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CR Campaign Two: Mighty Nein era (characters)

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I'd love to see a reversal on the expected trope here:

Caleb puts a concentrated effort into coming across as meek and powerless, but his true nature is that of a calculating, sharp-minded alpha with a more characteristic caring/protective heart than he'd like to believe.
Fjord has a level head and makes a good leader, but as more of his anxieties start to pile up he becomes more timid about his role in the group - it's as if giving orders or being given control tires him out in a way that feels almost unnatural for someone who isn't an omega...

Whatever the circumstances, the two of them figure the other out almost right away, but keep it to themselves out of respect for each other and for the cohesion of the group. Eventually the UST reaches a head, so they get some alone time to let themselves... indulge in their instincts. ;)

Bonus: Anything to do with Fjord's heat cycle, and how Caleb gets acquainted with it.

trying to work on something for this, but it might be a while

AN: This first bit features Fjord/Avantika and a brief mention of past Fjord/Vandran, so mild CW for age difference and Avantika's whole...thing. Caleb doesn't actually get his dick wet at all in this part. I'm so sorry.

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“Do what you have to do”, Caleb said, and Fjord gave him a tight little nod as he ducked away from the group, his face burning. He could feel Caleb’s gaze linger on his back as he hightailed it away from his companions, a far-too-obvious fastwalk directly to the Captain’s great cabin. By now Fjord had had a fair amount of practice at acting normal while preheat warmed his blood and left him wet and aching to be touched, but he didn’t enjoy doing it while surrounded by friends; it made him feel too exposed.

Nobody but Caleb knows, he reminded himself. The little vial of acid in his pocket, and the protective magic thrumming under his skin, had been given to him under the assumption that Avantika was an alpha who preyed upon her own kind. Nott and Caduceus expected that she’d try to fuck him tonight, sure, and maybe they even knew that Fjord would let her. But nobody except Caleb knew that he wanted it. That he needed it.

The thing about having orcish blood was that half the time people didn’t look at you so much as through you, to the person they imagined you to be. It was always annoying, sometimes dangerous, and occasionally convenient- like when you found yourself on the road alone, with the only alpha you had ever really liked dead. Not loved, not really. Just liked. It had been a revelation, just liking someone and having them like him back. The light that had glowed within Fjord when Vandren spoke to him (like an equal, like a proud mentor, like a friend) had been more than enough to send him into the man’s arms when he turned 15 and his first heat broke upon him like a tsunami. He had been a late bloomer, for a half-orc, already full grown, and his cycle had hit him hard and fast. There had been alphas on board closer to his own age, but the young ones were all knotheads, and his Captain had never been anything but kind. So he went to the Vandran's cabin, and every three months afterwards he went to Vandran again. He was never turned away, and the rest of the crew knew to stay away from him. It had been good.

After the shipwreck, queasy with grief and overwhelmed with confusion (the sword, the dreams), Fjord has turned to Vandran for help once again. He needed to be someone else, to be safe on the road, and it was easy enough to pick up Vandran’s drawl, the way he moved, the deep, mellow tone he used when he expected to be obeyed but didn’t want to be a dick about it. It had worked pretty well, right until Caleb had looked at him with those piercing blue eyes and-

Well. That was pure fantasy. Caleb’s soft blue eyes didn’t ‘pierce’ you so much as they fixated on the bridge of your nose while you were talking and hoped you wouldn’t notice. It felt exactly like eye contact until you watched him doing it to someone else, and then you could tell. Fjord had been watching Caleb a lot, lately.

So his brain might be exaggerating certain details, but he did remember the moment he and Caleb sized each other up for the first time in that shitty little inn. The mortifying flash of mutual recognition as they each saw through the other’s disguise. The waryness and even open hostility, which had slowly faded away day by day as neither of them outed the other. They had an unspoken truce now. Fjord didn’t know why an alpha would want to play omega, but it wasn’t any of his business, just like Fjord’s reasons hadn’t been any of Caleb’s. Up until oh, maybe five minutes ago, when Caleb had made it his business.

And now here he was, on the edge of heat and knocking on Avantika’s cabin door with express orders to let her fuck him silly. Technically those orders weren’t...binding, in any way. Caleb wasn’t his captain, his patron, or his alpha. He was just someone who looked at Fjord and knew. Caleb could be almost as eerily perceptive as Caduceus sometimes. He must know how hard up Fjord was for it, despite the fact that he was trying his damndest not to let his accent slip, not to let his eyes glaze over in the middle of sentences, not to rub up against furniture like an animal. Hells, by now Caleb could probably smell him. He wanted fucked, and it had to be now, now, now, before he completely lost his mind.

Fjord had gotten pretty good at timing sex. Every three months or so, just when he started getting antsy but before anyone besides an alpha could tell...that was the sweet spot, and this time around he was pushing the edge of it. Staying on Avantika’s good side was crucial, and she’d made no secret of her interest, but despite what his companions seemed to think he knew better than to fully trust her. He had been waffling, putting it off until he risked exposing himself, and then Caleb had gently taken that choice out of his hands with a quiet order that Fjord couldn’t help but jump to obey. How high, sir?

It was the worst time to be making strategic decisions, when all he wanted was someone's weight on top of him, their teeth in his neck. The whole conversation with Avantika was agonizing, the way she watched him with that knowing smile and pressed him for information. He didn't know where to turn, wanting her so desperately, wanting her power, wanting not to make a fool of himself. He heard himself admit to knowing Vandran, to knowing where his ship sank, and all the while she circled him, grinning like a wildcat.

“I appreciate that you are a very accomplished liar”, Avantika said, and when her mouth opened to taste his scent, Fjord knew that she was talking about more than just the little lies. When she finally pulled him into a passionate kiss his whole body collapsed into it, into her arms. She gripped his hair with one hand and pulled his head back to look into his glassy eyes.

“You really are very good, you know. I believed you...I was even looking forward to a bit of a fight tonight", she said, with a theatrical sigh.

(Well, that confirmed the party’s assessment of her. She did like alphas.)

“Maybe another time?” Fjord asked, his voice strained. “I’m not, uh, averse to that sort of play, but I ain’t got much fight in me at the moment.”

“Oh, I know”, Avantika purred, and pushed him onto her bed.

Fjord landed flat on his back. Too far gone to wait, he rolled over, buried his face in his arms, and spread his legs. Avantika laughed while she undressed him, and then she laughed while she fucked him- not at him, exactly, just with a kind of joyful smugness at how willingly he submitted to her. At the easy power she had over him just with her hands, her voice, her cock. She liked a rough fuck, but she seemed to like this too; Fjord pliant and vocal underneath her, begging for more with his whole body.

Afterwards he still didn’t trust her, still felt vulnerable and half-wild when she looked at him, but at least he could think about something other than sex. By the the next morning his blood had cooled, but as he went about his business he could feel the heat of Caleb’s gaze on the back of his neck. The wizard watched Fjord cautiously, with that shy demeanor of his, but he didn't look away. He knew what Fjord had done, on his orders, without question. Fjord wanted to say thanks, and he wanted to say next time how about you do me yourself? and what he really wanted was to ask did I do good? and have Caleb stroke his hair and tell him that yes, he had done such a good job keeping their captor happy, and now Caleb was going to get them out of here. But that wasn't how it worked. Caleb wasn't his alpha, just a friend who shared a secret.

And Fjord was the one who had gotten them all into this mess, so it was up to him to get them out.

Holy shit this is good.

(author) Thanks, anon! I'm trying to work on a second, final chapter where they actually hook up, but I'm not used to this whole "writing porn" thing, so its slow work.

ooooo this is fantastic! I'm not usually that into ABO but I do love a twist on it, and this is super hot.

what he really wanted was to ask did I do good? and have Caleb stroke his hair and tell him that yes, he had done such a good job keeping their captor happy, and now Caleb was going to get them out of here. But that wasn't how it worked. Caleb wasn't his alpha, just a friend who shared a secret. *indistinct noises* I take it back I might be REALLY into ABO now

I know this is unlikely to be completed but holy shit this is good and I wish you could have gotten to Caleb fucking Fjord!

This was so enjoyable to read. Really loved the tension of it, and all of Fjord's struggle.

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