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sweeter-innocence-fics · 16 days

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Click My Heels But I Am Stuck Here - Chapter One

Pairing: Rolan x Reader

Work Summary:

Rolan is battered, beaten and exhausted. After everything he's been through to get to Baldur's Gate, he still has no reprieve from violence and prejudice.

But wouldn’t it just be so sweet to fuck his master’s pretty little wife?

AU where Tav is Lorroakan's wife.

Chapters: 1 ...

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1710

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Notes:

I was trying to write the next chapter of my fic Learn to Love Again but I literally couldn't do anything else until I'd started writing this.

Warnings for infidelity, arranged marriage, abuse, implied sexual assault, violence, anti-tiefling racism, and Lorroakan

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The doors to Sorcerous Sundries were heavy. They would be hard enough to close on a good day, but today, when Rolan’s ribs felt as though they were screaming at him, it was taking all his energy to shift them.

Would that he had the energy to cast telekinesis, but his magic was also drained. Lorroakan had foisted a lot of menial magical tasks on him today, and he needed a long rest before he could think about casting anything more than a cantrip right now.

The doors had almost closed when he heard a cry of “Wait!” It stopped him in his tracks because he recognised the voice.

An arm shoved its way through the narrow gap left by the door and then his master’s wife wiggled through the opening, undoing some of his hard work in the process. She was clutching her bag to her chest.

“Thank you,” she said, “I didn’t want to have to walk all the way back to the upper city.”

It wouldn’t be the first time. A few tendays ago, she’d gone for an impromptu lower city shopping spree, and made it back to the shop ten minutes after he’d locked the doors. When she’d turned up on the doorstep of the tower, in fine spirits but looking rather sweaty and tired, Lorroakan had taken it out on Rolan’s skull.

He had waited until his wife had gone off for a bath, and then he’d cornered his apprentice, hissed something about forcing the lady of the tower to walk several miles alone at dusk, and slammed his head into the wall.

Even as his vision whited out, he had to bite his tongue. He had long since learnt that excuses and arguments meant more beatings, so as much as he wanted to point out that it wasn’t his fault that Lorroakan’s wife was late, he kept it to himself.

All of this to say, as she scooted past him into the shop, it took all of his energy not to glower at her. The sweet, flowery scent of her perfume assaulted his nostrils. The bag she was holding moved, and Rolan realised that it wasn’t a bag at all, but a fluffy, white cat.

So surprised was he that he said, “Where did you get that?” and then cursed himself immediately. If Lorroakan heard him talking to his wife without all the requisite, snivelling titles he’d bestowed upon her, he’d surely have wrung his neck.

“He was wandering around the lower city,” she said, shifting her grip on the cat. She was holding it like a baby, and it seemed perfectly content, curled up in her arms and purring loudly.

Rolan nodded jerkily, uncertain what to say to that. He was sure Lorroakan wouldn’t be please about his wife bringing an animal home, but of course, she wasn’t the one who would see the consequences of his displeasure. She scratched the creature behind its ears and then headed off towards the portal that led to the tower.

With the last of his strength, Rolan slammed the door shut and locked it.

By the time he made it through the portal back to the tower, he could hear raised voices.

“I can’t just leave him, he thinks I’m his mother!”

“Tavya, you cannot just bring any mangy old stray to Ramazith’s tower! We’re already full up on strays!”

At the sound of his master’s voice, Rolan instinctively drew back into the shadows to try and evade his notice. The two of them were out of sight. From the sounds of it, they were on one of the upper balconies.

“Strays?” She sounded slightly affronted. “The tower is hardly full. And it’s magic. Can’t you just make more rooms?”

“THAT’S NOT THE POINT! You have no idea what kind of diseases-”

“I live here too!” Tavya snapped back at her husband. “But if you’d rather, I can take Myshka and go and stay with my father.”

Lorroakan scoffed. “He’d send you right back to me.”

Rolan edged forward until the couple were in view. Tavya was still clutching the cat to her chest, and Lorroakan’s face was almost as red as his hair.

“Well, perhaps I’ll get myself a room at the Elfsong then. I’m sure my old friends will be happy to-”

Lorroakan hurled his goblet at the wall, effectively silencing his wife. Red wine splashed over the one of the bookcases. Rolan winced. Lorroakan had evidently been drinking even before this conversation had started.

To Rolan’s surprise, his master took a few steadying breaths. Lorroakan had never given him that courtesy.

“Fine,” he said, sounding slightly calmer. “You can keep the wretched beast. Just keep him away from me.”

“Fine,” said Tavya. “I’m going to get started on dinner.”

Lorroakan didn’t move as his wife swept off down the corridor. Rolan realised too late that he should’ve taken the opportunity while they were distracted to sneak off, but he had been too engrossed by their conversation to do so. His master’s gaze fell upon him and he watched his face twist into an unpleasant smile.

“Enjoying yourself, boy?” he snarled. “You like listening in on my conversations with my wife?”

“I wasn’t-” Rolan started, but Lorroakan raised a hand, silencing him.

“Come here.”

Rolan’s knees were trembling but he knew better than to argue. He didn’t make eye contact as he climbed the stairs and approached his master, but he could see that Lorroakan was still smiling.

As soon as he was in range, Lorroakan slapped him. Rolan barely even flinched. As punishments went, it was fairly mild. He stepped into Rolan’s space, breathing heavily. Rolan fought the urge to back away.

“If I ever catch you spying on me and my wife again, you’ll get a lot worse,” he spat.

Rolan just nodded. It would be futile to say that the room Lorroakan and his wife had been arguing was hardly private. Rolan would’ve had no choice but to pass them to get to his room. His master grabbed his jaw suddenly, unexpectedly.

“Answer me when I’m talking to you, boy,” he hissed.

“Yes, master Lorroakan.”

He shoved him away. Rolan’s back hit the edge of the balcony and his ribs protested fiercely.

“Good. Now get out of my sight.”

Rolan didn’t need to be told twice. He hurried off down the corridor towards his room. As he rounded the corner, he almost collided with Tavya.

“Sorry. My lady,” he said, clearing his throat. The motion made his ribs ache, and he instinctively brought his hand up to cradle them. Tavya looked up at him, a flash of concern in her big, dark eyes. She had finally put down the cat, and her dark blue dress was covered in patches of white fur.

“Rolan, are you alright?” she asked, and he felt a spike of rage.

Of course not, and it’s your fault.

“Yes, my lady, thank you.” He rushed past her before she could stop him, and scurried off to his room with his tail between his legs, feeling more pathetic than he had in months.

Lorroakan’s rage he could handle. He had gotten used to it in the months he’d been here. But what he couldn’t abide was the pity in Tavya’s eyes. It made him want to punch something.

Since his bedroom door didn’t have a lock, he used the last dregs of his magic to cast arcane lock and then threw himself down on his mattress. Lorroakan hadn’t even seen fit to provide him with a bedframe.

He was breathing hard. He needed to relieve his frustration somehow, and there was only thing he could think to do right now.

Clumsily, he removed his robe and then unbuttoned his trousers. He hadn’t jerked off in a tenday or more, so it only took a few strokes before his cock was approaching full hardness.

His mind went to Tavya. Infuriating she may have been, but she was also undeniably beautiful. The daughter of a patriar, she had noble features, and long dark curls that fell almost to her waist when she let it, though it was usually braided back.

She also had the small, rounded ears of a human, which Rolan couldn’t deny intrigued him. He’d never been with a human before. She was petite and delicate, but with womanly curves that were hard to ignore.

And wouldn’t it just be so sweet to fuck his master’s pretty little wife?

He imagined the pleasurable moans she’d make as he drove into her from behind, forcing her face down into the mattress with one hand. Would she beg him to let her cum?

Had she ever had a tiefling? Or would his ridged cock hit places inside her that she’d never even known existed before? He was well-endowed, but had no idea how that compared with his master.

He thought about her on her knees. Maybe she’d let him shove his cock in his mouth and fuck her throat until her eyes were watering. She behaved like such a brat, and her husband indulged her, but not Rolan. No, she would service him and let him use her for his own pleasure, like his own personal little fucktoy. Then perhaps he’d pull out and spill his seed all over her pretty face and tits, painting her as his own.

His hand on his cock sped up. He pictured her spread out beneath him, his tail curled around her ankle to keep her legs apart, his cock pressed against the entrance of her cunt. He imagined the sensation of her stretching around him, squeezing his cock to try and mimic the feeling.

Oh, Rolan, you’re so big.

If he closed his eyes, he could almost hear her voice.

Take me, I’m yours.

Cum splattered all over his hand and stomach. For a moment, he lay there, just listening to the sounds of his own breathing. Then the regret began setting in.

First of all, he regretted not fully removing his clothes. He wiped his hand on his already soiled robe and began to clean himself up.

He tried not to feel guilty about fantasising about Lorroakan’s wife. Gods knew that his master deserved it. But Tavya didn’t.

Gods he was pathetic.

#bg3 fic #rolan x tav #rolan bg3 x tav #rolan x female tav #rolan x oc

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blackjackkent · 2 months

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Sadly I'm going to have to wrap it up here before the final battle, but that will be tomorrow for sure! Good cliffhanger note to leave on for the night, I suppose.

Did a quick run around the Watch Citadel "camp" and talked to all of our assembled friends. Everyone only gets a quick dialogue line but I do love them all. <3

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Dammon: "Even I was surprised by how well the owlbear would take to the potions. Just look at it! Glorious little creature. Well, not so little anymore."

Buddy: "Screeeeeech!"

(Buddy has indeed grown and is a BIG OWLBEAR now. My baby all grown up.)

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Arabella: "I wouldn't be here without you. It's time I repaid the favor."

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Jaheira: "I am the first to speak ill of this city. But I never wished to see it burning like this."

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Halsin: "Onwards. There is no reason to linger here."

(So sentimental, Halsin.)

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Ravengard: "Have courage, my friend. Your victory is assured."

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Valeria: "The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can get a pint. Assuming there's an inn still standing."

(Sound of Hector's eyes rolling all the way out of his head.)

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Nine-Fingers: "Come on. Speeches are done - all that's left is the doing."

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Aylin: "We face the greatest evil our realm has known - and we do it together. on your word, the sword of Selune will fall upon our foes."

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Isobel: "Press on. This will all be over soon. ANd then - my gods, then I"m having something very strong indeed."

(Isobel is great actually. XD )

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Volo: "Heroics first, stories later. And in that spirit - after you!"

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Florrick: "Today we take back the city!"

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Yurgir: "Smells like violence all around. Smoke, blood, tears... this will be a good hunt. Hurry on and start the attack."

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Ulma: "We stand ready to help you, as you helped us."

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Rolan: "You have the full force of Ramazith's Tower, and its dashing master, at your side, my friend. Let us finish this."

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Zevlor: "The survivors of Elturel stand ready for your signal - Hellriders one and all."

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And to wrap things up for the night, a few of the more goofy screencaps I got of Hector cheering Jaheira's speech, bc he's so happy to have all his friends around him. <3

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #tomorrow the brain falls!#these buffs are not messing around also #being friendly is GREAT :D

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blackjackkent · 2 months

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Glad I took a final look around, bc there's a whole chest of letters (loabeled "Chest of Grateful Words") and some Baldur's Mouth Gazettes pinned up on a board.

Various fun newspaper headlines first:

"Fresh Stock: An Interview with the New Master of Ramazith's Tower"

"Thorm's Army Dispersed from Baldurian Borders"

"Report: Stone Lord Killed by Beloved Ranger"

"Harpers Out of Hiding: Secretive Sect Step Forward to Aid City"

"Almond Cakes of Avernus: Elturian Refugees - and Owners of City's Newest Cafe - Share Their Recipe"

"Site of Foundry Blast Still Sectioned Off, Says Fist"

"New Waveservant at Umberlee's Temple: No Leads on Desecration"

"Ravengard Returned to Full Strength"

"Gondians Disband: 'Gond's Time Has Come and Gone'" (A/N: Bongle will be pleased. 🙄)

"Duke Stelmane's Murderer Still at Large"

"Planar Pains: City Caught in Center of Githyanki War?"

"Volothamp Geddarm's Guide to Baldur's Gate: Bard Seeks Contributors to Newest Edition"

"Last Holdout Cultists Cleared from Temple of Bhaal"

"Iron Throne Wreckage Continues to Block Shipping Lanes, Complain Merchants"

"Settles Bound for Lands Upriver Amid Claims Curse is Lifted"

"Business Boom - Take Your Troubles to the House of Grief"

"Witnesses Encounter Vampire Spawn - And Live to Tell the Tale"

"Six Months Since the Assassination of Archduke Gortash"

"Small Sun: Tour New District Built by Elturian Refugees"

"New Bardic School, Tiefling Founder, Secures Upper City Funding" (A/N: AHHHHH Go Alfira Go! :D )

"Jannath House to Host Evening of Art and Culture, Celebrating Salvation of City"

"Monument Planned for Heroes of the High Hall"

I love all of this. :D

Also a quick side note because I need to shout out my favorite bit of the ambient dialogue in the camp - everyone has been making random comments the whole night, but every once in a while, Shadowheart comments: "Withers has a keen eye for a nice vintage. Why were we scrounging in barrels and crates for supplies when he could source these? Gods, I remember one evening we had to eat fourteen apples, some fish heads, and a stale loaf of bread just to get by."

lolololol <3

On to the letters!

"Official Guild Letter":

Aw. :)

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Wehhhhhhh. <3 I'm glad we got you free of the curse, Art. Poor guy.

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Hector still hates you, Valeria, and this isn't helping.

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Atta boy, Mr. Duke.

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I'm assuming Beard Man is Elminster. :D Excellent. I think Hector probably has Gale keep an ear to the ground on how she's doing; the whole group felt very protective of Arabella.

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Oh, shut up.

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[incredibly loud squinting from Hector] You are so FUCKING creepy, ma'am. And if you come anywhere near Astarion again, by the way, Hector will kill you (if Astarion doesn't do so first).

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Aw. I'm glad they were able to find some kind of stability, even though there was no real good outcome to that situation. :(

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Florriiiiiiiiiiick. <3 She's so cool. I wanna be Florrick when I grow up.

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This is kind of sweet actually. Growth for everyone.

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EEEEEEEE :D I love this so much. She deserved such a good ending and she got it. (Though people KEEP putting Hector's names on things; I think he's giving up on fighting against notoriety. XD )

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HI DAMMON! Hector definitely makes sure Karlach sends him a super nice letter bringing him up to date. He's a saint in their eyes, made it possible for them to be together at all.

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Hee. Elminster turned out to be interestingly nuanced in terms of Gale's storyline; he didn't really seem to approve of how Mystra was treating Gale, but also wanted to toe the party line of the goddess of magic. Hector's a smidge skeptical of him as a result. But good to hear he and Gale are still on good terms.

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<3 If Nocture eventually decides to leave the Sharrans, and Shadowheart goes to help her, Hector would absolutely be there to help as well.

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Eyyyy, Voss. I love this because he greets Hector with the title "She'lak", which means 'benevolent burden' (a term for a do-gooder hero), which I already headcanoned was what Lae'zel calls Hector. So she's got Voss doing it too, which absolutely makes Hector smile.

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Aw. Hope seems to be doing okay. <3 As okay as she can be under the circumstances at least.

@writer86 pointed out to me that the House of Hope would make perfect sense as a regular headquarters for Hector and Karlach and Wyll; I think they probably go there pretty regularly for time to rest and recuperate.

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Aw, Mayrina gets a happy ending! This is great! She didn't end up naming her son after Hector after all though lol. Which he's fine with tbh.

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Oh no. XD

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I love the implication that Nine-Fingers might have just randomly showed up too and been the only non-companion here besides Tara. XD That line about getting Jaheira to sing intrigues me. Fodder for a one-shot perhaps...

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Zevlor is such a great character, man. I think this is a good end for him, and hopefully he finds peace and happiness in it somehow, in the end.

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Awwwwwww. Atta boy Geraldus!

It's incredibly unclear to me how easily Hector and co. can or cannot get out of the Hells. But if he has the freedom to do so, he would absolutely be there. (Though honestly, lbr. It should be Jaheira.)

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #casually getting around this stupid image limit by using the rptt account as image hosting

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