CR Campaign Two: Mighty Nein era (characters)

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Welcome to the kink meme for Critical Role!

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What is a Kink Meme?
It's pretty simple. You post a prompt and your fellow fans get inspired and write fic based on that prompt. As it is a "kink" meme, a great deal of fic will be of the smutty variety, so if you aren't into that or not of a porn-reading age, this place won't be for you. Not all fic has to be smutty, but it does have to be kinky.

Clarification: This is a kink meme, therefore prompts must be kink-based. It is not a general prompting/headcanons meme. There have been a couple of people confused by that, so we're just making it extra clear.

Please only post one prompt per comment so to avoid any confusion.

How do I prompt?
Post each prompt as a new comment to the main post. Include pairing (or threesome or more if that's your thing) and anything else you want to add. You should put, at the very least, the pairing in the subject line along with a specific kink if it applies. You can put the whole prompt in the subject if it will fit, but if it doesn't, use the comments. For example:

Subject line: Beauregard/Jester, friends to lovers

Body of comment: Jester's been letting Beau use her for sparring practice. That kind of proximity does things to a tiefling.

I see a prompt I want to write! What now?
Go for it! You don't have to claim it, and fills can be written by more than one person. Once you've finished you must post it as a response to the original comment. Responses should use a subject line that includes the pairing, rating & any necessary warnings (i.e. incest, non-con, etc.). If you have titled your fic you can also include that. Also, as LJ limits the size of comments, if your fic goes into multiple comments, please note that your comment is part 1/5, part 2/5 and so on. Using the prompt above, the subject line could read:

"Punches and Pastries, Jester/Beauregard, M, 1/3"

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• Crossover prompts are allowed, but they must include a Critical Role character as a main part of the prompt.
  
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Now go forth and prompt!

Comments

Re: Entitlement (4/4)

[(Anonymous)]

When the knock came at the door, Caleb startled so badly he nearly slipped off the windowsill, and his frightened yelp echoed throughout the quiet room. But Molly didn’t wake, barely twitched, and in the end Caleb forced himself to go to the door and meet Wessik. The dragonborn passed over a tray with a pitcher of water and a glass. Caleb accepted it with a mumble of thanks, locked the door behind the barkeeper, then set it on the end table for whenever Molly was next able to wake up.

In the tense, quiet stillness, he heard it immediately when Molly started to cough and retch a while later. Feeling strangely distant and detached by then, Caleb went to him and rolled him carefully onto his side so that, when he did vomit, it wound up on the floor next to the bed rather than back down his throat. Molly only seemed to come fully conscious halfway through emptying his stomach. Even then, Caleb quickly realized that lucidity had left him entirely.

“Gustav?” the tiefling whispered in a wet, thick, small voice. His eyes were screwed tightly shut and he was shaking like a leaf, sweat plastering his bangs to his forehead and staining around the hems of his shirt. “Wh-Where are we? Wha’s happened? Is everyone okay?”

Caleb didn’t know what to say, didn’t know what he could say which wouldn’t feel like another violation later. He just rubbed Molly’s back as he was sick again, murmuring soothing nonsense for his own sake as much as anything else. The next time Molly collapsed limply back onto the mattress, Caleb kept his hands occupied removing some of his chains and charms, the ones most likely to get stained if this sickness kept up or tangled as Molly thrashed around in bed. Thankfully, Molly didn’t seem to notice – Caleb already knew that his horns had next to no feeling in them, and he was too far gone to hear the faint jingling chimes as the chains came free. Caleb polished a few on a relatively clean patch of his coat, arranged them neatly on the windowsill, and by the time he was done he felt safe to try and see if Molly could keep some water down.

Molly was eager to drink, and too weak to fight when Caleb forced him to drink slowly. Even a few swallows of water were enough to help his voice sound less ruined when he spoke again. It was what he said next which made a hot, sick chill race up Caleb’s spine. “Please stop, please, I know what I said but this hurts, I don’t want this…”

Caleb said nothing, kept his mouth pressed into a thin, tight line as though to keep the bile at bay. He just brought Molly another full cup, then a third after that. He’d traveled with Nott long enough to know that dehydration could be the real killer during a sickness like this. If this was as bad as it got, then as long as he could keep Molly hydrated, then he could get Molly through this. He could do that much, at least.

He couldn’t think of anything to do for the hallucinations besides directing Frumpkin to curl up against Molly’s back and purr as loud as he could. As Caleb settled himself back on the windowsill, he let himself believe that it seemed to help calm the tiefling just a little.

At the least, he sounded frighteningly lucid when he spoke again, so much so that Caleb nearly startled out of his skin again and had to look twice to make sure that Molly’s eyes were still closed.

“Don’t worry,” Molly said, and his accent was never especially pronounced but now it was gone entirely. His voice was little more than a whisper but it was steady and strong nonetheless. “This won’t stop me. We’re still on schedule for the ritual. This won’t stop me.”

He fell silent after that, and stayed silent. Caleb, for his part, simply stared at Molly for a long, long while, tracking the rise and fall of his chest, thinking about a great many things. He thought about Cree, and scars that did not fade, about blood magic and rising from the grave. He thought about all the pieces which he truly, sincerely hoped would not turn out to fit together, for Molly’s sake and the sake of all the Mighty Nein besides.

In the end, there was nothing he could do about any of it, besides tug the blankets up over Molly’s legs a little and try to get comfortable by the window.

Even as the sun set fully and the light outside faded until it was lit by nothing more than torches and starlight, he saw the familiar figures approaching the inn. He made out Fjord, Yasha, and Nott – Beau and Jester must have still been off having their own fun for the night. That was fine. They were the two he always dreaded lying to the most.

So when the next knock came at the door, it came as no surprise. When someone tried the door and found it locked, that was no cause for surprise either. “Molly?” Caleb heard Fjord call, as he stood and crossed the room to the door. “You all right in there?”

Caleb unlatched the door and opened it to reveal all three standing outside – Fjord, Nott, and Yasha, all looking worried. Fjord’s hand was still half-raised to knock on the door again.

“Caleb?” Fjord asked blankly.

“Wessik said that Mollymauk is sick?” Yasha added, staring past him to the huddled form of her friend on the bed.

Caleb nodded. He’d had a long while in between water refills to practice this lie. “Ja. Wessik found me while I was in the middle of copying. He told me that Mollymauk did not look well. Molly thinks something happened or was done to his drink. He was able to tell me that much before he passed out. I don’t know anything more, I’m sorry.” He inclined his head to Nott, who was standing on her tiptoes to try and get a proper look at Molly in turn. “I tried to keep him alive long enough to see if you could learn something, Nott.”

“I’d need a blood sample,” Nott mused. “To be really sure. That probably wouldn’t bother him, would it?”

Fjord pointedly cleared his throat. “Yasha? What do you think about that?”

Yasha kept staring fixedly at Molly, so that at first Caleb wasn’t sure if she was listening at all. He had just enough time to wonder if she knew. Something about the look in his eyes made him curious about whether Molly would have told her even this much.

But when Fjord started to address her again, she simply nodded and waved a hand dismissively. “That’s fine,” she said, and crossed the floor without a backward glance to sit on the bed beside Molly. “Just be careful.”

The or else went unspoken but heavily implied. Caleb saw Nott gulp as she started to take stock of the various flasks and tools on her belt. Her alchemy kit was in the corner, on her side of the room where it had sat for days on end now, awaiting her attentions.

Fjord watched Nott approach Molly with a scalpel in hand, saw Yasha gather Molly up into her arms, and sighed. “Smells like a few different things died in here,” he said. “But, I’ve swabbed worse messes before. I’m gonna go downstairs, see if Wessik’s got any rags to spare.”

“Should I—” Caleb began, but Fjord shook his head.

“Take it easy, Caleb. You’ve done plenty. And thank you for that. I—” His frown grew more pronounced. His fingers tapped an anxious tattoo against his thigh. “I hate to think that something might have happened to him while we weren’t here. But you were. So thank you, Caleb. I was just getting used to having a roommate, I’d hate to have to change that up now.”

“Yes, thank you,” Yasha said. Caleb looked over to see that she’d gotten Molly settled, leaning against her chest with his head on her shoulder, still absolutely boneless but also still calm. Maybe it was just because he was still too weak to fight. Maybe it was because, even now, he somehow knew Yasha’s presence. “Thank you for taking care of him, Caleb. I won’t forget this.” She actually smiled, an expression as soft as flower petals. “Why don’t you rest in our room until we finish cleaning up? Jester and Beau won’t be back tonight.”

They were praising him, thanking him. And even if Caleb rationally knew that he’d done a good thing, that he’d spared a teammate – a friend – from harm, all he felt was tired and sick. It shouldn’t have come to this in the first place. He kept thinking about what had almost happened, what would have happened if he’d been just a little bit more of a coward.

“It’s nothing,” he said out loud, fidgeting with his scarf, staring at his feet.

“It’s not,” Yasha insisted. “I just…he…” Here she faltered, the cracks showing in her expression, betraying the depths of the worry beneath. Caleb saw her worry at her lower lip, before she kissed the top of Molly’s head very gently. “You know now that he never really had anyone else besides the circus. After that broke up…I was worried about him. But now I know that you’ll help him even when there aren’t monsters to kill. And that means a lot to me, Caleb. Thank you.”

The words washed over him like a tide. He knew they were sincere, fervently so. Yet all he could do was wonder and worry what Molly would think when he returned to his senses and realized everything that had happened, everything he’d said in his delirium. Maybe they would sink in later. For now, the light and gratitude Yasha’s eyes, and Fjord’s as well, was making him want to run and hide.

Your secret is safe with me, Caleb promised silently. Your secret dies with me. It was the least he could do. It would be far from the worst secret he was still keeping from this group.

“Just, just tell me if he needs anything more,” was all Caleb said aloud, and then he turned sharply on his heel and left the room before anyone could continue misunderstanding him. He escaped from a room that smelled of sweat and sickness into a room that smelled only of cinnamon and laundry soap. After a much longer war with himself than he would ever admit, he tugged the topsheet off Jester’s bed, wrapped himself up in the softness, and laid himself down on the floor with Beau’s pillow to rest his head on.

He knew he must have slept, and the rest of the group let him sleep there until morning. When he woke, Nott was curled up by his feet, and a whiff of incense and sandalwood still lingered on the air.

Re: Entitlement (4/4)

[(Anonymous)]

Night be weird to get some praise after like a year?! But this was so wonderfully written! Realistic and sweet and in character and accurate and so so good. Thank you X