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frost-queen · 2 months

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Where angels fall (Reader x Caliban)

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Summary: You are Sabrina's friend and brought down from the heavens. When you meet Caliban, he is very suspicious you might be more than a mortal. When Caliban and you grow closer and fall in love, you decide to tell him one day about how you are an angel. Caliban wanting nothing more but to have you all for himself, corrupts you into giving up your wings to be with him.

The sky rumbled. Thick clouds covering up the clear sky. Another rumble thundered behind the clouds. Then a light lighting up some of the clouds. It got brighter as it made the clouds part. Creating a way as the light busted out, hitting the ground hard. For a moment it lighted the brightest till it dimmed out.

The light being swallowed back up. The clouds drawing closer again. On the ground a figure kneeling till it slowly rose. Taking a deep breath. Greendale. Your newly home for as long as he ordered you. The faint glow from around you dimmed out. You took your first step. Stumbling. The next one steadier. As you walked on earth for the first time. Being far away from home.

“Hey Y/n!” – Sabrina said when she entered the library. She approached you as you were seated down reading a book with much interest. – “Hey Sabrina.” – you replied glancing briefly up from your book when she came closer to your table. She smiled at you, resting her hand on the table as you suddenly heard another voice. One you didn’t knew. – “Sabrina!” – the voice called out as you noticed Sabrina rolling with her eyes.

Clearly she didn’t like this person this much. Glancing to the side you saw a young boy approach. Blonde and very attractive. – “I wasn’t done talking to you back in ...” – the boy said as Sabrina cleared her throat stopping the last of his words. She hinted with her head at you as the boy chuckled humorously.

“A memory wipe can be easy on your mortal friend Sabrina.” – he said all cocky. – “Caliban!” – Sabrina groaned out, clearly annoyed with him. – “Yet.” – Caliban continued approaching your table. You lowered your book when he set his hand by your side, coming to hover over your shoulder. He took a deep breath, taking in your smell. – “This mortal doesn’t smell mortal enough.”

You grabbed your book, lifted it up and slapped it up right in Caliban’s face. It startled him, making him stumble back and away from you. – “Personal space is a thing creep!” – you called out, shoving your chair back. Sabrina snickered silently as Caliban was touching his nose where you had hit him. You had gotten up, keeping the book under your armpit. Coming face to face with the creep that was sniffing you. Now you had a clear look of him. And he off you. – “Feisty that one is.” – he said to Sabrina.

Sabrina pulled her shoulders up with an innocent smile. You threw him a sarcastic smile to annoy him. – “So not so mortal, who are you?” – he wanted to know, dying with curiosity. There was something about you that was a mystery. There were some parts of you human, but not all. Something supernatural. When you remained silent went Caliban down in a bow. – “Caliban, prince of hell!” – he exaggerated with some flair.

Sabrina sighed loud with a roll of her eyes. – “Pleasure.” – you responded dull and unbothered. Caliban chuckled nervously when you didn’t seem impressed at all. – “And yours? Who are you?” – he asked taking a step closer to you. – “Wouldn’t you like to know.” – you answered witty taking your leave. Caliban stared stunned back at you. – “Sabrina?” – he asked, pleading with her for answers. Sabrina pulled her shoulders and hands up, not getting involved with it.

After a few classes you went up to your locker. Shutting the door, you were surprised by Caliban standing by your locker. A smug smile on his lips. – “So?” – he said leaning with his hand against the lockers. – “Must I guess or drag it out of you?” – he offered. You laughed at his eagerness. – “I’ll give you my name if you get on your knees and beg.” – you said just to tease him.

Caliban blinked surprised but then slowly went down to one knee, palms up as if bringing you a piece offering. – “Oh my!” – you said astonished that he was foolish enough to do so. You laughed loud, turning around and leaving before his other knee could touch the ground. – “But…” – Caliban muttered out, watching you leave.

“What are you doing?” – he turned his head seeing Sabrina stare confused at him. – “Nothing.” – Caliban replied bitsy, getting up quickly. Still snickering you clutched your books closer to your chest. It was kind of fun seeing the prince of hell throw himself at you like that. If only he knew you were his opposite. Pure and light.

A few days later you were at the library again. A hidden section in a corner at an hour most had gone home. You were reading informative when you heard a whish of flames burning. You immediately shut your book, sliding it down on your lap. For it could only be one person that appeared out of thin air like that. – “So here you are hiding, not so mortal.” – you heard Caliban speak as his footsteps approached from behind.

He set his hand down on the table again, coming to hover over your shoulder. He brought his head down against your ear. – “So you like playing games.” – he whispered as it felt intimate and fluttering. – “Only with you.” – you teased letting your head fall back to look at him. Caliban came hovering over your face with his, smiling flirtatious. – “For a name I shall get on my knees, I will go to hell and bring you the brightest jewel just to hear your name from your lips.” – he spoke making you smile.

“Please don’t.” – you chuckled out bringing your head back. You got up making Caliban move back to give you space. You went to a bookshelf, placing the book you had read back before Caliban could notice it. Caliban picked up another book, opening it uninterested. – “So what must I do?” – he asked. – “To hear that glorious name of yours.” – he added coming nearer.

You turned back to him, leaning against the bookcase. – “Why? Is the prince of hell interested in a mortal?” – you asked as he kept coming closer. He shut the book, dropping it on the table before he neared you. His arm he rested above your head against the bookshelf. – “Very.” – he spoke lowly. You felt yourself supress a squeal at how flirtatious that was of him.

“Not so mortal.” – he finished tilting your chin a bit back with his thumb. You took a deep breath, debating hard. Yet there was no harm in sharing a name. That still didn’t gave away what you truly were. One send from above, his sworn enemy. – “Y/n.” – you told him. Caliban’s smile widened. He was still touching your chin with his thumb. – “Y/n, a name for a princess.”

You punched him in the armpit for being so ridiculous. Caliban only chuckled as if not effected by the pain. You pushed him away returning to the table. From behind you, you could hear him mumble your name. Saying it like a mantra over and over. As if he thought he’d forget about it. It made you snicker quietly at how ridiculously cute it was. – “Caliban, saying my name three times isn’t going to summon me like bloody Mary!” – you called out to him.

Caliban smiled sheepishly, being caught by you. He hastened himself to your side, pulling a chair back to sit down with you. – “Maybe I like saying it. Y/n.” – he spoke leaning with his chin on his hand. You rolled your eyes at him. Caliban gawked in disbelieve at you. – “Don’t roll your eyes at me, not so mortal.” – he said grabbing your wrist and holding it down on the table.

His sense of immaturity only made you laugh louder. – “Don’t mock me not so mortal Y/n!” – he called out pulling at your wrist. You fell forwards coming face to face with him. Noses inches away from each other. Laughter had stopped as you could only remain still before pulling aware away. Hoping your cheeks weren’t too flushed.

Walking home that night, you gently tapped your hand against your forehead. – “Stop, stop, stop.” – you muttered out trying to knock some sense into you. – “Stop liking him.” – you slapped yourself hard, a bit too hard, making you rub the area with shame. Taking a deep breath you kept telling yourself to not fall for him. No good would come from it. The prince of hell with an angel from the heavens.

Not falling for Caliban was hard. Harder than any other task you had even been given. He wasn’t even school bound yet he kept appearing out of nowhere just to see you. His acts towards you were always full of flirts and charm. There had been a few close encounters where you had almost kissed him. The urge haven grown so desperate, you barely had any control over yourself.

Caliban was doing something to you and you couldn’t stop it. It was too late for that. There was no point in denying it that you liked Caliban and that he liked you in return. Perhaps telling him the truth about yourself wouldn’t be such a bad idea. You felt comfortable and loved enough around him to share your true self. You would do anything for him. That is how deep you had fallen for him. The prince of hell had you on your knees.

It was getting darker as Caliban was walking you home. Biting your lip, you took his hand, pulling him away from the main road over some grass fields. – “This isn’t your usual route home.” – he commented, blindly following you. – “I know.” – you answered going over a pumpkin patch, watching out carefully to not step on one. – “So where are we going Y/n?” – he asked nearly stepping on a pumpkin.

You remained silent walking over to a near small forest. You needed to be away from spying eyes if you were to reveal your true self to Caliban. Near an abandoned playground in the woods you came to a halt. – “Romantic.” – Caliban commented with a chuckle as you shushed him. – “Caliban, you were right, I’m not a mortal.” – you told him. – “I knew it!” – he called out with glory. – “I smelled it on you right away.” – you slapped him to stop interrupting you.

“Caliban listen!” – you made clear. You took a deep breath as Caliban could only stare at you. Was perhaps finally his burning desire off knowing going to be fulfilled? – “I’m going to show you who I truly am, but please don’t feel repulsed.” – you begged him. – “How can I be repulsed by you, princess?” – he answered brushing his fingers down your cheek.

You took his hands taking a step back. You closed your eyes. Caliban stared in awe at you when you started to glow. Light up with a soft bright light. Then with the sound of feathers appeared two white wings from your back. Opening briefly to its full length, before settling behind you. Caliban gawked in love at you. Going down on his knees for you as he bestowed upon your light. – “I am a child of the heavens.” – you told him after having opened your eyes once more.

“You are angelic Y/n.” – he complimented in wonder. He kissed your glowing hands making you smile flustered. Aware of your own self and Caliban’s nature, you looked saddened away. The heavens and the hell couldn’t be together. They never could. Caliban noticed the sadness on your face. He got back up stroking your cheek with his thumb. – “I want you so badly Y/n, but He and Lucifer will never allow us to be.” – Caliban spoke. – “I want you too.” – you answered bringing his hand down from your cheek to hold.

“What if we keep it secret?” – you asked. Caliban shook his head. – “Yours and mine, would never let it pass. He will cut off your wings for loving a hell bound prince.” – he went on. – “He is forgiving.” – you told Caliban. – “He is not, not about this. We shouldn’t be.” – Caliban pushed your hand away, turning himself away. – “No!” – you called out as Caliban smirked half.

“I want to be with you. I want to be yours. I love you Caliban.” – you said desperately wanting him back. – “I love you too Y/n, but your wings prevent us from being together.” – he said saddened. – “Then I don’t want them!” – you shouted. Caliban smiled. His corruption working. – “Are you sure? There is no return Y/n.” – he had turned himself back to you. You nodded. – “I love you, I don’t want my wings if I can’t be yours.” – you told him clearly.

Caliban smiled cupping your cheek. – “Then be my princess.” – he whispered before kissing you. The moment your lips touched his, your wings started to disintegrate. The glow on you fading out to nothing. But a mortal appearance you had. Letting the change pass by you, you kept kissing Caliban. Now I have you for eternity Caliban thought.

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glossyybabie · 2 years

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insecurities are like lizard people

Summary: Zelda comforts you after a nightmare. Well, she tries, anyway. It’s the thought that counts.

Warnings: Nightmares. Mentions of insomnia. Self-esteem issues, I guess. It gets a little fluffy. And dumb, because I wrote it. Gender-neutral reader. SFW.

Word count: 836

Notes: Not the first fic I’ve written, but this is my first time posting to Tumblr, and also my first time writing anything x reader. And currently I’m just ajkskjdskdkskdjfskdjkj Zelda. No thoughts, head empty, Zelda.

You jolted awake, breathlessly panting into the darkened room. You could feel the frantic pounding of your heart against your ribcage, the sweat down your back, on your palms, on your face. Your nearly choking breaths were painfully loud in contrast to Zelda's quiet snores beside you.

Careful to avoid disturbing her sleep, you moved the duvet aside and climbed out of bed. The cold floor bit at the soles of your feet as you blindly entered the adjacent bathroom and closed the door.

You turned on one of the smaller lamps, not wanting to completely blind yourself before your eyes could adjust to the light. Head bent over the sink, you ran the tap and left your clammy hands underneath the cold stream of water for a few seconds. Splashing the water over your face had an instant calming effect. You felt your skin temperature reach something far more bearable than it had been just moments prior.

Turning off the tap, you leaned forward against the basin, unattentive eyes trained on the small tarnishes in the polished silver metal on the taps and the drain. You weren’t usually the type to get any kind of nightmares at all. Your sleep was typically pretty calm and uninterrupted — possibly the only few hours of peace and quiet you ever got — so nightmares often caught you completely off-guard whenever they decided to appear.

And usually they’d been pretty regular in nature too, like falling from a high building or being attacked by some monster you’d seen from a horror film, but never had you experienced one containing nothing but rejection before.

But it wasn’t like that nightmare had been uncalled for. When you compared yourself to your partner, it was enough to make you question whether anything between you two was genuine, or deserved to be so.

With your head still in a semi-confused space, like you were still partially dreaming, you turned the light back off, eyesight immediately adjusting to the pitch blackness, and climbed back into bed. The space you’d vacated hadn’t lost its warmth, and the small dent in the pillow from your head was still there.

“Did something happen?”

The sleepy murmur that came from beside you nearly frightened you out of your skin. Zelda had raised her head only slightly, eyes barely open, with her weight propped up against her elbows.

You tiredly shook your head and settled back into bed, attempting to resume your previous sleeping position. “Nothing. You can go back to sleep.”

She nodded, evidently not needing to be told twice, and rolled away from you to lay on her side. Her auburn hair was splayed across her pillow, yet somehow it never seemed to look tangled in the slightest, no matter how much she tossed and turned.

You shifted around so that you were laying on your back. Your eyes followed the simple random swirling patterns in the white ceiling above you.

“Zee?” you said quietly.

Zelda made a noise of acknowledgement, but only silence followed. You weren’t even sure how to begin to phrase or explain your feelings or your question. No words you could think of could summarise it in a way that would make sense, that would make your own thoughts and fears seem rational.

Bemused, Zelda turned back over. “What is it?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but found yourself struggling. Your eyes already felt heavy, but you had the feeling there wasn’t much more sleep to be had that night.

“Am I . . .” You hesitated, side-glancing at the powerful witch beside you, “am I even good enough for you? At all?”

Zelda sighed. “Are you really having a crisis of self now?”

“No, it’s fine.” You shook your head resignedly, pulling the sheets closer to yourself. “I’ll save it for tomorrow.”

There was another sigh, this one slightly deeper, as she turned over to face you, an arm draped over your waist. In fairness, with your half-lidded gaze still fixed on the ceiling, all she could see was half of your face.

“Worrying about things like that,” she began, her tone still sleepy and more relaxed than it usually was, “is like worrying that all of your loved ones are lizard people waiting to devour you any moment now. It’s just not true.”

You faintly smiled. “Lizard people?”

“Zip it, it’s 2 in the morning,” she retorted. She sleepily kissed your cheek as she settled back and closed her eyes. “Just sleep. Or don’t. Whatever you want, dear . . .”

“Thanks,” you whispered.

Behind the small humour in your tone, you were sincere. It was rather impossible to look at her and not wonder what kind of crazy magic had led you to someone like her in the first place. Not that you were complaining. It was hard to complain about that.

“‘Night, Zelda.” You curled up beside her and made a weak attempt at restraining a yawn. “Love you.”

The only response you received was a soft grunt as her arm tightened around your waist.

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