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CR Campaign Two: Mighty Nein era (characters)

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(spoilers for episode 48)

Anyone else notice that Caleb got really quiet and submissive while in the wizard's tower? I'd love to see anything more with that, especially seeing how the Mighty Nein let Yussa take him deeper into the tower alone without a second thought.

Maybe Caleb offers like he's been trained to, maybe Yussa asks and Caleb's too scared to refuse, maybe the submission isn't even particularly sexual, I don't know, just anything about Caleb, alone in the top of the tower, with a wizard who's way, way more powerful than him.

OMG yes. His ENTIRE POSTURE changed, it was fucking wild, I was shivering the whole time! Caleb's anxiety grew progressively worse as the episode went on, but his body language in that scene? The tone of his voice? His WORDS???? jfc there was no trace at all of the man who dropped a wall of flame, a counterspell and a fireball in the same ship. There was just pure TRAINING there to respond w/ absolute submission to a situation where there was absolutely no chance to him because he was facing a powerful mage
It was super sad but also kinda hot
good prompt op!!! I hope someone picks it up… I'm too emotionally shaken by the episode but I'd love to get even more fucked up

damn, I just can't get enough of this shit

Holy shit this is such a compelling prompt and I couldn't resist dashing off something short for it.

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The clear sunlight of Nicodranas fades as Caleb follows Yussa up the tower steps.

As he climbs and climbs, the air feels thinner, like there is less oxygen in the air, the walls pressing in. Deep in the tower, Caleb can’t smell the salt of the sea air anymore. He hadn’t noticed that he had gotten accustomed to it.

Yussa shows him the teleportation circle, lighting it up with a wave of his hand and flooding the space with unreal arcane light. Asks him where he studied. How long he needs to complete his task. Caleb stumbles through and answers as best he can. He doesn’t know what this man wants from him. He doesn’t know what to do.

Their conversation trails to an awkward halt, and his gorge rises up, choking him with fear.

But it suddenly seems clear: he only ever had himself to offer.

Caleb sinks to his knees, head bowed, and waits, heatbeat thundering in his chest.

It is a long moment before he hears the shifting of Yussa’s soft, slippered feet on the stone, before he sees the toes of finely-embroidered shoes come in his view.

“Ah, I see,” Yussa says.

Yussa curls a hand around his jaw. The mere touch of his fingertips leaves prickling static on his skin, like a sleeping limb. Caleb knows that touch, knows the feeling of power sitting so easily and so close to the surface.

He keeps his gaze down until Yussa tilts his chin up with an impersonal, considering touch, like a buyer examining an animal. Caleb does not flinch. If he is very, very still and very, very good—maybe, just maybe he can get everyone out alive. Maybe even himself.

“Hm. Potential, yes.” Yussa tilts Caleb’s face to one side, and then the other. “Not entirely useless.”

Caleb hates the part of his heart that rises up at the words, a thrill that swells beneath the fear thrumming in his chest. When he was younger, Caleb wondered if this is how some people worshipped gods—with fear and awe and submission in the face of a greater power for the chance to survive and perhaps, perhaps to glimpse something terrible and sublime. The warmth and intimacy of Jester and Caduceus’s worship still seems incomprehensible to him.

There is a frightful clarity here, with none of the painful ambiguity of not knowing where the nearest threat might be, none of the waiting. Everything is clear. Here is power, and here, at its feet, he knows where he belongs.

Yussa’s face is still unreadable in the pale blue light. There’s no way he can’t feel the thundering of Caleb’s pulse under his fingers, like a rabbit caught in a snare. Perhaps it’s unworthy of his notice, too pathetic.

“I can—” Caleb opens his mouth, but the words die in his mouth, turning to ash.

Yussa’s expression doesn’t change, still and implacable as a statue. “What is it you can offer?”

Caleb can’t hold his gaze, darts his eyes towards the sigil, the surrounding walls. “Very little. Someone of your stature has no need of—” He half-gestures to himself helplessly.

“Correct.”

Yussa’s fingers press hard at the hinge of his jaw, pushing open his mouth. His thumb presses on his tongue and hooks behind his teeth, holding the wet rawness of his mouth in his hand.

He could ignite the air in Caleb’s lungs with a thought.

A second, two. Or maybe an eternity. He doesn’t know time anymore.

Perhaps he has been here for years. Perhaps his friends have left long ago, as they should. Perhaps this is where he is forever. There is no longer any fear, because fear is for the unknown, and Caleb knows exactly what he is here.

Yussa removes his hand and wipes it clean on Caleb’s scarf. He turns, waving a hand, and the sigil is quenched.

There is only darkness, and Caleb is blind, lost, anchored only by the hard stone under his knees. It takes a long moment before his eyes adjust to the dark enough to reveal the faint outline of the door, and longer still before he can find his feet and feel his way along the wall.

He doesn’t know how he gets back downstairs or how they leave—only that he comes back to himself in the intense blue brightness of the Nicodranas sky and the harsh white of the buildings. Someone has a hand on his shoulder. The familiar tug of a spindly hand wound into his breeches. A large, warm hand supporting his elbow.

As the world comes back, so does the fear, all-consuming.

op here and holy fucking shit thank you so much

holy shiiiiit

When he was younger, Caleb wondered if this is how some people worshipped gods—with fear and awe and submission in the face of a greater power for the chance to survive and perhaps, perhaps to glimpse something terrible and sublime.

this is SUCH an impactful sentence… It's a fucking pucnh to the gut, that's what it is. Not to mention the last sentence. A++++ such a wonderful story

"There is no longer any fear, because fear is for the unknown, and Caleb knows exactly what he is here."

[...]

"As the world comes back, so does the fear, all-consuming."

Brilliant. Would love more - future interactions between yussah&caleb, and above all the rest of the neins interactions. Would rly aporeciate ar least one of them goung through that moment of dawning horror. They were all so wonderfully, heartbreakingly cheerful during this encounter - and don't get me wrong, I LOVE the juxtaposition and how it all played out. But my angst-loving heart wants them to realuse the severity of it all.

Especially after this fic, in this version of events. If tou ever write more that builds on this, i would adopote it. But i'm already so happy with what you wrote, ofc!

Wrote this on mobile, sorry for the awful spelliing. Dunno if it's even legible lmao. Tldr: well written, bravo!

Beautiful. Hot. Intense. I’m a little incoherent but in general this was amazing and it was exactly what I didn’t realize I was looking for.

yo this is SO GOOD

Holy shit that first fill was so, so good!

I swear I ghostwrote this prompt while I was watching the episode and this meme was a good kick in the pants to actually write it. Slightly different flavour than the other fill, hopefully both bring different things to the table!

Posted here on Ao3 (https://archiveofourown.org/works/17494967)

The Mighty Nein cut a bad deal. Caleb sweetens the pot. Or at least, that's what he remembers.

god two fills and they're both fucking amazing

i really love caleb's weird flashbacks + how you dealt with the mighty nein this was everything i wanted + more so thanks

Oh my god, what a lovely prompt! Liam plays submission REALLY well. I will never get enough fic exploring it!

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CR Campaign Two: Mighty Nein era (characters)

Caleb/Yussa, dub-con, submission

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FILL: a familiar darkness, T, Caleb/Yussa

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FILL: What You Own, Rating M (Dub Con, References to Past Abuse)

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