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frost-queen · 3 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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torturedpoetskywalker · 1 year

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Multiamory March 2023 (@polyamships)

002. Supernatural - Prudence Night/Sabrina Spellman/Prince Caliban - https://archiveofourown.org/works/45445474

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princessofcaliban · 2 years

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Chamomile tea

#sam corlett #vikings valhalla #vikings: valhalla cast #caos #caos cast #prince caliban #caliban #caliban the prince of hell #cute boys #australian boy #blond boy #caosedit #australian #blonde boy #via instagram

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acourtcfmuses · 2 years

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Wanted Characters to write with!

This list is long, but it’s not extensive, there is likely ones I’ve missed!

This list is for all kinds of ships - familiar, platonic and romantic

If you want to know which of my muses I have in mind for each let me know and I will let you know who I’d like to write against the below muses!

***Edited to add - this is just canons, but I’m always down for writing with/shipping with OC’s!

Wanted Canon Male muses

Misc

Daemon Targaryen / HotD

Aemond Targaryen / HotD

Nick Goode / Fear Street

Tommy Slater / Fear Street

Adil of Tarim / Fort Salem

Walter Bishop / Fringe

Morpheus/Dream / The Sandman

Ed Mercer / The Orville

Isaac / The Orville

Kalabar Junior / Halloweentown

From Blood and Ash

Casteel Da’Neer

Kieran Contou

Folk of Air

Cardan Greenbriar

ACOTAR

Rhysand

Kallias

Azriel

Tamlin

Fourth Wing

Xaden Riorson

Liam Mairi

Tairn (the Dragon)

Garrett

Bodhi

Dain Aetos

Ridoc

Teen Wolf

Peter Hale

Derek Hale

Stiles Stilinski

Scott McCall

Myth

Hades

James Potter

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Sebastian Sallow

Ominis Gaunt

Garreth Weasley

Amit Thakkar

Aesop Sharp

Eleazar Fig

Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy

Charlie Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Blaise Zabini

Cedric Diggory

Godric Gryffindor

Salazar Slytherin

Scorpius Malfoy

Twilight

Edward Cullen

Jasper Hale

Jacob Black

Carlisle Cullen

MCU

Alexei Shostakov

Pietro Maximoff

Foggy Nelson

Thor Odinson

Loki Laufeyson

Druig

Dane

Peter Parker (any iteration)

Tony Stark

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Bruce Banner

Clint Barton

Shang-Chi

Groot

Doctor Strange

Lost Girl

Hale Santiago

Dyson Thornwood

Trick

Shadowhunters

Jace Wayland

Simon Lewis

Alec Lightwood

Magnus Bane

Luke Garroway

CAOS

Nick Scratch

Caliban

Ambrose Spellman

Harvey Kinkle

Fate: The Winx Saga

Sky

Riven

Grey

Saul Silva

Agents of SHIELD

Grant Ward

Leo Fitz

Phil Coulson

Lance Hunter

Alphonso Mackenzie

TVD/TO

Elijah Mikaelson

Klaus Mikaelson

Tyler Lockwood

Stefan Salvatore

Damon Salvatore

Kai Parker

OUAT

Killian Jones

Neal Cassidy

David Nolan

Henry Mills (platonic/familial only due to character age)

The Witcher

Geralt of Rivia

Jaskier

Vesemir

Bridgerton

Anthony Bridgerton

Benedict Bridgerton

Colin Bridgerton

Simon Basset

Lucifer

Lucifer Morningstar

Amenadiel

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Jonathan Byers

Eddie Munson

Dustin Henderson (platonic/familial only due to character age)

Jim Hopper

The Quarry

Max Brinly

Dylan Lenivy

Nick Furcillo

Charmed (1997)

Chris Halliwell

Wyatt Halliwell

Leo Wyatt

Julie and the Phantoms

Reggie Peters

Alex Mercer

Luke Patterson

Mass Effect

Garrus Vakarian

Thane Krios

Grunt

Commander Shepard (Male)

DCTV

Oliver Queen

William Clayton

Barry Allan

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Raymond Holt

Terry Jeffords

Charles Boyle

iZombie

Major Lilywhite

Blaine DeBeers

Wednesday

Xavier Thorpe

Tyler Galpin

Sheriff Galpin

Gomez Addams

Shadow and Bone

Matthias

Kaz Brekker

Jesper Fahey

Aleksander Morozova

Mal Oretsev

Tolkien World

Halbrand

Fili

Kili

Thorin Oakenshield

Bilbo Baggins

Legolas

The Covenant

Caleb Danvers

Reid Garwin

Tyler Simms

Pogue Parry

Chase Collins

Night World

James Rasmussen

Ash Redfern

John Quinn

One Piece

Monkey D Luffy

Sanji

Roronoa Zoro

Usopp

Buggy

Arlong

Shanks

Wanted Canon Female muses

Misc

Vonetta Contou / From Blood and Ash

Taryn Duarte / The Cruel Prince

Tris Prior / Divergent

Olivia Dunham / Fringe

Kelly Grayson / The Orville

Claire Finn / The Orville

Alara Kitan / The Orville

Vanessa Afron / FNAF Movie

Marnie Piper / Halloweentown

ACOTAR

Nesta Archeron

Emerie

Catrin Berdara

Lady of Autumn

Marlene McKinnon

Luna Lovegood

Ginny Weasley

Hermione Granger

Pansy Parkinson

Rowena Ravenclaw

Lily Evans/Potter

Marlene McKinnon

Female MC of Hogwarts Legacy

Poppy Sweeting

Natsai Onai

Imelda Reyes

Mirabel Garlick

Matilda Weasley

Dinah Hecat

Sirona Ryan

Victoire Weasley

Fourth Wing

Violet Sorrengail

Rhiannon Matthias

Mira Sorrengail

Sloane Mairi

Sgyael (the Dragon)

Descendants

Evie Grimhilde

Mal Bertha

Audrey Rose

Fear Street

Deena Johnson

Alice

Ziggy Berman

Twilight

Bella Swan

Esme Cullen

Rosalie Hale

Alice Cullen

MCU

Natasha Romanoff

Yelena Belova

Melina Vostokoff

Wanda Maximoff

Jane Foster

Darcy Lewis

Monica Rambeau

Karen Page

Jennifer Walters

Sylvie Laufeydottir

Makkari

Sersi

The Hunger Games

Annie Cresta

Katniss Everdeen

Johanna Mason

Shadowhunters

Clary Fray

Isabelle Lightwood

Teen Wolf

Malia Tate

Lydia Martin

Kira Yukimura

Allison Argent

Melissa McCall

Laura Hale

Satomi

Braeden

Kate Argent

Lost Girl

Bo Dennis

Kenzi Malikov

Tamsin

Lauren Lewis

CAOS

Sabrina Spellman

Rosalind Walker

Prudence Blackwood

Agatha Night

Dorcas Night

Hilda Spellman

Zelda Spellman

Fate: The Winx Saga

Bloom Peters

Terra Harvey

Beatrix

Flora

Stella

Musa

Aisha

Agents of SHIELD

Skye / Daisy Johnson

Jemma Simmons

Melinda May

Bobbi Morse

TVD/TO

Rebekah Mikaelson

Freya Mikaelson

Hope Mikaelson

Hayley Marshall

Elena Gilbert

Caroline Forbes

Bonnie Bennett

Katherine Petrova

Lizzie Saltzman

Josie Saltzman

OUAT

Emma Swan

Snow White

Alice Jones

Regina Mills

The Witcher

Yennefer

Cirilla

Francesca Findabair

Bridgerton

Kate Sharma

Edwina Sharma

Daphne Bridgerton

Eloise Bridgerton

Violet Bridgerton

Queen Charlotte

Lucifer

Chloe Decker

Mazikeen Smith

Linda Martin

Ella Lopez

Stranger Things

Robin Buckley

Nancy Wheeler

Eleven / Jane Hopper (no ship as kid muse)

Max Mayfield (no ship as kid muse)

Joyce Byers

Disney

Elsa of Arendelle

Anna of Arendelle

Maleficent

Fort Salem

Abigail Bellweather

Scylla

Raelle Collar

The Quarry

Abigail Blyg

Emma Mountebank

Laura Kearney

Kaitlyn Ka

Charmed (1997)

Piper Halliwell

Phoebe Halliwell

Paige Halliwell

Mass Effect

Tali’Zorah Nar Rayya

Commander Shepard (female)

Jack / Subject Zero

The Sandman

Calliope

Johanna Constantine

Death

Rose Walker

Lyta Hall

DCTV

Felicity Smoak

Kara Danvers

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Amy Santiago

Rosa Diaz

Gina Linetti

iZombie

Liv Moore

Peyton Charles

Wednesday

Wednesday Addams

Enid Sinclair

Bianca

Yoko

Morticia Addams

Larissa Weems

Marilyn THornhill

Shadow and Bone

Alina Starkov

Inej Ghafa

NIna Zenik

Zoya Nazyalensky

Genya Safin

Tolkien World

Galadriel

Tauriel

Night World

Poppy North

Mary-Lynnette Carter

Rowan Redfern

Kestrel Redfern

Jade Redfern

One Piece

Nami

#☀️ [ wanted opposites ]#long post tw #☀️ lost in the forest [ ooc ]

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shadowedstardust · 1 year

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caos masterlist

♡︎ - fluff

☾︎ - angst

☀︎︎ - fluff and angst

sabrina spellman↴

☀︎︎ - the antichrist

Maiden says, “As the sun becomes the moon.” Mother says, “And the daughter is ravaged by the Earth.” Crone says, “The powers of Satan’s progeny will awaken.”

prudence blackwood + ambrose spellman↴

prince caliban + sabrina spellman↴

nicholas scratch + sabrina spellman↴

sabrina spellman + rosalind walker↴

#chilling adventures of sabrina #prince caliban #caliban #nicholas scratch #ambrose spellman #sabrina spellman #rosalind walker #prudence blackwood #calbrina

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princesscaliban · 4 years

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10 with Sammy!!!!!!! Please!

10. a kiss on the top of the head

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She played with the band on his wrist as they stood side stage and watched Quinn XCII finish up his set at Lollapalooza in Chicago. Their group of friends randomly singing along, bopping their heads to the beat and enjoying a concert.

Her head was resting on Sam’s shoulder, she felt tired from her anxiety, “Tovi, this is your thirty minute warning.” (pronounced toe-vee)

She let out a groan, purely out of anticipation and the breath she had unknowingly been holding. “You good?”

“I’ll be fine.” She said it to him as much as she did to herself. “You stay here.”

“I’ll come with--

“You’re good.” She let go of his hands and blew him a kiss as she walked further backstage.

She double checked the tie on her shorts after she changed, she double knotted the worn-in Doc Marten’s on her feet, adjusted her mic pack in her pocket and pushed her in-ears half way in.

A full-length mirror stood before her and she touched up her nude lipstick, added a bit more of her favorite highlighter and ran her fingers through her hair.

It wasn’t Tovi’s first show but it was her biggest show. It was the first time she would be performing a few songs and she didn’t know how the crowd of (what could be) 20,000 people would react.

Her girlfriends had been with her all week going over dance moves, picking out outfits for each other and most importantly: being her friend and promising her everything would go right.

Her boyfriend, Sam, had flown to Chicago for just over 48 hours to see her perform before he had to head back to set. A few of his friends had flown from Australia to see him and catch some of their favorite music together. It was all a plus that his girlfriend was a headliner and could get them all ARTIST wristbands.

She made her way back to the group that sang along to the last song. With no warning she hugged Sam, so small she fit perfectly under his chin and her arms met around his back. He could feel her shaking from her nerves.

“Come ‘ere.” He kept hugging her and walked backwards, “Come on.”

Tovi giggled against his chest as he guided them to a slightly empty part of the backstage area that was now bustling with commotion as Quinn’s set had ended.

Sam grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back a bit, “First of all, you look...” He spun her around, “Ace.”

She laughed at his slang as she always did, “Thanks.”

“Second, you’re gunna kill it.”

“Hopefully.”

“No...not hopefully.” He pulled her in to a hug, resting his chin on the top of her had, “You are gunna kill it.”

Her reply wasn’t vocal, it was a tight squeeze around them and her still shakey hands and arms. She kept close to him but pulled one arm back to put an in-ear in completely to listen for her cue.

Tovi looked up at him, her chin on his chest, “Did I mention to you that I’m singing two of the songs I wrote with Taylor?” Sam shook his head no, knowing she had helped co-write with Taylor Swift on her entire last album. “Well, I am. I asked her and she said it was okay. So sorry if I look at you a lot.”

“Sorry for looking at me?”

“I mean when a song’s about someone it’s hard not to look at them.” She smiled.

“So I’m in for a surprise?” He laughed, “Oh god, now I’m nervous.”

“No, no, no you’re not allowed to be nervous. Only me.”

“Okay, fine. I’m not nervous at all and you shouldn’t be either. Because you have a sparkly microphone behind you--” He grabbed his from her assistant, “And you’re going on stage soon?”

“Three minutes.” Her teeth practically chattered from anticipation.

Sam grabbed her cheeks (lightly, he knew the make up rules) and made her look up at him. “Whatever happens, know that you’re biggest fan is here for you and only you.”

“And Post Malone later tonight.”

“No, I’m here for you, Tov. Promise.” He pulled her forward and kissed the top of her head. “Relax, you know the plan, have fun. I love you.”

“Trying to relax, will soon be having fun and I love you more.” She winked before running towards the stage, hiding behind a speaker until her cue.

@BTSofLOLLA: @tovi was seen getting a good luck kiss from her boy @sam_corlett who flew in from Canada to see her perform today. Apparently she has a few surprise songs for everyone! Any guesses?! #Lollapalooza

A large screen lit up in the background. An illustration of Tovi walked by, her name appeared after her and the crowd erupted in screams. ‘So far so good’ she thought to herself.

The synth from her first song began to play. One of her first radio hits that took her around the world. She could sing this song and do the dance without even thinking about it and once she stepped on the stage that exactly happened. (I’m going to link the songs in order of performance after/before introducing/talking/etc. about them.)

so good - zara larsson

“....you know my love is.” She finished, the crowd screamed, her band started going into her second song, she looked side stage and didn’t see anyone she knew.

“This next song is one of my latest singles, about someone you meet... that you can’t get over.. and you just want to.... waste all of your time on them.” A few screams were heard, fans that knew what she was talking about.

waste - dove cameron

Half way through the song she found Sam, his friends, her friends and a few other artists that were set to perform tonight in a VIP gated area at the front of the general admission. Perfectly timed for her to end the song, she made eye contact with Sam:

“....I wanna waste My love on you”

Tovi took a sip of water and let the crowd yell. Her band began playing a song as flames took over the background screen. “Raise your hand if you’ve ever been in a relationship... and it’s just gone bad... and you just want everything to go wrong for that person?”

The crowd screamed, raised hands, tossed a couple beers in the air, “Well this song was written for an ex when I was really mad and I wanted it all to... hurt like hell.”

hurts like hell - madison beer

As a surprise, Offset came out and performed his part, ending the song with Tovi on the middle of the catwalk:

“I really hope it hurts like (oh) Like (hell), like hell”

“Give it up for, Offset!!” She clapped, backing up to let Offset have the attention. “I wish I had another amazing surprise guest like that, but this is close.” She teased the audience, “I have an amazing friend who is an amazing song-writer and woman and just an amazing person in general. And we wrote some songs together for her last album--

The crowd cut her off, they knew who it was and they were losing it.

“Well I’m sorry to say Taylor Swift is not here.” Tovi laughed, “But she did give me permission to sing a little bit of a few songs we wrote together. And the backstory to the first one is funny, to me at least.”

She sat on a speaker towards the front of the stage, right in front of her friends. “I was with Taylor at her house in Nashville and something had happened and I said four words and it was like a lightbulb went off in her head and she started writing down notes and chords and we go so into this song we were up until six in the morning, jacked up on tea and a fruit tray we found in her fridge. All because I met someone on a whim and once they left I realized I didn’t want them to leave.”

Her guitar player took center stage with an acoustic and sat up a mic stand for her. “I hope you don’t mind that I tone it down for a second, I promise the vibes are all up here from now. This is Come Back, Be Here.”

come back, be here - taylor swift

Tovi had never seen herself as an emotional person but singing certain lines of this song were making her feel like she was about to cry.

“This is falling in love in the cruelest way, This is falling for you when you are worlds away.”

Thankfully her back-up singer kept it going while she stopped, playing it off as just trying to catch her breath. She looked at Sam, his (now) puppy dog eyes looking up at her from the ground as his slightly intoxicated friends kept telling the crowd behind them that it was about him.

“I don't wanna miss you like this. Come back... be here. Come back... be here.”

"Ladies and gentleman give it up for Ricky on acoustic guitar!” She clapped and took a sip of water as her band came back on stage, “Now that’s enough of that sappy-stuff..” She joked, winking down at Sam. “But I’m going to take a poll... who has ever met someone that makes them feel like they’re in middle school again, sending text messages to your friends about how BIG of a crush you had on them?”

The crowd roared, apparently everyone knew the feeling.

“So... I met a guy...” She glanced at Sam and the crowd was catching on and laughed, “And.. don’t ask my friends what I said. But I kind of liked him.” She went down the cat walk, “And apparently I wasn’t good at hiding it.... so Taylor pulls me aside one day--

Interrupted by screams again, just the mention of Taylor could drive a crowd wild.

“Taylor pulls me aside at this little get together we were at and she asked if I had a crush and I said I did and she said he had a crush on me and I was like no he doesn’t and she was like yes he does and the next day we wrote this song off of some true events and it’s a SINGLE off her newest album. This is called, I Think He Knows.”

i think he knows - taylor swift

Sam’s group of friends looked like they were in a mosh pit as they jumped around singing to Sam: everyone knew this song was based of off his and Tovi’s relationship.

“I ain't gotta tell him I think he knows.’

“He does!” One of his friends yelled, receiving a laugh from the crowd.

“I wish I could stay here all night but I think you’re all ready for some... Marshmello?? or maybe some.... Post Malone?!” The crowd lost it, some had been waiting all day in the front just for Post, the last show of the night.

“Chicago you have been an amazing, amazing crowd and I couldn’t have asked for a better first Lolla performance and I hope there are many, many more to come!” She waved to each side and blew kisses, “I’m going to leave you with my newest single, T-G-4-M also known as, Too Good For Me.” Tovi turned and hit a pose with her dancers

tg4m - zara larsson

“You're too good for me, but I want, but I You're too good for me, but I want, but I”

She bent down on the edge of the stage, singing right to Sam and her friends,

“You're too good for me, but I want, but I You're too good for me, but I want, but I want you anyway.”

An epic boom ended her set as she waved and ran from one side of the stage to the other, “Thank you Chicago!”

As she exited stage she felt like she could collapse, but her two best friends were right there to hug her and unknowingly keep her standing up: she was exhausted.

“Tovi, Tovi, Tovi you fuckin’ killed it.” One screamed in her ear (I imagine this girl looking and acting like Sarah Baska lol), reminding her that she could barely hear a thing with her in-ears on so she pulled them out and let them fall to her shoulders. “Everyone was vibin’!”

“So it was fine--

“PERFECT” The both yelled at her, going in for another group hug.

Tovi pushed her body away from the two and walked between them, “Sammy.” She jumped into his arms, finally able to avoid messing up her makeup or spray tan.

“You were amazing, so, so, so amazing.” He said to her, ignoring her entire sweaty body and the makeup stains he knew he would have on his white shirt. “You went out and fuckin’ killed it.”

“Good. Because I’m exhausted, but that was so much fun.” She giggled, digging her face into his neck, “I didn’t realize that many people would know my songs. I thought like ten people in the back would and no one else but so many people sang along.”

“Everyone was, it was so good.”

“No time to relax.” Tovi had just remembered, “I only have forty minutes to change into a Posty outfit so we can go watch.” Sam sat her down on her two feet and she surprised herself by being able to stand up. “You go hang with your friends, I’m going to go change.”

“Not a chance.” He laughed, grabbing her hand.

“Tovie? Tovie! Hey Tovie, cool name by the way. I’m Austin, some people call me Post. Rad set, love the vocals on the last song. I had my manager talk to yours, maybe we can get some studio sesh’s in and get something going? I’ve got a duet song I’ve been working on.”

Tovie didn’t even have time to take in what was happening. First, Post Malone was there. Second, he knew her name and was talking to her. Third, he wants her to have a song with him?

“Sounds... awesome.. good luck tonight!” She waved as a group of press followed him down the hall. Right when he was out of sight, “Are you fucking kidding me?!”

“Tovi this is... Post Malone wants to do a song with you!”

She repeated it back to him, still not feeling real, “And he knows my name!” She jumped, hugging him again. “Now I have to go change really quick so I don’t miss his set at all.”

All of Post’s set was spent in their little barricade singing every word and dancing like maniacs. Instagram stories were flooded and annoying everyone but no one cared.

The end of the night Tovi posted a blurry picture of the Chicago skyline, a Lolla poster with her name on it, one someone had taken of her on stage and another of Sam holding onto her and swaying behind her when they were side stage for Quinn XCII.

‘One of the best nights of my life. Thanks to all who made this possible. Somehow, all of my dreams are coming true. 💜’

#chilling adventures of sabrina #sam corlett #sam #caliban #caliban fica #prince caliban caos #imagine #burlb #drabble

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𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘. ━━ ❦ caliban, the prince of hell.

𝐀/𝐍— ❦ hi! this is my first caliban imagine in almost over a year n omg it feels so amazin writing for my baby again... hope y’all like this. also, i changed the request just the tiniest bit... there is fluff, but it also got a lil dirty in some parts? sorry, anon! anyways, please reblog, like n share if you enjoyed this lil thing. also, feedback is very much appreciated! thank you for reading.♡

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓— ❦ ANON ASKED; Can I please request a Caliban imagine where the reader (female) is mortal but he’s superrrr whipped for her and calls her “my lady” and keeps saying how much he loves her and is just really sweet to the reader??? Thank you. Xx // also, you may send in a request(s) here.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘— ❦ caliban, the prince of hell, is totally whipped for his girl, you.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆— ❦ caliban x fem!reader.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒— ❦ 18+! slut shaming! fluff n mentions of sexual themes! adult language! & any grammatical mistakes are my own!

𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵.

♡࿐ Caliban was in love. No, scratch that. He was so fucking in love, it hurt. The whole ‘love’ thing was new to him, like a foreign language one was just beginning to learn. Once he started feeling this strange emotion, it was like he became a whole new person. In his eyes, he saw himself as a better, new and improved version of himself.

Caliban always thought love to be a weakness, that he didn’t need it or that he felt it wasn’t worth his time. But with you, it was different. It felt different. Because of you, he was in love. Happily so, might I add. The two of you have only been dating for a little less than a year, but unholy Satan, it felt like decades had passed. It was like the two of you knew each other for centuries.

In all honesty, Caliban thought he would’ve been alone for all of eternity, which at the time, he was perfectly content with the thought of that. At least, before you – he was used to bringing whores to his bed chambers every night. Whilst he enjoyed himself most of the time, when he grew bored and had no more desire for said whore any longer – he’d either toss them aside, or kill them.

Although, now was different... All because of you. Speaking of you, Caliban had just finished ordering one of his most trusted followers to bring you to his chambers – and shall there be even a single scratch on you, he’d tear them apart limb by limb and watch with glee as their souls burned in the pits of Hell. “My Lord, as you requested, here is Lady –“

“Yes, yes – Beelzebub, you may go. Now.” Caliban commanded carelessly, looking up to see you stepping around Beelzebub cautiously, your eyes lighting up at the sight of him. Caliban smirked, standing up from the leather chair he was resting on, tossing the book he was reading aside and rushing towards you, wrapping you in his strong arms. Beelzebub bowed respectfully, but not before throwing you a disgusted look on his way out, the large wooden doors slamming shut behind him.

“Caliban,” you greeted, your heartbeat starting to race. You felt like a lovesick fool. “I – I can’t believe..why d-did you...?” you stuttered, craning your neck back to look up at the handsome Prince. “I can’t believe you sent one of the Plague Kings to come and get me,” you gasped, sounding like you were trying to keep that information strictly a secret. “You know I’m not supposed to be down here and what if –“

Caliban smiled down at you, quickly silencing your worried ramblings as he bent his knees down slightly to press his lips against yours, both of his hands reaching up to cup your face, your lips meeting in a frenzied, passionate kiss. You practically whimpered into the kiss, parting your lips as you felt your boyfriends tongue run across your bottom lip, knowing what he sought out for. Once your lips parted, Caliban wasted no time in slipping his warm tongue inside of your mouth, tasting you and groaning at how sweet you tasted, both of his thumbs lovingly stroking each of your warmed cheeks as he kissed you senseless.

“I missed you,” Caliban groaned into the kiss roughly, suggestively grinding his hips into your pelvis. You giggled in response, running your tongue along his, your teeth slightly clashing together with his, but neither of you cared enough to stop. You two could never get enough of each other – ever.

Your hands ran up to tangle themselves into his dirty blond hair, digging your fingernails into his scalp, causing him to hiss in pleasure. “I missed you more,” you breathed, before opening your mouth wider for him, feeling Caliban’s tongue run over the roof of your mouth. Next, he started slowly sucking on your tongue, swirling your tongue around with his, almost choking you in the process with how long his tongue was, but you didn’t care. If you had it your way, you’d never stop kissing him. Fuck, he tasted amazing... like spearmint gum and some sort of sugary sweet, he tasted delicious.

Then, Caliban began to run both of his warm hands down your sides, gripping and squeezing and touching and – fuck. He was so amazing and perfect. You loved him so much, he drove you absolutely mental sometimes. His hands were so big and strong and you were so obsessed with them when they were caressing you, you swear the feeling of his skin on yours was pure euphoria.

“My Lady,” Caliban murmured, trailing his lips to the corner of your mouth, then to your cheek, kissing it tenderly. “My Lady, my lady, my lady...” Caliban praised, causing your stomach to erupt in butterflies and your pussy to start gushing uncontrollably, knowing how much it drove you wild when he called you his lady, like you were royalty. Which, in his eyes, you were. You were his, always.

Caliban’s lips moved down to your neck, kissing the skin underneath your ear so gently that it barely felt like he was doing anything, while his hands were now firmly massaging and gripping your ass through your tight jeans. “Caliban,” you sighed, growing frustrated, your pussy now starting to clench down on nothing but thin air. You wanted him, you wanted him so badly you thought you’d snap any second.

It’s been days since he last visited you in your bedroom in the Mortal realm, and he fucked you so good and hard that night that the next day, you could barely walk. That night he was absolutely feral, he wasted no time in fucking your brains out, and you could’ve sworn you felt his cock in your guts as he pounded into you from behind that night. Although, that goes without saying that hours before, he was a complete tease. Eating you out for hours without letting you cum, which made you annoyed and crazy and you really thought you’d start crying hysterically if he didn’t quit his teasing then. Luckily – for the both of you – he did, and he – of course – slowly and sensually slid his cock deep inside of you, before fucking you like a good little slut.

Caliban loved you, there was no denying it. He’d do just about anything for you if you asked him, and he could be so sweet and charming, and most of the time so cruel, just the way you liked him to be. But praise Satan, he knew how to fuck you just right, like when to be soft and gentle and affectionate, with a dark twist of being rough and quick and downright sinful. You swore it was a talent only he possessed, which wouldn’t be a total shock since he did live in and helped rule Hell sometimes.

“My Lady,” Caliban sighed, grabbing your attention as you came back down to – well, Hell – and looked back up at him, snapping out of your sexual daydream. “Hmmm?” you questioned, batting your eyelashes up at the scowling Prince. Fuck, he was so pretty. The Prince of Hell smirked down at you, reaching one hand up to gently grasp your chin with long fingers, holding it as he examined your pretty face up closely and rubbed his calloused thumb over your swollen, bottom lip.

“Was my angel daydreaming again?” he chastised, his tone sickly sweet, as if he were talking to a five year old girl. You were always so fucking cute, playing dumb and naïve, but he knew you knew better. And oh, oh – he was teasing you, the bastard. Two can play that game. As expected though, your plans always seemed to backfire on you as you unconsciously started to rub your clothed thighs together desperately, knowing what was about to come.

Fuck the consequences.

So, you played along, praying that he would have mercy on you tonight. “No, my Lord, I’d never disobey –“ Caliban snorted, cutting you off completely as you amused him at your failure of attempting to lie to him. Him, of all people. Caliban chuckled, shaking his head fondly and kissing your lips once more, making you respond instantly as you stood on the tips of your toes, kissing him back eagerly. Your arms reached up to wrap themselves around his neck once more, pulling him so close that both your chests were pressed so tightly together, your hearts beating against one another’s as one.

Before speaking, Caliban wrapped you tightly in his arms, interlocking his fingers together behind your back, resting his interlocked hands right above your ass. “My Lady, I thought you learned your lesson the other night,” Caliban spoke in false kindness, leaning down to lightly drag his tongue along the shell of your ear. You hummed quietly, tilting your head slightly to give your boyfriend more access, feeling excitement flow throughout your body. Or, were you just a horny little slut, like your boyfriend said you were?

Caliban paused, taking in a short breath, feeling his cock harden almost unbearably at the thought of punishing you again, just like a couple of nights ago. “Bad girls don’t get to cum unless they tell the truth. And you, my lady – have sinned.”

fin

#chilling adventures of sabrina #caos #caos part 4 #caos caliban x reader #caliban x reader #caliban x female reader #caliban caos #prince of hell #prince caliban #demon prince #caliban #satanism #my writing #userluna

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the-perfect-two · 3 years

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A red wedding

I found the one. It's Caliban.

#Caliban #Sabrina #Sabrina spellman #Caos #chilling adventures of sabrina #Calbrina #Prince of hell #Queen of hell #CAOS PART4

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rax-writes · 3 years

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Enchanted - Part II

Fandom: The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina Pairing: Caliban x Reader Warnings: Violence, death + resurrection Notes: Part I ♥ Here’s part two! Hope you all like it!

Your relationship with Caliban did not remain a secret for long. Your sister was the first to know.

As you jogged over to her at the carnival the following weekend, you said, “Sister, I have good news and bad news. The good news is that I know how the Plague Kings’ plan to overthrow you. They’ll be keeping an eye on you for any missteps, and once given probable cause, they will force you and Caliban to embark on a quest to retrieve the Unholy Regalia.”

She was visibly stunned, and understandably so. “That’s great! But how did you find all that out?”

“That would be the bad news.”

As if on cue, Caliban then materialized, and wrapped an arm around your waist – which was immediately noticed by Sabrina.

“What did you rope my sister into?” she snarled at Caliban, but you held up a hand to silence them both before the bickering began.

“Caliban came to me and stated that he wished to court me. I first tried to convince him to end the coup in exchange for courtship, but he explained that even if he wanted to, he is unable to stop the Kings. So, instead, the exchange became useful information for courtship.”

“Mhmm,” Sabrina mused disbelievingly, glaring at the man at your side. “And for how long does she have to date you?”

“The only requirement to fulfill our agreement is a single date, hence our presence at this mortal affair,” Caliban answered, then smiled warmly at you. “After that, the status of our courtship is up to my lady.”

“Oh. Well, that’s not so bad,” Sabrina muttered, then shrugged as she turned to you. “At least you can get this night over with and never have to see him again.”

“In all honesty… I am not entirely opposed to seeing him again,” you admitted hesitantly, and Sabrina’s jaw dropped slightly as her brows furrowed in agitation. “Oh, don’t look at me like that, Sister. For Satan’s sake, have you seen him? He’s more than a little easy on the eyes.”

Caliban chuckled, both at your compliment and your sister’s obvious annoyance. “Come, little dove. Let us explore this fanciful event.”

Though the evening had been a delight, and you enjoyed your time with your date, you couldn’t help but notice that Caliban seemed slightly on edge all night. After the sun had gone down, and you’d surveyed the majority of the carnival, Caliban requested to take you to dinner in a nice restaurant. You agreed, and he thoroughly surprised you by taking you to a quiet, romantic rooftop restaurant in Italy, having remembered you stating that Italian was your favorite food. It was the following morning before you realized that he’d been sensing the impending danger of Herod’s attack. Coincidentally, he had disappeared for a short while during dinner, and although he’d claimed to have gone to the restroom, you learned from Sabrina the following morning that he’d actually returned to Greendale to collect King Herod's crown.

Naturally, the two of you had bickered about him cheating your sister the next time you were together, but his soft lips and skilled hands had done wonders to dissipate your anger. Although you refused to admit it, you were positively hooked from thereon out.

You told yourself that you continued the dates and the trysts simply because it was merely an enjoyable pastime. But in truth, it was because you were slowly falling for the prince. Knowing it was a mistake due to his allegiance to Hell, and his position as the enemy of your sister, created a forbidden nature to the romance, and it only made you crave him more.

Little did you know, Caliban felt the same for you. Your smile set his soul aflame, and your laughter made his chest tighten with affection. The sight of your hair fanned across your pillow, mouth slightly agape in pleasure, was not one he would ever grow tired of. He had fallen well and truly in love with you.

This information was kept secret from one another, because both of you were scared to admit such a thing and risk scaring the other away.

It wasn’t long after your mutual realizations that he met your aunts and Ambrose. Although they were all pleased to have met the object of your affection, and they remained civil with him, it was evident that each member of your family distrusted him, and questioned his intentions with you.

Their distrust turned out to be short-lived.

Immediately following your coven’s Hare Moon celebration, one of the Pagans had developed a very intense dislike for you. All it took was for her to sense that you were a very powerful member of your kind – that is, until your powers faded – and she, being a harpy, notorious for their insatiable hunger and lust for torture, had decided that she would feast upon your witch flesh as her next meal.

It was that evening when she appeared. You had been relaxing on the front porch of the Spellman Mortuary, and at first, you thought she was merely a mortal woman – then her wings spread out from behind her as her glamour faded, bird-like legs sprouted from her torso, and her face became hideous, decayed and rotting. You had instinctively tried to run, but it was futile. After all, harpies were originally thought to be the personification of wind, so it was unsurprising that you were in her clutches before you even made it to the door.

The harpy’s sharp talons dug into your shoulders, and you screamed for help as she launched you into the yard. You fell flat on your back, which knocked the wind out of you, and she was on you again in the blink of an eye. As you felt the most impossibly intense, agonizing pain across your abdomen, you screamed again as you glanced down and realized she had torn you open. She began feasting on your flesh and organs, blood dripping from her claws as she ravaged you.

You were vaguely aware of a horrified scream from Sabrina somewhere behind you. She had just swung open the front door of the Spellman household to see the ghastly scene before her, Aunt Zelda, Aunt Hilda, and Ambrose right behind her. With a roar of pure rage, Ambrose charged at the harpy with his blade drawn, which drew her away from you. Sabrina and Hilda then kneeled beside you, the former with tears in her eyes and a terrified look on her face as she held your hand, and the latter clearly trying to hide her panic as she unsuccessfully attempted to heal you. But your injuries were far too extensive, and your loved ones’ magick was far too weak.

The unmistakable sound of a gunshot pierced through the night air, and you weakly turned your head to see Aunt Zelda holding a shotgun, Ambrose a few feet from your attacker, and the harpy lying dead on the ground. The two then ran over to you, both dropping to their knees at your side, their faces just as solemn and fearful as Sabrina and Aunt Hilda.

It was then, looking upon the panic-stricken faces of your family, that you knew you were going to die.

Darkness began to cloud your vision, and you vaguely heard your sister sobbing, and aunts and cousin begging you to stay conscious, giving you empty promises that they would find a way to fix this, and that everything would be alright. In the midst of all their hysterics, it seemed an idea donned on Sabrina.

“Caliban!” she screamed desperately into the night, her voice breaking from the force as she put behind it.

He appeared instantly, the usual vortex of flames escorting him onto the scene. He opened his mouth, no doubt to make a smug retort to Sabrina’s unceremonious summoning, before his eyes fell on you.

“No,” Caliban whispered in disbelief, still frozen on the spot. Blood poured from your abdomen, and the sight of you torn open and half-dead filled him with a sense of gripping terror and worry he had never before experienced. He ran over to you, skidding to a stop on his knees and gently cradling your head in his hands.

“Do something!” Sabrina begged, a sob raking her body. Caliban panicked for a split second, then a solution came to him. It was a last ditch effort kind of plan, but seeing as your eyes had already drifted shut, and your body was growing colder by the second, he knew that he must do something that would absolutely ensure your survival.

“With a desperate heart and no time to waste, I call upon all three Fates!”

In a cloud of smoke, three hooded figures appeared. Each had clouded eyes, long white hair, and greenish-gray, wrinkled skin.

“Fates, I beseech you to save this woman’s life,” Caliban pleaded.

“In exchange for our aid, you must give up the fate you have been pursuing so fiercely.” The Fates spoke in unison, their voices raspy and eerie. “You must cease your pursuit of the throne of Hell, and no longer seek to make Earth the tenth circle.”

“I shall. Here and now, I end my quest to become King of Hell, and remake the Earth as the tenth circle,” Caliban vowed. The lack of hesitation and conviction in his voice astounded each of the Spellman’s, although that was but a minor thought in the back of their minds at the moment. “Just save the woman I love, please.”

The Fates disappeared without another word in another cloud of smoke, at the same moment that a ragged, desperate gasp tore from your lips. The Spellman’s and Caliban all snapped their eyes back down to you. The fatal wound had been healed, and even your clothing was fixed. You sat bolt upright, as if you’d just been necromanced back to life – and, technically, you had. As you looked around at your loved ones, the realization that you were alive and safe sunk in, and you immediately began to cry.

“I saw Dad. I saw him,” you sobbed pitifully, and your family took you into their arms. You despised how weak you sounded, but seeing your father was something you were entirely unprepared for. Caliban rubbed his palm up and down your back, not wanting to interfere with your familial embrace. Still crying into Auntie Zee’s chest, you explained, “I died. I died and Dad was there waiting for me. He hugged me and told me that he was happy to see me, but it wasn’t my time yet.”

It was several minutes before you were able to compose yourself, although you supposed that was somewhat to be expected for someone who had just died then came back to life. After your aunts wiped your tears, you turned around to look at Caliban.

“I know you had something to do with this. We’re all powerless right now, so that is the only explanation,” you whispered. “What did you do?”

Caliban hesitated a moment, so Ambrose answered for him.

“He called upon the Fates. They demanded that he give up the fate he has been pursuing, in order to save you. So, he vowed to give up the throne of Hell, and said it was to save the woman he loves.”

You looked slowly from Ambrose back to Caliban. He appeared slightly perturbed that Ambrose revealed what he’d said in that moment of fear-fueled vulnerability, but didn’t bother to deny it.

“Caliban… is that true?”

“As I’ve told you before: anything for you,” Caliban answered, giving you a soft smile. You threw your arms around his neck, and he immediately wrapped his around your waist.

“I love you,” you murmured, your face buried in his neck. Caliban held you tightly and pressed a kiss to your temple.

“And I love you, little dove.”

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frost-queen · 3 months

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May I please request for prince caliban from caos x female reader

Reader has been kidnapped by hell and is being tortured for information about the spellmans or smth idk what, no one knows she's missing and she's been trapped for a long time. Eventually caliban gets assigned to her and has to torture her until she reveals the info which he gladly does at first because he's prince of hell but after a while he starts to like her and feel sorry for her and he can't hurt her anymore and so being prince of the place he decides he has authority to release her and so he returns her to her friends, maybe during the escape he gets injured and she helps him and it just breaks him that she can still be kind even to him

Oh such an interesting idea! Soft boy Caliban is beyond this world. Looks like could kill you but is actually a cinnamonroll hahah

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torturedpoetskywalker · 1 year

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the only heaven I'll be sent to is when I'm alone with you

read on AO3

143 wc, Chilling Adventures of Sabrina (2018), Caliban/Sabrina Spellman/Prudence Night, Polyamorous Relationship, T-rating, Pre-Season 4, for @polyamships, part 2 of Multiamory March 2023

Summary: There's some advantages on dating the Rulers of Hell. Prudence could go there anytime she wanted, and if Sabrina Morningstar asked she would never leave.

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princessofcaliban · 2 years

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#sam corlett #red carpet #vikings valhalla #vikings: valhalla cast #caos #caos cast #prince caliban #caliban #caliban the prince of hell #cute boys #australian boy #blond boy #caosedit #sam corlett imagine #australian #blonde boy

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ladyofriverrun · 3 years

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Why have you summoned me here, Lilith?

#michelle gomez #sam corlett #catch me crying floods of tears over how broken in grief lilith is #queen lilith #caos lilith #madam satan #prince caliban #caos #caos part 4 #4x06 #caosedit #caos edit #caos gif #caosgif #the chilling adventures of sabrina #chilling adventures of sabrina #caossource

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laurlovez · 3 years

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it still physically pains me sabrina morningstar was the one sent to the endless

if spellman had gone instead, we could have had the episode parallel of the CENTURY with sabrina morningstar and caliban teaming up with the fright club to take down satanic panic in 4.06, just like they helped with the pygmalion spell in 3.06

but no. but NO.

#i’m so bitter #can yall imagine hellbrina singing and winking at him #and hellbrina could tell her mortal friends the truth about the two sabrinas!!!!#caliban finally getting along with the fright club please i��m so bitter #roberto really missed all the opportunities #calbrina #calbrina endgame #sabrina morningstar #sabrina spellman #prince caliban #caliban and sabrina #caos headcanons #caos part three #chilling adventures of sabrina edit #chilling adventures of sabrina #chilling adventures of sabrina theory #caos #caos netflix #caos part four

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calibancangetit · 4 years

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Love Blooms in Hell (Caliban Imagine)

Summary: When fate, or a certain warlock, force a mortal into Hell, she will be forced to team up with a complete stranger to survive.

Warnings: Extreme Violence, kidnapping

Note: You all have been so supportive of my Caliban series, I thought it was only right to give you this. Thank you so much!!! Happy Valentines Day 💝

You pulled on your chains frantically as you heard his footsteps come closer to where you were being held. Your knuckles became sore from the pressure you put on the chains, and to make matters worse, the chains didn’t move an inch. The creaking of the floorboards outside your door only heightened your anxiety as you gave up on the chains and searched for a weapon of some kind.

How long had you been down here? How did he find you, and what did he want?

He never explicitly told you. He only ever gave you his name. Other than that, all you know is that you were walking home from Baxter High and then suddenly you were trapped here. This room was dark and cold, and you were most definitely starving. Your captor mockingly knocked on your door. Your body started to shake as you watched the doorknob twist open.

“Hello, Darling! It’s time to shine,”

You whimpered at the sound of Dorian Gray’s voice. He always spoke to you in an over enthused tone, and on any other day you’d be annoyed. Today, you were only scared. Perhaps you were weak? Perhaps you were being pitiful? You didn’t care; you just wanted to go home.

He gave you a sadistic smile as he pulled on your chains harshly. Your body sprung forward by his sheer strength before he began dragging you across the floor. You kicked, screamed, and begged, but you could tell he was dead set on whatever his agenda was.

“I truly apologize.” he grunted as he struggled to pull you. “I normally don’t use mortals for this, but I’m running low on witches.”

What the hell did he mean by witches. You were dealing with a real lunatic, and you definitely did not have enough crime show experience under your belt to know how to deal with him. You cried out as the handcuffs tore into your wrists.

“You we’re, I’m afraid, just too easy to pass up. You basically fell right into my lap,”

You sobbed as you tried ignore the burning in your wrists and pulled back. Unfortunately after several minutes of being tug a war with your wrists and being tossed around like a rag doll, Dorian finally threw you in front of a series of horrific paintings that gave you absolute chills. You shuddered and used your last ounce of will to fight to attempt to crawl away, but Dorian only pulled you up by your hair and forced your eyes to meet his. You gasped at the look on his face. His eyes were glazed with anger and desperation with the most unsettling frown you had ever seen.

“This is how this’ll go. If you ever want to come back and see your family again, you will do exactly as I say without error.” Hot tears poured out of your eyes as you nodded your head in reluctant agreement.

He chuckled; he was clearly pleased with your cooperation. He slowly unchained your wrists then kissed the raw skin of each. You almost gagged at the feel of his chapped lips on you.

“You will walk into that painting and retrieve a special flower from the Forest of Torment once you go through it. It’ll be the only flower there. Then, you will recite these words to get back.” He said as he pushed a paper into your hand.

You looked between him and the paper repeatedly before slapping him across the face without a second thought. The force of your hit made his head turn, but he quickly recovered.

“You kidnapped me for a fucking flower! You want me to jump into a piece of paper. You’re psychotic!” You shouted.

You didn’t realize his fist was coming straight for your face until it was too late. Your body tumbled to the ground as you weeped on the floor. Dorian rolled his eyes as he roughly grabbed your forearm and yanked you closer to the painting.

“The spell will only work if you have the flower-“

“Please, I swear to God-“

“God?” He asked as he stopped in his tracks to cackle in your face. “There is no God where you’re going.”

He suddenly launched you into the painting in front of you. You expected to collide headfirst into the wall behind it but instead you crashed right into freezing cold water. Your body thrashed around from the intense force of the waves. You only had a few seconds of air from when you entered the painting, and the temperature of the water made you want to gasp for more. Your lungs burned as they tried to keep the remaining oxygen you were holding inside your lungs. As you felt that air leave your body, a final wave had you tumbling onto dry land. You hacked up as much water from your lungs as you could before crawling out of the shallow water.

Holding yourself up by your elbows as you tried to regain your breath, you looked around to gather your bearings. You were at a beach? Loud groans caught your attention, and when you turned around on your back towards the ocean to locate the source, you found the eyes of dozens of people in cages staring right at you. You wailed at the sight and clumsily ran up the beach in tears before bumping into a large mound of sand. The collision had you stumbling backwards into a pair of arms, which greatly influenced your decision to thrash around like a maniac in that same person’s arms.

“W-Would you just calm down?” A voice struggled to say before letting you go.

You turned around to come face to face with a very attractive man. A shirt was lazily thrown over his shoulders, exposing his chest and abs, and his loose curls were swaying in the breeze. You waited a minute to catch your breath from your earlier struggle and he let you.

“What’s a mortal like you doing in Hell anyway?” He asked as he observed your figure carefully.

“What do you mean Hell? You know what, nevermind, I need your help,”

He crossed his arms and nodded his head for you to continue.

“I-I don’t know where I am or what this place is. He pushed me through a freaking painting, and he needs me to get a flower or something. I know this sounds absolutely insane, but you’ve got to believe-”

Caliban could sense an impending anxiety attack, and to be frank, he was not in the mood to deal with it.

“I do, but who told you to do this?”

“Dorian Gray! He kidnapped me, and he said I couldn’t go back until I got him a stupid flower and recited this,” you said handing him the paper.

Caliban read it quickly, noticing that it was a spell in Latin. He could obviously tell that you had no idea what the paper said because of the glaring trick within the words. He chuckled at your naïveté before handing the paper back to you. You gave him a baffled look as he walked back to his castle.

“That spell will ONLY bring the flower back not you. He tricked you, princess.”

“What?” You mumbled as you tried to decipher the spell yourself.

Caliban only shrugged and made his way back to his castle. You, however fell to your knees in despair.

A spell? Like as in witchcraft. Did a spell get me through that painting? Does that mean this truly is Hell, and you are stuck here!

You turned around to face the guy from earlier, but he was too focused on his build. Caliban, of course noticed you watching him, but he gave no sign of this to you.

You had no idea where to go or what to do, but if this is Hell and this guy had the balls to build a fucking sandcastle here, then it would probably be better for you to stick with him.

“It needs a moat,” you suggested.

Caliban quirked an eyebrow at your unprovoked advice. You didn’t look at him. Your eyes were too focused on the small windows Caliban was creating. A hint of a smile ghosted his lips as he admired you silently.

“What’s your name?”

“(Y/N).”

—

A month had passed since your arrival to Hell. There was no agreement or deal of any kind, but Caliban had decided to take you under his wing. You, of course, had no problem with that. After Caliban confirmed that this was Hell, you knew there was no way you could survive alone.

While Caliban would never admit it, he honestly enjoyed your company. You were a really sweet and innocent soul when you weren’t angry or upset. You never complained, and you helped Caliban with anything you were capable of helping with. Your humor matched his perfectly, and he lived for making you blush. He was very pleased with the way you two complimented each other just right.

That was also his major issue, though. Caliban saw the overwhelming sadness in your eyes, and he listened to every rant you had about Dorian. He even saw the tears that fell whenever you thought of Greendale. He felt extremely guilty. He could have teleported you back home whenever he wanted to, but he wouldn’t. He just couldn’t let you go. However, Hell was no place for a mortal, and reality would soon hit Caliban in the face because of that fact.

You kneeled behind Caliban as you braided pieces of his hair together. He was, as per usual, building up his sandcastle while you mindlessly conversed with him. Caliban’s heart always swelled when you and him shared moments like this. They were moments where you and him just forgot about the torment and the suffering around you. It was the only place in Hell where love still bloomed.

“Caliban, do you ever plan on actually finishing this damn castle.” You asked as you stopped playing with his hair.

He mentally cursed at the loss of contact between the two of you but recovered smoothly.

“It would go by faster if you would help,” he sassed back at you.

You rolled your eyes and sat down beside him to admire the way his hands molded the sand. You knew of your feelings for Caliban for a while now due to the way your heart beated faster around him and how you seemed to stutter more than normal. You never acknowledged it or brought it up. It was better just to ignore it, right? How could he ever feel the same way about you.

“In case you forgot, I broke half the castle last time I tried to help.”

Caliban laughed at the memory. You were extremely upset and frantic when it happened, but he just enjoyed the sight of you trying to fix the mess. You were beautiful.

“Here.” Caliban grabbed your hand lightly and placed it on the bumpiest side of the castle.

Your face flushed at the feeling of his thumb slightly caressing your hand as he demonstrated the best technique to smooth out the wall. He let you do it on your own for a while as he watched you. You didn’t realize how close he was getting to you into you finally had the courage to look at him. He was staring at your lips. You thought you were hallucinating, but no he was definitely staring at your lips. You bit your lip in embarrassment, but Caliban’s sharp intake of breath signaled to you that was a major turn on. You blushed at the thought and looked away to hide it. His hand slowly creeped up behind your neck to bring your face closer to his. Your lips were so close to touching when a low laugh caught both of your attention.

Caliban’s eyes widened in horror at the sight of the Plague Kings in front of him. Caliban quickly sprung to his feet and pulled you behind him. It was too late; they saw you.

“A mortal, Caliban? I thought you were above this,” one of the kings commented.

Caliban’s breathing hurried from the fear of what would come next. Your hands made their way on his back to try to ease his anxiety, but it didn’t work. You didn’t know what they would do to you, but he definitely did. He’s seen it.

“Imagine the prince of Hell with his mortal whore,” the other king sneered, “it cannot be,”

You snapped your hands away from him when you heard the title. Prince of Hell?

“Kill her,”

At once the three kings rushed forward, but Caliban was already a step ahead. He pushed you to the ground and uttered some nonsensical words when a ring of fire suddenly surrounded you. When the fire dissipated, you were alone in Baxter High’s library.

When your breathing finally calmed, you tried to make sense of what had just happened. Caliban brought you back. He saved you. Before your thoughts could sink further a smaller fire started in front of you, and just like last time it stopped after a couple of seconds. In its place, a piece of paper lay flat on the floor. Scrawled in messy handwriting were the words, “I’m sorry”. You pondered of the meaning of the note when you realized something.

He could have sent you home the entire time?

He forced you to stay there. Hatred quickly replaced all feelings you once had for Caliban and just when you were about to scream in anger. The doors to the library slowly opened, revealing your best friend.

“(Y/N)!”

“Theo?”

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