criticalkink | 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"

And now some rules...

Since we're all supposed to be adults here, let's act like it. Be respectful to your fellow posters.
Your kink is not someone else's and their kink may not be yours. If you don't like it, don't read it. It's really that simple.
Please no bashing of other pairings. Just like with kinks, everyone has their own flavors, and this is neither the time nor place for ship wars. This meme is meant to include the entire fandom.
Crossover prompts are allowed, but they must include a Critical Role character as a main part of the prompt.
RPF is also allowed, but please prompt it over here!
Het, slash, femmeslash? You're all welcome here. The more the merrier!
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Please follow basic kink meme etiquette by not linking the cast or crew to this meme.

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The most important rule of all? HAVE FUN.

Now go forth and prompt!

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Den Thelyss was just as dark and silent as Caleb remembered it.

“You okay?”

Shaking himself out of his dark thoughts, Caleb patted Beau’s shoulder briefly in reply and approached the front door. Before he could knock, however, the door opened revealing Verin Thelyss.

“Good, you’re here,” Verin said, glancing around nervously. “We were expecting you.”

Stepping aside, Verin gestured for Beau and Caleb to enter, quickly closing the door behind them.

“I, um, I’m sorry about the welcome you received yesterday,” the Drow said as he guided the two friends towards Essek’s room. “She’s normally not so-”

“Rude?” Beau offered, seemingly unaware of how brash her simple statement had been.

Verin grimaced but nodded. “Yes,” he admitted. “It has been hard on her, seeing Essek in such a state. He’s the youngest and, despite his prestigious position as a power mage and the Bright Queen’s own Shadowhand, he is still her baby.”

Caleb allowed himself a soft smile. “A mother’s love is something to be feared and respected,” he said simply, drawing a relieved smile from Verin.

Beau snickered. “Essek’s the baby?” she slapped a hand over her mouth to muffle her glee. “I’m going to hold that over him for life.”

“If you really can heal him like you say,” Verin said, giving her a crooked grin, “then as the older brother, I hereby give you permission to do just that.”

“Yes! Endorsement,” Beau cheered.

Caleb waved weakly at her to quiet down but she seemed not to notice. He really wished she had because when they rounded the corner, the Denmother herself was waiting her them. Her gaze was warmer than it was yesterday, but still had the edge of wariness to it. She trusted the Bright Queen, that didn’t mean she trusted the Mighty Nein. Caleb could understand that.

“If this is how you act when secrecy is tantamount, then I hardly see how you could keep my son’s location safe.” Her tone wasn’t exactly insulting, but it certainly wasn’t complimentary either.

“Sorry, sorry. You’re right,” Beau said, waving her hand in a vague motion. “Let’s get this over with.”

Deirta Thelyss studied the two of them, stripping them bare with her eyes, before closing them and sighing. Caleb felt the stirrings of sympathy in his chest. No one wanted a hurt and endangered loved one out of their sight and protection. He could only imagine how he would react if he’d been in her place.

“Thank you,” he said, drawing her gaze, “for trusting us. I know it is not easily given. But I give my word, we will help your son.”

After a moment, she nodded. “I just hope my trust is not misplaced.”

“It isn’t,” Beau spoke up, earning her Umavi Thelyss’ attention. “We don’t make promises if we know we can’t keep them.”

“I trust you to try and keep your promises,” Deirta said, her tone serious and solemn. “But I have also lived long enough to know that fate and other outside forces have a way of undermining even the best of us.”

How true that was. There really was no reply to that.

Without another word, the Denmother turned and unlocked the door, pushing it open and waving for them to enter. “We will stay until you are gone,” she said as Caleb and Beau followed Verin inside. “Then I will lock this door and we will speak of this no more until my son is healed,” her eyes flashed, “or he is returned to me.”

Or if he is dead and they failed. It went unsaid, but not unheard.

Caleb cast Dancing Lights and waited for the orbs of green light to appear in the air, moving where he guided them. The first place he checked was the closet. He slowly slid the door open and peered inside.

There, sitting curled on the floor, a blanket wrapped around his quivering body so hardly anything was visible, was Essek. Kneeling by his friend, Caleb placed a gentle hand on what he believed to be Essek’s head. Instantly, the quaking stopped and he heard the sharp intake of breath.

“Essek,” he called softly, pitching his voice low to keep from frightening his Enfeebled friend, “it’s me, Caleb. Beau is here too. We’ve come to take you to Xhorhouse. Would you like to come with us?”

The Drow mage may not understand Caleb’s words right now, but he might one day. Caleb didn’t know enough about the Feeblemind spell to be sure if the victim remembered anything while under the enchantment after they were free. He wasn’t sure if that was a blessing or a curse in its own right.

Still, when the blanket shifted and Essek’s pale gold eyes appeared from the shadows under the blanket’s perceived protection, he couldn’t help but smile. “Hallo,” he said, holding out his free hand to his friend, “would you like to come with me?”

A shadow shifted and Beau was now squatting next to him, gazing at Essek with a thoughtful expression on her face. “Hey man,” she said, her lips quirking upwards. “You wanna come get a drink with us? Caduceus was brewing something else I think you might like. I promise it has a better name than last time.”

There was no comprehension in Essek’s eyes, but there was a blooming warmth that translated into a watery smile. Something glittered on Essek’s dark cheeks in the green glow of the Dancing Lights and Caleb felt his heart clench. Tear streaks, some fresh, some old, betrayed the fear and loneliness Essek had been suffering from since the Mighty Nein left last night.

Then both Caleb and Beau found themselves with an armful of Drow. Essek looped his arms around both of their necks, buried his face between them, and held on tight. Caleb couldn’t resist reaching up and burying his hand in Essek’s short white hair, tugging it gently before shifting Essek to Beau and getting to his feet. Golden eyes still followed Caleb’s movement and a gray hand still caught the corner of Caleb’s coat, preventing him from moving too far away.

“Umavi Thelyss,” Caleb said, bowing respectfully to the Drow woman. “We’re ready to leave. We’ll remain in contact with you regarding our progress.”

“I expect nothing less,” she said, tilting her head in acknowledgment. “Which is why I would like you to take Verin with you.”

Ah, yes. Caleb glanced at the older Thelyss brother. “That is fine,” he said. “Come.”

He waved Verin closer, waiting until the Drow was within touching distance.

“We will keep in touch, Umavi,” he said.

“Farewell for now then,” Deirta said.

Beau scooped Essek up in her arms bridal style, much to Essek’s vocal surprise, and stepped up so she stood between Caleb and Verin.

“And Caleb,” the Denmother called as the Human wizard prepared to cast Teleport. “If I find either of my sons have died under the Mighty Nein’s care,” her silver eyes gleamed, “then there will be nowhere in this world, or in any lifetime you experience, where you can hide from me.”

“I would expect nothing less,” he replied.

Truly, mothers were fearsome creatures.

O NO IM ADDICTED TO THIS STORY I NEED MORE

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