#rolan romance

[drathe]

First kiss goodbye

1/? Rolan x Naia short comic, post BG3 events

[tealfling]

[kimberbohwrites]

Can I request a drabble where Rolan overheard that gn Tav genuinely thought Rolan still hates them but just learnt to tolerate them? When in reality, he's been in denial about his crush on them for the longest time but accepted it recently 🤣

First of all— I am sorry that this took so long for me to get to. I rarely find time for asks and it took me awhile to get to this one— some of these I just needed more practice for tbh. I am striving to be better, however I am incredibly busy at work so I cannot promise you I always will be. Instead I promise you that I will always try to make your ask worth the wait.

Words Yet Unsaid

Rolan x Reader, SFW, only lightly edited

Word Count: 1214

Tags: Misunderstandings, fluff, and love confessions

Rolan sits down in front of you with a huff. There is a flush about his face that is so… him. The color on his cheeks paints a starker backdrop for the freckles that dot his face. Despite your so-called nerves of steel you cannot help but quickly glance away from the sight as your heart began to race in your chest.

The silence stretches and you look back across to find him nervously studying the wood grain of the table between you.

Sensing your gaze, he straightens up and clears his throat. He smoothes the simple but well-made dark blue tunic he’d worn with the tight leather breeches you could not help but notice as he’d joined you.

The color he’d chosen suited him well. Distracting you almost as much as the way his bottom and thighs had looked, no longer hidden behind the wizard robes. This was the first time you had ever seen him in at the tavern in casual clothes — sharp as these were.

The Elfsong Tavern was usually a good place to identify oneself as a great and powerful archwizard. But instead, he’d chosen to dress up and blend in with you. But why?

You tried not to let the racing of your heart, and the flush of your cheeks hide you from the cold truth that Rolan had never liked you. You were certain that this meeting he had arranged through Lia, was some sort of attempt at arbitration of your longstanding feud for the sake of his siblings.

Truth be told you had never wanted to fight with Rolan. It just happened every time you two had interacted since the very first time you’d crossed paths in the Druid’s Grove. That ire had only grown through the experiences that followed in the Shadow Cursed Lands and even when you’d slain his corrupt master and ended his apprenticeship abruptly.

So much pressure had instantly been thrust upon him, becoming master of the tower and archwizard of Baldur’s Gate so suddenly. Of course he’d be frustrated further by you.

Despite your best attempts to avoid him, your friendship with his siblings had caused you to repeatedly cross paths. It had been months now since the restoration of the city was considered complete, after you had ended the crisis. You’d attempted to returned to a normal life.

It was simple and gratifying, but something was missing.

“Thank you for joining me here this evening, you look lovely”

His tone cut through your thoughts; it sounded warm but a quick glance to his face revealed that warmth didn’t reach past his words. He looked… uncomfortable. Like your presence somehow pained him.

Tears sting in your eyes as you clear your throat and quickly stand.

“This was a bad idea.”

He opens his mouth, and his hand moves across the table like he’s reaching for you. Before he can form a word you continue.

“I’m sorry for wasting your time, I can tell this isn’t something you want to be doing”

You turn quickly to leave before he can say anything and before the tears you feel welling up are too much to hide. Your stride is quick and sure across the familiar boards of the tavern and out on to the streets that raised you.

The cool night air of the city was an immediate balm for the panic that had caused you to flee the tavern. All you needed to do was avoid Rolan for the rest of your life now, great.

You groan as you continued down the dark and empty streets. All of this weighs heavy on you but it becomes unbearable when the low roofs of the houses and shops fall away. As the street spills out into the open area which reveals Sorceress Sundries and the large structure which you knew was the point of travel for Ramazith Tower — the massive and beautiful wizard tower Rolan now called home.

It is as if the weight of the massive structure itself is on you now and you are stopped in your tracks. It’s then you hear your name called and the sound of someone running after you in the dark.

“Tav, wait! Please!”

You turn quickly to see Rolan sprint after you, still somehow looking perfect in his nice clothes despite the struggle of catching up to you. You glower momentarily at the thought that he will apparently always be gorgeous. Typical.

He catches up to you, huffing and puffing as his tail lashes out to steady him while he catches his breath.

“Why would you run after me?” You say with a whisper and you take a step closer to him, unsure if you’re needed to render aid for the struggling man.

“I… I’m sorry… I don’t hate… you… Tav….” He puffs out the words as he catches his breath.

Your blood runs cold at the words. It’s like you can feel the night breeze itself move through you.

“Rolan…”

You don’t know how to continue, and it gives him the opportunity to catch his breath and explain himself further.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have tried something so public to talk, Lia warned me, she didn’t say you’d run but…”

He sensed he was rambling and shook his head as if to clear it and start over. Your breath caught when his jaw tensed, the perfect bone structure always so eye catching, so hard to resist.

“I needed to tell you Tav, I don’t hate you. I… I overhead you talking to Cal and Lia about why you keep your distance when they invite you for dinner. I.. I should have apologized better — after all we had gone through—“

“We should have found time to talk…” You add

He takes a step closer to you, as if drawn to you and this time you don’t run.

“Why… Why would you run after me Rolan?” You ask

“Tav…”

“Why do you even care now?”

You can’t help it. The tears that had threatened you earlier, now spill down your cheeks as you pepper Rolan with questions.

He closes the distance to you quickly, his hands on your cheeks. You barely register the softness of the pads of his thumbs as they brush the tears away from your cheeks before you are swept away by the feeling of his lips, crashing into yours.

Your breath catches in your throat. You can’t help but moan into the kiss as his body presses firmly to yours.

He breaks the kiss and presses his forehead to yours and you feel his tail coil around your thigh. Keeping you flush with him as he speaks.

“Because, Tav… I love you. I think I have always…” He gasped as if the realization fully dawned on him as he spoke, “I think I have always loved you.”

You kiss him now, no words on your tongue could be sweeter than to feel his lips against yours once more.

There would be time for words but for right now you wanted to keep kissing the wizard and so you do.

Under the open skies and the stars that shine each night over the city of Baldur’s Gate, wrapped in the strong arms of the man you loved, you kissed him with all the passion of the words in your heart yet unsaid.

[druizard]

[shewolfofvilnius]

Rolan x Tavaria

[foxgl-ove]

every day is a day to hassle larian into giving us

a. more wyll content, always, that man is a literal fairytale prince with angst on the side and y’all are sleeping on him

b. rolan romance, i WON’T. HEAR A WORD.

[gothastarion]

[tealfling]

Imagine Rolan in love with Tav. Utterly smitten. Secretly pining.

Imagine Rolan watching from the tower in horror as the brain, that he knows Tav is-was- on, plummeting from the sky.

[druizard]

Rolan & Fawn for @orangekittyenergy

[shewolfofvilnius]

Tavaria (OC) x Rolan get loved, dorks.

[tealfling]

How We Met Our Tiefling Husband

Demon / imp friend who keeps pretending they can't control their tail⤵

Pretending to be bashful when it winds its way around your thigh or wraps around your waist.

"Oh! Sorry haha, this damn thing. Like it has a mind of it's own 😅"

You let it slide because you like them, until one day you see them not so discreetly catch a pencil with their tail and manoeuvre it expertly back into the pen holder on the desk it fell from.

You pretend not to notice, your sneaky suspicion now confirmed.

So the next time they're sitting next to you and their slinky tail starts winding around the fat of your thigh, you're so ready for it.

"You're doing it again."

They turn away from what they were pretending to focus on, act all bashful and start apologising,

"Oh shit, I'm sorry."

Before your demonic friend can retreat, you cross your legs, effectively trapping their coiled tail between your warm thighs.

"It's alright, I don't mind."

You say dismissively, as you lightly stroke the arrow shaped point at the end of the tail with your thumbs.

You feel them shiver and look up to see them practically panting, staring down at you with heart shaped eyes and hot cheeks.

⛧𖤍⛧

[foxgl-ove]

rolan romance when

[tealfling]

I love that we all just collectively love Rolan. That our Tav's love Rolan. That our Tav's are cheering on other Tav's that love Rolan. There's no competition. Just shared love.

Collectively: Get loved, Brat.

[druizard]

That sneaky cheek peck... must be a wizard thing!

Rolan & @orangekittyenergy's Fawn

[tealfling]

He's so insufferable.

I love him.

i just think he's neat ✨️

[shewolfofvilnius]

How Far I Will Go. (Tavaria x Rolan) Becoming the Dark Urge.

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Raphael stood confident in his House of Hope. Before Tavaria were two choices, each worse than the last. Every single person she had ever cared about in her life was dead, though, so to her, salvation just might come through damnation.

"Submit yourself to Bhaal’s yoke, and the capacity to save thousands of lives - at the risk of slaughter of millions more - is yours but with the knowledge those who perished did so at the stroke of your pen.

Or you can refuse responsibility, remaining under the murder god’s leash anyway - but defiant - while knowing in your heart of hearts that the carnage wrought wasn’t by you – and that even if it cost you everything, you refused the grim bargain. .

Denial often drives weaker men to acts most heinous; is your heart made of sterner stuff? Is the fate of the world worth one woman’s conscience? Her very soul?

Will she be able to live with herself and Bhaal's murderous urge knowing she had the opportunity to revive her gentleman love and all his family and fellows and turned it down?”

Raphael’s stare turned sinister. “No mere mortal has ever been offered this power. Likely no mortal will again. Make your choice, and create the world you wish to see.”

Tavaria closed her eyes. 'The world you wish to see.' Rolan alive once more. All the others. Her adoration and love – romantic for Rolan, familial for not just Cal and Lia but the other Elturians – pushing fiercely against that dark urge that had begun screaming for attention. She had seen the way Gale’s eyes occasionally darted towards Lia’s. Seen the extra sharpening Lae’zel had given her sword when she’d learned the 'teethling' refugees were in danger - Tav had even joked once that she seemed particularly curious about one.

Tav focused. She saw a world where Rolan was Archmage of a great and mighty tower. Where her best friend Lia had found someone worthy of her tenacity and compassion and found herself. Where Alfira and Lakrissa made it to the city and eventually opened that music school. Where the orphaned kids found homes – Tav herself had already started feeling more protective towards Ide and Umi after the events with Rolan in Last Light’s bar.

Rolan. The feel of his lips against hers. The feeling of that insufferable wizard, looking smug beyond reason, only for his eyes to turn tender. The feel of his hand against the small of her back, gradually drawing her in. The adoration shining from those golden suns of Rolan's eyes. In closer; a kiss. His lips against hers. She could almost taste Rolan.

The throes of passion. The tension in her core building. That night they'd fallen asleep in each others arms. What she'd actually wanted. Taking Rolan into herself. Two becoming one, in mind, body, and soul. The first person she had ever loved. As the steady rhythm pushed on, Tavaria bore her soul. She was Rolan's, and she hoped he would be hers again.

At the height of that love, she pushed the vision even harder. The future. She and Rolan are a little older. Tav has temporarily put her swords at rest; she's now with child. Rolan’s child. The seers have suggested they have a daughter on the way, but seers have been known to be wrong.

For a moment, the dream grows tense. Will the kid have their – her – mother’s temper? First and foremost, her mother is a hero. Who fought against impossible odds to keep all of her friends – her family – alive. The Tavaria who never stopped fighting to save, to heal, to defend. Even if the child does inherit the curse, her parents are two of the strongest, bravest, and most tenacious and most kind people on the whole of Toril. They can manage this.

As Tav stands in Raphael’s House of Hope, her own hope is clear. She loves Rolan, and she would do absolutely anything to get him back; to get the others back. Even if it kills her. For one moment, one flap of a hummingbird’s wings, Tav could have sworn she was physically there at that camp, could have felt the weight of that growing child. She held on to that feeling of pure love, of that pure desire to protect the Elturian tieflings and those they called friend with every beat of her heart. She would do anything to create that world she just saw, even put herself through hell to go there. As luck would have it, she was already in Avernus.

“Raphael, send me back. You knew what my answer was always going to be, and why. I accept the deal.”

Raphael would have to keep a closer eye on this one, next time around. The power of true love with mortals was a force that was exploitable, indeed, but that same love could also overcome even the most twisted compulsions and tricks of the hells. Raphael had sensed the strength of Tavaria's devotion - such feeling was powerful enough that it could destroy all his best laid plans just as easily as it might destroy her.

As the threads of fate and time began to unwind and rewind, Tavaria's last thought - screaming above all of Bhaal's murderous impulses drowning her rapidly fragmenting mind - was one simple word. One focusing thought. Her anchor. Rolan.