabbles for Rolan, Zevlor, gale and Aradin!

Remember Me part 2 for my ATSV girlies (I see you)

lastly, How to shut a devil up in 5 easy steps a little Raphael x tav moment.

A little Premature Ejaculation teaser under the cut....

Rolan:

His gleaming eyes stay fixed on you from across the inn. Rolan had thanked you profusely when you returned with Cal and Lia safe and sound along with others. Everyone is in the swings of celebration and though he has thanked you once already he wants to do more. So with a swig of the wine bottle he tries to drink in some courage before he pushes off the last light bar and nervously makes his way to you. Of course as soon as he approaches you your lips are curling into the sweetest of smiles, your eyes drinking in his form as he stands before you. Rolan feels his face warming and his chest getting tighter as he stands so close to you now, but he swallows it down and puts up that arrogant  facade with that confident smile and teasing words of thanking you again.

“You want to thank me again? You're not going to try and give me money again are you? I told you I don’t want that.”

“No, no, I just figured you and I could… share a drink somewhere… more private?” 

Rolan tries to not let his nervousness show or how his tail is twisting to betray him as you look him up and down in contemplation… then you smile and lean in close to his lips.

“Lead the way…”

In the back of last light, the normally quite area that was filled with only the sound of the steady stream has new noises within its air. Hot breaths and the rustling of clothes married with muffled moans of two people getting lost in each other for the first time.

[tealfling]

Circuit of Devotion

🛎️🛎️ @kimberbohwrites 🛎️🛎️🍽️ Order Up!

A/n: I wrote this for Kimerbohwrites by request based on this headcanon of mine.

Rolan x Coren (my tiefling Storm Sorc F!Tav)

Wc: 3,600

 It's stupid in love fluff, so no warning I think. well except bad grammar

⚠️NOW ON A03⚠️

 

 Rubbing the back of his neck Dammon hummed, considering everything he could have at his disposal. Dammon mentally listed every artisan and guild trader he'd met in the Gate. His eyes roamed his shop interior and landed on a canvas covering an old bucket. He had never found a use for the material inside, but maybe…

     "I have this," he said, ripping back the canvas and disturbing the dust. Both tiefling men shooed the dust from their face. Rolan waved hishand, magically cleansed the air so as not to cough. He peered down into the pail. There was some arcane essence emitting from the dark, speckled ore before him.

"And this is?" Rolan asked, arching a brow, not entirely sure what he was looking at.

     "Currently? Junk. These pieces are too small to forge into any worthwhile weapon or armor." Dammon held up his hand as Rolan's face began to sneer at the word junk. "But, it is Adamantine and I think it could serve our purpose. She traded this to me and I just never had the heart to get rid of it."

     Rolan regarded the chunks of highly rare, highly enchantable ore. Of course she’d somehow managed to come across such rare material. He considered everything he knew of Adamantine, its history, and innate properties. His head nodded as the possibilities revealed themselves, it wouldn't be easy, and would require their highest skills, but they could do it.

     "This could work," Rolan said, more as encouragement to himself than anything else. The tieflings shared a grin. Dammon couldn't contain his excitement at the challenge before him and it manifested in a subtle wag of his tail. It was going to be perfect.

A Few Months Later

     Coren nuzzled her cheek into Rolan's arm with a delightful sigh. The sun was low. Offshore a dark storm threatened to overtake the sunset. The breeze carried a chill signifying the changing of the season. The cobblestone streets heading towards Sorcerous Sundries were emptying for the day as they strolled leisurely back home. Coren looked back up at Rolan with another contented sigh. Home. Something, someone, she'd never had before. She couldn't help but squeeze his arm. 

     "Thank you for today. That place was delicious." Soft adoration plastered her face while she spoke to the man she loved.

     "I'm glad you liked it." Rolan replied with an equally smitten smile. "Getting on the guest list was nearly impossible. I hear it's currently a three ten-day waitlist." A meager hint of smugness to his tone. He readjusted the garment bag in his arm so that he could bring his hand up to place on hers.

     Coren paused with a giggle, "Oh, love, did you pull the 'Master of Ramazith's Tower' card? For me?" Her voice was riddled with teasing affection and a fiendly smile.

     "I did no such thing." Rolan drawled. "I didn't need to,” he admitted. “When asked what names to put down, the moment your name left my lips, suddenly a spot at the very top of the list became available. Apparently," he continued raising a brow, "you saved the owner's niece from absconding with a vampire in the sewers, the chef's brother from a cultist, and it seems the kitchen fire elemental is very close with a mud mephit and earth elemental couple you once met at a circus." He stopped to spin the woman on his arm to face him. "Tell me, how is it you're not exhausted from being so phenomenal constantly?" He questioned bluffing exasperation. "Also, you must share your secrets for accomplishing so many miraculous feats in such little time." Gentler than his playful tone, he used the back of his hand to push one of her white streaks of her hair back behind her ear tip. She shivered, leaning into his touch, with a contented hug. Enjoying his warmth and the warmth that seemed to spread through her very being when he was near.

     The blue sorceress stepped onto the air, using it to raise up until she floated to meet his eye level. Coren slid her hands up Rolan's jaw with a hum, "I suppose at the time, my two main motivations were ridding my brain of the Illithid tadpole trying to consume it and," Her blue eyes flitted to his lips, "getting my favorite wizard to admit he wanted kiss me." She smiled, "It makes it easier to push through a difficult time with a reward oriented goal in mind." Her nose crinkled playfully.

     "Well," Rolan's breath ghosted her lips, "you always were an overachiever." He slid his arms around the small of her back, drawing her close. Locking his gentle, yellow starburst eyes with her icy ones he smirked "And greedy. You never seem to have enough, but it is a price I am most enthusiastic to pay-" he leaned his forehead to hers, "even if it didn't secure the safety of the Sword Coast."

     Their lips met. Smiles pressed warmly. A soft gentle kiss. Heart fluttering so. If he weren't holding her, she felt as if she could float away. Very reluctantly, Coren pulled back first. Her instinct ever to seek more passion, to press forward with an inherent need to physically show the love that bubbled within her. To reassure him of her steadfast feelings. Still, she withdrew while she had the remaining wherewithal to remember they were in a public street and Rolan was publicly shy about intimacy. Though she did enjoy the little chase his lips gave hers seeking more.

     As if to prove her point, the bell of a shop door opened then closed, and hasty boot steps grew closer. Coren lowered herself back to the ground and Rolan pulled back straightening his shoulders then drew his hands to smooth out his coat. Respectable in appearance once again. He looked so handsome with his longer hair pulled back. It would almost be a shame to dishevel him later.

     The approaching footsteps finally drew the lover's attention away from each other long enough for Coren to immediately recognize her favorite tangerine tiefling blacksmith rushing in their direction, donning a coat.

     "Dammon!" She waved. The three tieflings greeted each other. It was odd to see the blacksmith out at this hour. He was usually still wielding his hammer at his forge into the early evening. Instead his hands held a fine looking wooden box. "Did you close the forge early?" Coren asked, tilting her head inspecting the box.

     Turning to look over his shoulder, almost like Dammon was checking that he did indeed close the forge properly. Satisfied that it didn't slip his mind, he turned back to the mages before him. "Oh, yeah. I'm trying to catch Lakrissa at the Elfsong." He lifted the box at the other woman's name. It was a simple rectangular box, but expertly crafted to showcase the red wood's natural beauty.

     Coren's eyes went wide, "Is that for tomorrow?!" Her tail flitted around in excitement.

     "Sure is," Dammon smiled sheepishly. He leaned in as if he were about to whisper a delicate secret. "Would you like a peek?"

     She almost missed it. The way Dammon's blue hazel gold eyes flicked back over her shoulder up to Rolan. That was- odd. Something had just been shared between them that she was not privy to. She turned up to Rolan. His face gave nothing away. He just gently looked at her and nodded encouragingly toward Dammon's box. Coren nodded, the curiosity overwhelming her moment of suspicion.

     The lid creaked open. Two daintily crafted rings of golden rose metal and pink gems lay on a bed of velvet. A pair of larger, finely detailed companion horn bands, completed the set perfectly. Gazing at them felt like hearing a love song. Coren could almost hear Alfira's singing dancing around her heart. These were perfect, like the love they represented.

     "You made these, Dammon?" Coren gasped, hovering a hand over the rings as if to touch them, but worrying they were so delicate that she might break them.

     Dammon cringed, "Ouch. You don't have to act so surprised."

     "That's not what I meant and you know it." Coren pouted, narrowing her eyes. Behind her she could hear Rolan stifle a chuckle in his throat and batted his calf with her tail. He immediately caught her tail with his own and the two intertwined like a tether.

     Distantly thunder boomed and Dammon snapped the box shut. "I'd better get going. Lakrissa will kill me if this box gets ruined." He nervously slid the box inside his coat.

     Coren giggled, "We wouldn't want that."

     Rolan re-laced his arm through Coren's, "We'd better be going, too. Good day, Dammon."

     "See you at the wedding tomorrow. Tell Lakrissa I'll make sure this storm's past. She can expect gorgeous weather for two gorgeous brides!" Coren said, waving her friend off as he sprinted down the street.

     Sorcerous Sundries was still more than a block away. And with the sky darkening quickly, they knew they'd need to use the portals there as they'd never make it to the tower on foot. 

     Coren's smile, however, could not have been brighter as she returned home with Rolan. He looked down at Coren, a wealth of warmth spreading through his chest. "What's got you all smiles?"

    "I'm just so happy. For us. For everyone. Everything is perfect. Everyone is safe. We're together. Cal and Lia are doing great. You're the most admired wizard south of Waterdeep." Rolan scoffed at her playful jab, as she continued, "Dammon's smithing is doing well. Bex and Danis just had a baby, not to mention the success of their bakery. And Alfria and Lakrissa are finally getting married. When we all met our lives were kinda, well, shit shows. But look how far we've come," Coren was beaming, truly proud of them all. "Even Mattis and Mirkon are keeping out of trouble. I can't believe how good this feels. To have friends. To be with you." She glided up to place a kiss on Rolan's cheek. Thunder clapped over head.

    "Do you think we'll make it?" Rolan peered up assessing the sky.

    "No. I can feel it under my skin. It's too close." Coren tugged herself closer. "You're not afraid of a little rain now are you?"

    Rolan huffed playfully. "Of course not. I just don't want to get our nice clothes wet. Or ruin your dress for tomorrow." He said lifting the bag in his other hand.

    Coren produced a pout. "I'm not sure if I should take offense to that or not. You know I wouldn't let you get wet if you don't want to. I'll always be here to protect you, my love, especially from the Big Bad Evil Rain Storm."

    "As it should be, my dear," he smiled warmly, pressing his lips softly to her forehead between her horns. "But that's not the point and you know it." He held out his hand. "Let me Dimension Door us to the Tower."

    "Fine." She exaggerated a sigh, but tangled her fingers with his all the same. "But you know how much I like the rain. That first wave always makes me feel so powerful," she pouted over exaggerating her pillowy bottom lip.

    Rolan pulled her close, resting his forehead on her's and wrapping his other arm around her back. A mischievous grin pulled at his mouth as he whispered, "In that case, my dear, let me see what I can do." He lifted her up into a kiss, but this time she pulled herself closer deepening the kiss as they disappeared from the street in an arcane flash.

    Rain softly pelted the tower windows. Coren lightly skipped over the sopping wet clothes passionately thrown across the bedroom floor after being ripped from heated bodies. That was future Coren's problem. She slid into bed, handing Rolan a fresh glass of water, and seated herself beside him. Coren took a bite of leftover strawberry lemon cake she'd gathered as Rolan gulped down his drink.

     "So," she continued, dusting the crumbs off Rolan's shirt that hung loosely over her smaller frame. "What was that weird look between you and Dammon earlier?" she asked, chewing another bite of sour sweet cake.

    "What look?" Rolan asked, not hiding the small awkward cough of water as well as he thought.

    Swallowing her snack, Coren continued, "Dammon gave you a look when we met up earlier. Like you knew something I didn't. So, 'fess up."

   "As I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about, there is nothing to ‘fess up.’"

She studied him for a moment. He held her gaze with his sunny sunflower eyes, but Coren sensed he was holding something back.

   "No, there was definitely something weird between you two when Dammon wanted to show me the wedding rings." Rolan readjusted himself, placing his glass on his nightstand. “And since we’ve been together over a year, I think I know when you’re trying to hide something from me.”

  “Oh, do you now?”

   “Yes, so what has you all cagey about Alfira’s rings? Why would you and Dammon- '' A thought struck her at that moment. “Unless,” she started, more to herself than him. A flutter of excitement stirred in her stomach. “Unless there are other rings you two talk about. Are you going to ask Dammon to make rings?” Her tail curled behind her and she threw her weight forward on her arms invading his space. 

   Rolan’s neck tensed, he averted his gaze, and scoffed. “I don’t need to ask him to make anything. It’s already made.”

   Coren bounced back on her thighs, “You had rings made for us?! Let me see!” Her tail thumped behind her and her voice burst little too loud.

   “No. I had a ring made. Your ring. One. And I know the second you see it you’re going to put it on.” Coren shook her head in agreement. That’s exactly what she would do. Without a doubt. Rolan sighed, “I just haven’t found the right time to ask. I wanted the moment to be as perfect as you are.”

   Coren almost groaned, “If that’s what you’re waiting for, then I’ll never see it. Just a little peek. Please.” She purred, leaning forward, “You know I never beg. Pretty please.” Her tail swished behind her.

   Pinching the bridge of his nose Rolan relented. “Fine. No use keeping it from you now. But, just one look.” 

   Coren was vibrating with her giddiness. He knew now that she was aware of its existence, Coren would certainly spend every unsupervised moment tearing the tower apart in search of it. Might as well save himself the trouble of cleaning up the destruction in her wake. Rolan leaned over, opened the drawer of his bedside table and pulled out nothing. Clutching an empty hand he muttered a dispelling incantation. A beautiful purpleheart wooden box was revealed in his hand. 

   Coren gaped, “It was there the whole time!?”

   “Easily concealed from the wandering eyes of a sorceress by a simple Invisibility charm.” Rolan bragged as Coren pouted, protruding her plush bottom lip, and grumbling about wishing she’d taken Volo’s eye. She thumped her tail behind her. Rolan eased the box open, revealing a single stone dark metal band.

   Springing forward, Coren snatched the ring from its box and held it up to her face closely examining it. It was a simple ring, but Coren didn't mind. There was something familiar about the cold dark blue-grey metal that she couldn't quite place. The band itself was almost plain looking except for a few faint runes Coren could feel, but not really make out. She'd never seen anything like the dark center stone before, but she could sense it tugging at the magic within her. 

   Drawn in by the stone, Coren hadn't realized she had lined it up with her finger ready to slip it on until Rolan grabbed her hand.

   “Wait,” he paused, sliding the ring out her hand. "You must be sure before you put it on." 

    "Why? Is it cursed?” Coren smirked. “Did you make me a cursed ring I could never take off?" she quipped.

    Immediately Rolan rebutted, "Of course not. But you would be the one to wear a cursed item without a second thought."

    Coren leaned in to tease. "Did you curse it so that I would never leave you? Because you were already cursed with that the moment I survived the Absolute."

     "Is that so?" Rolan chuckled, a soft grin pulling up to one side. "No, it's not cursed, but it is heavily enchanted,” he stated. “Everything from the Adamantine metal to the gems, Astral Shard, and engravings were all meticulously selected for their specific arcane properties,” he explained, turning the ring over in his fingers as he did. “I wanted something that would not only look beautiful, but enhance the natural abilities of its talented wearer.” He looked at her with a cheeky smile before his brows knit together. “It will immediately attune to you once you put it on, so you must be sure.” With a wistful sigh he continued, “I only wish I could have come up with a worthy way to ask you to wear it.” 

    Coren arched her brow and smiled softly trying to lighten the mood, “Like, what, getting down one knee in front of the Baulderan fountain? That guy’s an asshole.”

    “Ha, it had been a thought.” Rolan admitted. “I wasn't sure if it would be better to ask in the traditional Baulderian manner, or if one of the many tiefling customs would have been more appropriate. I-"

    Coren slid her hand over Rolan's, "Darling, you're overthinking this. My answer would be the same regardless of the way it's done. Do what feels right for you. Don't hold yourself to the standards of others- we know they fall short of your greatness anyway.” She smirked trying to boost his ego a little before continuing, “Alfria proposed to Lakrissa in song because that's what bards do. Do what feels comfortable to you. I can't answer a question I'm never asked, but don’t doubt yourself. Because- I hope you know- there’s no doubt about my answer.” Coren's words were earnest before she looked down in his hand, “I am still going to put the ring on though."

    "Wait!" Rolan said, adjusting to his knees. "One moment." His eyes frantically darted around nothing as he worked through a thought in his head. Rolan lifted his hands drawing purple arcane sigils, whispering an incantation under his breath.

    The bedroom around them slowly disappeared into darkness. A deep, unnatural, pitch-filled darkness. It almost reminded Coren of the imposed darkness of the Shadows Curse, but there was no impression of evil. A sense of ease fell as Rolan's magic settled through the room like a warm blanket. The arcane nature of the spell almost made it difficult to see even as Coren strained her dark vision to make out the outline of the man in front of her. There was stillness for a moment while she felt the arcane energy in the room shift as another spell was cast in the darkness.

    "Coren," Rolan breathed gently, grazing his fingers along her own until he held her hand in his. The moment he spoke movement in her peripheral drew her attention away from the direction of his voice.

    Across the room deep in the darkness, a tiny mote of golden light flickered like a firefly.

    "My beautiful storm. My peaceful center." Another slightly bigger green light appeared. Then a blue, and a purple. A colorful assortment of lights began to spark into life around them as Rolan spoke. "Since the moment I met you, I have called you many things. There were a few I– admittedly–regret, but the rest, you, have brought me so much joy."

    The chromatic oscillation surrounding them was memorizing. Like standing in a field of dancing technicolor fireflies. Try as she might to focus on Rolan, Coren couldn't help but look around in wonder. The stars themselves didn't sparkle as bright. She recalled this enchanting feeling forming in her chest. The way her heart skipped a beat in her camp by the Grove while she watched Rolan perform for his siblings. A precursor to the magnificence engulfing her now. The longing for people that cared for her like this little family clearly cared for each other. It was breathtaking.

    With a gentle squeeze to her hand, Rolan brought her back to him, he held the dark metal band over her finger. "Would you please allow me the long overdue honor of calling you my wife?" He whispered, sliding the ring onto her finger.

    Bright, electric blue light crackled around the metal of the band, followed by a softer icey blue feathering. The interior of the center gem whirled like a galaxy and flickered like a storm. A warm sensation crept from Coren's finger up her arm, through her very veins, through the threads of Weave inside her. Small jagged crystals in shades of white & blue jetted up around the center shard. 

    The warm sensation spread through her chest like a deep, calm breath. It rippled through her body like a beating heart and the primordial elemental magic inside her beat with it. Tears silently slid down her cheek. Where once she felt the constant clawing to contain it, now she felt like it lay in the palm of her hand. Ready to wield. The magic enveloped her like a familiar embrace. It felt like power. It felt like love. Like Rolan.

    “Coren,” Rolan whispered, touching his horned forehead to her’s, “are you going to give me my answer?”

    If she wasn’t so damn enthralled by him right now, she knew there was a joke to make there. Stupid wizard and his enchanting displays of affection. She nodded her head and cupped his cheek in her hand.

    “Yes.”

[kimberbohwrites]

Soooo the Rolan brainrot is real and even though I just finished a fic yesterday, I’m halfway done with a smutty, self indulgent, ‘jealous Rolan’ one-shot. Send help.

[cchickki]

J:  What’s your favorite fanfic trope?  Have you written it?

K:  Do you have a guilty pleasures in fic (reading or writing)?

hi, thanks for the ask! ❤️

J - I'm such a lover girl at heart, I'm a sucker for slow burns and friends to lovers (or enemies to lovers), mutual pining, the "everyone knows they like each other but they don't" trope, etc. I have written a true slow burn once, my fic A Woman At War I wrote for the Band of Brothers fandom 10 years ago (can't believe it's been that long). It took over half of the story, I think chapter 50 something for them to 'officially' get together. I am rewriting the story and plan on keeping it just as slow with the pining lol.

K - Other than certain smut categories (ahem), a guilty pleasure I love is the miscommunication/misunderstanding tropes that happen in fics. I've personally written about that, or sprinkled it in a few of my fics before. And not meaning in the super toxic argumentative sense, but more of a realistic 'they're too different' and 'can get in each other's way' kind of sense. If that makes sense?

I also am a sucker for forced proximity, I eat that up lol.

[sorceresssundries]

WIP Wednesday

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For this weeks WIP Wednesday, please have a little peek of the first story from the upcoming Prequel Collection! (Still in draft, parts may change when fully published)

It also has some INCREDIBLE artwork by one of my favourite artists to go alongside it, but I won't reveal what that is yet.

There were no training swords here, nor were there lighter, smaller blades meant for the soft hands of younglings. In this moment, Lae’zel was not a child - she was an initiate of the Githyanki, and she would have her glory.

With the precision of a seasoned warrior, she sparred against her peers, her blade a blur of calculated strikes. Each motion was deliberate, every swing of her sword driven by a fierce determination to prove herself. One by one, she disarmed her opponents, her skill evident in the fluidity of her movements and the sharpness of her mind. Finally, she faced a young boy, a 'cousin' from her clutch. Their clash was brief but brutal. With a swift, decisive strike, she brought him to his knees, his weapon clattering to the ground.

As the boy gasped for breath, Lae’zel stood over him, her heart pounding not from exertion but from the realisation that all eyes were on her. Kith'rak Urlon stepped forward, his heavy boots echoing against the stone floor, and stopped before her. His expression was inscrutable, but his words were laced with a cold, hard edge.

“Impressive,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “Your ferocity and tactics are commendable, Lae’zel.”

A flicker of pride surged within her, though she kept her expression neutral. “Thank you, Kith'rak.”

“Tell me,” he continued, his tone more probing, “have you made your first kill yet?”

The question struck her like a physical blow. She knew what was coming. Still, she met his gaze unflinchingly. “I have not, but I eagerly await the day my blade is baptised in blood.”

He remained impassive. “That day is today,” he declared, his voice carrying a weight that settled like lead in her stomach. He gestured to the boy she had just bested, “Kill him.”

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The following is an excerpt from the FINAL CHAPTER of lead me through the dark…

Which I’m planning on posting tomorrow. 😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Beware spoilers! Below the cut~

(Drunk Gale is drunk, and I am living.)

There was a pause, the kind that lingered just long enough to make Rolan shift uncomfortably. He turned his gaze instinctively toward Tav, seeking her familiar presence, only to find that she was nowhere to be seen. Instead, his eyes caught Shadowheart leaning casually against the far wall, watching him and Gale with a knowing glint. Rolan raised an eyebrow; she returned the gesture with a smirk.

Before he could resolve to approach her, Gale’s voice broke the silence.

”The look you’ve been wearing all night…” Gale leaned in conspiratorially, his tone hushed. “You’re nervous, aren’t you? Pondering a certain… question?”

Rolan blinked, startled. “I—yes, but how did you—?”

“When I resolved to propose to Shadowheart,” Gale interjected with a wry smile, “I wore the very same expression.”

“You and Shadowheart are engaged?”

“No. I haven’t actually summoned the courage to ask yet.”

“Oh.”

“Our moment will come,” Gale said confidently. “But for you and Tav? The longing in both of you is palpable. Infectious, even. The weave hums with it!”

Rolan narrowed his eyes. “Hums with it?”

“A metaphor.”

Rolan scrunched his nose. He wondered exactly how much the wizard had had to drink that evening.

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WIP Wednesday

I took a lil break from posting WIPs/snippets this past week but we're back baybee! This is from the oneshot I'm working on for the Kinktober prompt "hate sex". It's an Astarion POV piece!

“I could kill you,” you growl. “But you won’t,” she says with a shit-eating grin. She’s right. She’s always right, and it’s infuriating. She shouldn’t be able to read you like this. She shouldn’t be enjoying this. She should be scared. She should be absolutely terrified. “I think,” she continues, “that there are a couple of things you’d rather do than kill me. And right now, I’m pinned beneath you, helpless and entirely at your mercy. Nothing is stopping you from doing exactly what you want to do to me.” You can feel it every time her heart skips a beat, every time her pulse quickens. You can feel the thrum of her lifeforce, so strong and so very close. She tilts her head to the side, baring her neck. It feels like an eternity before you let instinct take over, though you know it was likely only a matter of seconds. Her blood is sweet and warm on your tongue, just as it had been the night she let you feed on her before. That’s what started this, started you inexplicably wanting her while still finding her absolutely infuriating. Her insistence on doing good and helping everyone extended to you as well, you had realized that night. She kept helping every godsdamned orphan and refugee you crossed paths with, delaying your search for a cure over and over again. It enraged you. It drew you in. It led you to having her pinned beneath you with your fangs embedded in her flesh and gods, she’s still not scared of you at all, is she? With a dagger to her neck and your teeth in her throat, she’s still not scared.

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