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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• Since we're all supposed to be adults here, let's act like it. Be respectful to your fellow posters.
  
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• RPF is also allowed, but please prompt it over here!
  
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Now go forth and prompt!

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Ask Me No Questions, I'll Tell You No Lies (7/9)

[(Anonymous)]

“I lied to you,” Molly finally whispered. “A lot. About…the things I know.” He felt his face getting hot with shame. “What I’ve done.”

It took Caleb a second to understand. Then he blanched, then his head snapped up to stare at Molly, his eyes wide and horrified. “Scheisse,” he breathed. “Mollymauk, why? Wh-why would you do that, I would never have—”

“I know,” Molly said, and winced. “That was why. I wanted you to like me. I wanted you to be…interested in me.”

“I was always—” Caleb stammered, before he closed his mouth hard enough for Molly to hear his teeth click together. “Mollymauk, we, we could have taken this so much more slowly if I had known. I w-would never demean you for inexperience, especially when—” He paused, his expression twisting as if in pain, his eyes screwing shut as if to shield himself from an awful sight. Molly heard him struggling to breathe raggedly, visibly trying to force the words out.

Molly reached out slowly, carefully, across the bed to take one of Caleb’s hands in his own. Caleb immediately seized his hand in turn almost before he seemed to realize it. Then he managed to force an eye open, meet Molly’s gaze, and smile weakly.

“Especially when,” he said. “So much of my, ah, my experience has been gained through, through p-pain, or force, or, or necessity.” Somehow, that word dripped with the most poison of them all. His face started to go as red as his hair, his gaze fell back to the bed, as Caleb added: “I enjoyed thinking of you…enjoying yourself, as I never have. I won’t deny that. But, but that was no reason for you t-to drag yourself down to my level.”

Molly felt like he’d been punched in the stomach, like all the breath was being driven from him again and his stomach felt sick and tight with horror. He’d never known. He’d never guessed. How had he been this stupid, this thoughtless? “And I made you remember all of that.” He’d thought he was just teasing, he’d thought they were having fun swapping stories over shitty romance novels, and all of this had been beneath the surface? He’d dredged up Caleb’s worst memories for a laugh?

Caleb shook his head with surprising fervor. “No, Molly,” he said, gentle and soothing despite everything. “Talking to you, it was…it was fun. It was good. It started to make me think that, that maybe this sort of thing could be good. Even for me. I had never thought that way before. I had never had reason to.” He worried at his lower lip, ducking his head once more. “And I fucked it up,” he mumbled. “Like always. Like everything. I’m sorry, Mollymauk, I am so sorry for what I did to you. If, if you want me to tell the others, or stay away from you, or, or leave, then I will understand.”

Molly did not answer right away. He turned Caleb’s words and everything they meant over and over in his mind, keeping his eyes on the sight of their joined hands to ground him.

What had happened wasn’t okay, but it wouldn’t be made okay by Caleb pulling away or drawing into himself. Molly didn’t want that. This wasn’t Caleb’s fault so much as the fault of all the people who had heaped years of abuse and pain and fear on his shoulders to the point that one bad confluence of events had made him crack beneath it.
He might have felt differently if Caleb had reacted differently, but…Molly might not have known much about sex, but he knew that he knew people quite well. He felt confident that Caleb’s confusion, his grief, his contrition, all were genuine and heartfelt. He was scared and yet he was still determined not to let this happen again. This had been a fluke, an accident, a fire burned out of control.

Maybe together, they could help ensure it never happened again.

“I didn’t hate all of it,” he finally said, smiling sheepishly, feeling his heart flutter hopefully at the look of surprise that flickered over Caleb’s face. “For what it’s worth? This started out really, really good.” Caleb actually laughed, a weak little chuckle that nevertheless sounded genuine, and that emboldened Molly enough to add: “And the parts I hated probably weren’t that great for you either. So I wouldn’t mind doing this again. Maybe just with some ground rules in place. For both of us.”

Caleb looked like a man scarcely daring to hope. Molly squeezed his hand and only then did he draw in a shuddering breath. His eyes were overbright and shiny, but this time it was only with the threat of tears as he nodded just once. “All right,” he whispered. And then: “My hair. Please, ah, please don’t—” He mimed pulling it. It took Molly a second to understand, and then he flashed back to the moment before everything had gone wrong. Ah.

But it was a good realization to have, honestly. Knowing that there had been a concrete reason for Caleb to fall so fast and hard back into the past, knowing that it was something he could make sure to never do again. Besides, now he knew why Caleb’s first instinct, upon getting lost in bad memories, had been to hurt someone. All throughout his life, he’d been taught that’s what you did when you had power over someone. In this one specific way, he was a bundle of learned instincts and copied behavior, just like Molly was.

“Okay,” was all Molly said out loud. And then: “Easier done than said.” Caleb smiled weakly in obvious gratitude. Molly took a second to marshall his thoughts, then added: “I’d rather no choking. That probably goes without saying.”

Caleb giggled again, and nodded. “But, but it’s good that you are saying it anyway,” he said.

“You know, you’re right.” Molly’s grin came a little easier. “Isn’t that how it always goes in the books? There’s always some big misunderstanding and woe is me, all hope is lost. But then they finally talk it out like adults and…poof. Happily ever after. Or at least for now.”

Caleb looked confused for a moment, but when understanding dawned, his face went so soft and warm that Molly’s chest hurt with a much sweeter pain. “That does seem to be the pattern, doesn’t it?” he murmured, and then brought Molly’s hand to his mouth to kiss. The warm, gentle press of his lips sent sparks all up Molly’s arm so that words became, momentarily, very difficult to string together again.

Somehow, what came out next was: “And, and I liked it when you were telling me what to do. So you don’t have to punish me if I fuck something up. Just tell me when I’m doing right and I will try my damndest to keep doing it.” If he lived another three years, he wasn’t sure he would have the words to express how bone deep appealing it was, the idea of being good for Caleb. “Maybe that could even be good for you? Having power over someone and, and not being a bastard about it.” Maybe having the chance and taking the time to do what had never been done for him would help him get even further away from his past.

“…I will think about it,” Caleb said, and seemed like he meant it. Molly rewarded him for it by leaning over the bed for a kiss, and Caleb met him halfway.

Somehow, they still spent the evening in bed together, even if they did so fully clothed. They talked over every potential pitfall they could think of and some they hadn’t been able to before, and hid their faces in the other’s shoulder or chest whenever things got too embarrassing or too much.

Eventually, Caleb reminded Molly that they should probably go and see Yasha. Molly went and brought her upstairs. He could tell that she absolutely new at a glance at least something of what had happened. But she called up her celestial power to heal the bruises on Molly’s throat and the scratches on Caleb’s face, and didn’t ask any questions until the next night on watch when Molly felt that he finally had some answers to give.