(Additional Warning for Disassociation and abuse. This is mostly Hurt, though I might do a follow up with comfort. Sex is mostly non-explicit, and is more 'Extremely Dubious Consent' than Non-Consent but I want to be considerate.)
He doesn’t anticipate it, the first time. He’s head to toe in filth, having slept under trees and in city alleyways for an uncountable number of days on Nott and his never-ending escape. The grime under Caleb's fingernails is aggressively visible in a clean store he clearly cannot afford to be in as he counts his silver. He only has four, it’s all they have between the two of them, and it’s many coins short for the medicine they need.
“That’s all I have. Please, my daughter-“ he makes eye contact as the lie rolls of his tongue, but the desperation in his tone need not be fake. His clever little friend could certainly meet this merchant’s price after a theft or two if she weren’t bundled away past the last city line, dying slowly from poison in her system that Caleb had no spells to heal. Lying was the only thing Caleb had. It had to work. “-she won’t make the night.”
The human man looked him up and down lazily from the opposite side of the counter, rolling the vial Caleb so desperately needed between his fingers. Caleb decides in that moment he’s brave enough to steal if it could save Notts life. With a head start he might escape the city guard. Just the thought of chains made him shiver - if he got caught there would be no Nott to save him this time. There might be no Nott ever again.
“There are other ways you can pay.”
Thé interjection is gruff, deep, and draws Caleb quickly out of his thoughts. He’s shocked by the generosity of the statement - that he looks useful for anything in his filthy, starved state to the merchant.
“Anything,” Caleb promises. If it’s something that lasts past this night he can get the medicine and run. It would be theft, of course, one charge more is nothing if it meant Notts life.
“Good.” The unclipping of belts is unreasonably loud in the otherwise quiet, empty store and Caleb realizes he has drastically misunderstood this arrangement.
There’s nothing Caleb can find to say, finding himself frozen, silvers in hand. He is not naive enough to miss what’s expected when the man exposes his genitals. He is not unfamiliar with intercourse, but back in those better days there was a warm feeling in his stomach instead of cold dread. To escape from the fear, Caleb’s mind sinks into thoughts of Nott. He’d left her shivering but bundled in his own coat and she had been so scared when he said he’d leave. The attack that left her injured was on the heels of a lovely experience with a nearsighted florist who gave the masked ‘little halfling girl’ a fresh rose that Nott could hardly tear her nose from.
Steeped in the memory, Caleb loses track of his body and becomes aware halfway to his knees, the man guiding him forward with a grip on his tunic. Fear crystallizes into something that only lets him experience the exchange in flashes: his hands slapped away from a half hard, blessedly clean penis. A moment of shock as something hits the back of his throat. Fingers wrapped in his dirty, tangled hair, holding him still as he choked - too close to a familiar torture for Caleb to tolerate and his mind recedes entirely.
It feels like waking from a dream when he finds himself halfway to the city’s edge, vial in hand, silvers gone, finally feeling the weight of his actions. The corner of a building is there to support him against the press of his horror.
After the shaking had worked its way out his limbs, he manages the rest of his way to Nott. Even in the dim light of sunset Caleb could see she had become paler. Somewhere between her feverish ramblings he manages to get her to drink the potion. After that it’s a long, sleepless night with the goblin held close and the memories of the day feeling far away.
It’s a few hazy days before Notts smile comes back, something about it less careful than before. Caleb revels in it. He finds a good lie to explain the potion and if he doesn’t quite manage to stick to it Nott at least pretends not to notice. Still, there is wisdom in his friend’s eyes and a couple occasions where he surfaces from deep in his own thoughts to find her present and close and comforting.
When Caleb first resolutely decides he’d do it all again if it meant protecting Nott, his mind hadn’t come to terms with the idea that he someday might have to.
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Fill: Caleb/Others, survival sex, dub-con/non-con 1/3
Date: 2018-02-27 05:00 am (UTC)He doesn’t anticipate it, the first time. He’s head to toe in filth, having slept under trees and in city alleyways for an uncountable number of days on Nott and his never-ending escape. The grime under Caleb's fingernails is aggressively visible in a clean store he clearly cannot afford to be in as he counts his silver. He only has four, it’s all they have between the two of them, and it’s many coins short for the medicine they need.
“That’s all I have. Please, my daughter-“ he makes eye contact as the lie rolls of his tongue, but the desperation in his tone need not be fake. His clever little friend could certainly meet this merchant’s price after a theft or two if she weren’t bundled away past the last city line, dying slowly from poison in her system that Caleb had no spells to heal. Lying was the only thing Caleb had. It had to work. “-she won’t make the night.”
The human man looked him up and down lazily from the opposite side of the counter, rolling the vial Caleb so desperately needed between his fingers. Caleb decides in that moment he’s brave enough to steal if it could save Notts life. With a head start he might escape the city guard. Just the thought of chains made him shiver - if he got caught there would be no Nott to save him this time. There might be no Nott ever again.
“There are other ways you can pay.”
Thé interjection is gruff, deep, and draws Caleb quickly out of his thoughts. He’s shocked by the generosity of the statement - that he looks useful for anything in his filthy, starved state to the merchant.
“Anything,” Caleb promises. If it’s something that lasts past this night he can get the medicine and run. It would be theft, of course, one charge more is nothing if it meant Notts life.
“Good.” The unclipping of belts is unreasonably loud in the otherwise quiet, empty store and Caleb realizes he has drastically misunderstood this arrangement.
There’s nothing Caleb can find to say, finding himself frozen, silvers in hand. He is not naive enough to miss what’s expected when the man exposes his genitals. He is not unfamiliar with intercourse, but back in those better days there was a warm feeling in his stomach instead of cold dread. To escape from the fear, Caleb’s mind sinks into thoughts of Nott. He’d left her shivering but bundled in his own coat and she had been so scared when he said he’d leave. The attack that left her injured was on the heels of a lovely experience with a nearsighted florist who gave the masked ‘little halfling girl’ a fresh rose that Nott could hardly tear her nose from.
Steeped in the memory, Caleb loses track of his body and becomes aware halfway to his knees, the man guiding him forward with a grip on his tunic. Fear crystallizes into something that only lets him experience the exchange in flashes: his hands slapped away from a half hard, blessedly clean penis. A moment of shock as something hits the back of his throat. Fingers wrapped in his dirty, tangled hair, holding him still as he choked - too close to a familiar torture for Caleb to tolerate and his mind recedes entirely.
It feels like waking from a dream when he finds himself halfway to the city’s edge, vial in hand, silvers gone, finally feeling the weight of his actions. The corner of a building is there to support him against the press of his horror.
After the shaking had worked its way out his limbs, he manages the rest of his way to Nott. Even in the dim light of sunset Caleb could see she had become paler. Somewhere between her feverish ramblings he manages to get her to drink the potion. After that it’s a long, sleepless night with the goblin held close and the memories of the day feeling far away.
It’s a few hazy days before Notts smile comes back, something about it less careful than before. Caleb revels in it. He finds a good lie to explain the potion and if he doesn’t quite manage to stick to it Nott at least pretends not to notice. Still, there is wisdom in his friend’s eyes and a couple occasions where he surfaces from deep in his own thoughts to find her present and close and comforting.
When Caleb first resolutely decides he’d do it all again if it meant protecting Nott, his mind hadn’t come to terms with the idea that he someday might have to.