#caliban insert

[davidlikesguys02]

Sleeping With The Enemy

Word count: 1,036

Waning: 18+, gay blowjob giving and receiving, 69, cum swallowing, breeding kink.

M/n: male name

E/c: eye color

GIF not mine

Kinktober 2022

You walk into your fathers throne room, and begin to walk around. You can faintly hear the screams from the people that were getting tortured, you look at the golden hand throne. You begin to walk over to it but before you could take a seat someone walks in “you know that trone will be mine one day”

You turn around and are met with a handsome man “and you are?” “I’m Caliban” “you’re the one who's trying to take my sisters throne” he smiles “guilty” “what do you want” “nothing just came to admire the view” you roll your eyes and begin to walk away.

But before you could walk past Caliban he grabs your arm “you know you want it” “why do you care” “marry me and I’ll give it to you and we can rule earth and hell together” you look up at him and look into his brown eyes “I don’t want to rule earth” he leans in “then we will just rule hell together”

“I don’t want it, but let me ask you something” you lean closer towards him you could feel his warm breath hitting your face “what do you want Caliban?, do you really want to be king or are you looking for something else?” You lay your hand on his chest.

He looks into your E/c eyes and connects your lips together, after a few seconds he pulls away “in time you will realize that you do want it” he picks you up and guides you towards one of the rooms in the castle. He pushes the door open and lets you down, you look around the room and notice the expensive looking bed sheets.

You walk over to the bed and feel the soft silk, you can also feel the warmth radiating from the walls. You feel as hands come around and wrap around your waist, Caliban begins to undress you slowly removing each piece of clothing from your body.

You feel vulnerable as you stand naked in the room “You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen” he turns you around and you feel as he begins to knead you ass with his hands and pulls you closer towards him. You feel as one of his fingers begins to enter you slowly, you let out a low moan as his fingers begin to explore

After a few minutes he adds another finger, you feel as he hits your prostate with his finger. You dig your nails into his arm “mhm” he removes his fingers from your hole and you let out a small wine “lay on the bed” you get in the bed and watch as he begins to remove his clothes.

He crawls on top of you and leans in to kiss you, you feel as your cocks rub together and you moan into each other's mouths. He pulls away from the kiss, he changes positions and your face to face with his cock. You also feel as he takes your cock into his mouth.

You moan and Caliban inserts his length into your mouth, you grab his ass and push him further down into your mouth. You bring one of your legs and throw it over his head and begin to sink his mouth on your cock, you feel as your eyes roll to the back of your head from the pleasure he was giving you.

You take his cock out of your mouth “ahh Caliban” “I know it feels amazing” he goes back down on your cock and you feel as you cum in his mouth “mhm” Caliban swallows most of the cum. You begin to catch your breath, “come here”

He flips your body and you feel as he sinks your face into the bed, you feel as his cock begins to slowly enter you. He lays the weight of his body on your back and leans in to whisper in your ear “you want my kids?” You nod into the bed. “Y-yes I want to have your kids Caliban”

He begins to thrust into you hard and you can hear as the bed begins to creak, you grip the bed sheets tightly and watch as your knuckles begin to turn white. You close your eyes from the pleasure and you feel as Caliban grips your hand, “you would look so beautiful with my baby’s in your tummy”

“Mmhm” you smile at the idea of you having Caliban's kids, you know it’s impossible but just the idea of him getting you pregnant turned the both of you on. After a few more thrust you feel as his thrust become slopper, you know he’s close and he knows it too.

All of the sudden his thrust come to a complete stop “don’t wanna cum just yet” he removes his cock from your abused hole and lays next to you, you turn to look at him you watch as his chest falls and rises. You slowly get up and get on top of Caliban.

You align his cock with your hole and sink down, you watch as his face scrunches up in pleasure. You begin to roll your hips and watch as he throws his bed back moaning, he grips your hips and guides your movements on his cock “you are doing so good”

You decide to pick up the speed, and feel as he grips your hips tighter “if you keep this up you’ll make me cum” you lean down and kiss him. He begins to thrust into and pushing your body forward, you lay your hand on the head board as the two of you kiss.

You moan into his mouth as you cum for a second time, you pull away from the kiss just in time to watch as he arches his back cumming deep inside of you, he delivers some final thrust. “You did so good” he removes his cock from your hole and uses one of his fingers to push his cum further into your hole.

“Mhm Caliban” you fall next to him. “Will you marry me?” “Y..yes” you lean closer towards him and feel as his strong arms engulf you in a protective hug.

[comicaurora]

Heyyyy wait a minute... Can one drawn any parallels between Caliban god of the ignans, and a certain monster from Shakespeare's the Tempest who shares his name??? Red, Are you inserting text to text allusions to get us the audience to infer a connection?

if I recall correctly, the naming process for Caliban was "and this is the god of the Ignans, Calcifer, who - wait shit that's from howl's moving castle isn't it, okay what's close but not that"

[dailyanarchistposts]

Footnotes

[1] See implantation of NFC chips in people in Sweden. https://www.npr.org/2018/10/22/658808705/thousands-of-swedes-are-inserting-microchips-under-their-skin?t=1570529276200.

[2] See Journey Towards The Abyss- Scattered Reflections on the Techno World for a critique of nano-technologies being developed for this purpose or the recent development of Metal 'Trees' in Ireland for the same purpose: https://oilprice.com/Latest-Energy-News/World-News/Metal-Trees-Suck-Up-CO2-From-Air.html as examples

[3] Zoo's and research facilities in China developed this technique which has now been used in dozens of cases. https://www.nationalgeographic.com.au/animals/panda-porn-and-other-desperate-measures-to-get-rare-species-to-mate.aspx

[4] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suicide_legislation

[5] See Dean Spade: 'Normal Life: Administrative Violence, Critical Trans Politics, and the Limits of Law' for a comprehensive critique of these trajectories or the United Kingdoms Section 5 of the Public Order Offenses Act as concrete example.

[6] See Silvia Federici: Caliban and the Witch.

[7] See Saidiya Hartman: In the Belly of the World: A note on Black Women’s Labor

[9] An endangered species of insect

[10] Nasa for example, produced a paper in 2016 outlining a possible strategy for the colonization of Mars https://www.popularmechanics.com/space/moon-mars/a21330/nasa-wants-martian-resources-for-martian-colony/

[11] This trajectory is most exemplified (though not limited to) by the group 'Extinction Rebellion'

[12] Such prophets of the Eco Fascist 'Left' as David Attenboroughs who proposed ending food aid to the African Continent as a way to tackle 'overpopulation' and the discourses around 'overpopulation' in general unmask the potential directions off this trajectory. https://www.independent.co.uk/voices/comment/sorry-sir-david-attenborough-this-isn-t-the-way-to-tackle-over-population-8824385.html

[13] Although most of the current documents around outer space extractivism currently solicit the use of machines, one only has to look at the disproportionate distribution of current extraction projects requiring human labor in the 'global south' to see who will likely be drafted for off world projects and who will benefit from them. An interesting NASA solicitation from 2017 can be seen here: https://www.nasa.gov/feature/nasa-seeks-commercial-solutions-to-harvest-space-resources

[14] The 'Death Drive' is a conceptual framework first proposed by Lee Edelman in the text 'No Future' and later expanded upon in the journal Baedan vol I; it is the possibility contained within queerness to negate futurority and a negative, anti social turn against the future.

[narnianvalkyrieofberk]

New year, new me! ... Or at least continuing to try and build a me I like progressively more and more. Today's step? Starting to kill the part of me that fears being cringe by posting my @comicaurora self insert OCs even tho they're super self indulgent and occasionally lore-breaking (sometime because I misread/misremembered something from the lore page; sometimes because I use them in RPs and I like watching Erin lose his shit over something that makes no sense to him :P )

One of my earlier ones. Metalcaste because y'know. Wanting to be a cool metal lady like Tess. Ended up making an AU of the og version because the og version leaves Zuurith immediately after being released from prison and ended up being @nogenderonlyvoid's self insert's bodyguard. I wrote a ficlet that involved Icarus turning down Shrike's offer to take them to breakfast their first full day outside of prison, but Icarus turned her down and left Zuurith all together instead. Of course eventually I started wondering what if she took Shrike up on her offer and that's when the second version happened.

Can you tell I have a thing for wind-fire-lightning as a tri-element combo? :P

Oh hey, this one cursed out Caliban to his face. And for once we didn't do a wind-fire-lighting combo! Progress! Expanding to new horizons! :P

This one was a wind mage until I remembered that younger races don't do elemental magic. So she ended up obsessed with lacrima instead. Frequently mistaken for a freshman his entire time at the academy. Great way for me to vent my frustrations over how people responded to my baby face in college! May or may not have a starmetal dagger in their boot.

I keep doing AUs of this one. OG version was "adopted" alongside Tess and had to hide her full-leopard form because Galen was scared of it. Then did a version where The Ruunasers only knew about the leopard form and kept her as a pet until Falst enters the mix. And more recent AU has been "Snowspot" running away from the Ruunasers shortly before Tess sparks and running into Falst and chilling with him. Ruunaser twins (Erin and @nogenderonlyvoid's oc) don't find Falst's shifter buddy is Snowspot until Petrichor

Ah yes, nothing makes a possessed elemental magus trust you more than slapping a sealing cuff and ropes on him while he's passed out from fending off a primordial void dragon! In the Junior Champion's defense, they were badly injured from the battle and wanted to make sure the Void Dragon couldn't run away with his vessel while she trying to clean and bandage her wounds. Wrote a ficlet for this one that takes place shortly after he loses his status and his arm. Got to project my obsession with looking at the moon at night.

Narni Chaosbringer who I definitely did not forget to add until after initially posting :P ^^"" God of "everything fun" or "everything chaotic and destructive" depending on if you ask them or Zuurith :P Has one (1) emissary who is also an elemental magus because I reeeaaaally wanted to fuck with Erin.

[strawberrysunsets]

The Empty World (Ch. 5)

Donald Pierce x Reader

Status: Ongoing

Summary: Pierce and the Reavers are sent to capture a mutant with mysterious abilities. This chapter: Life with the other mutants provides a respite, before military forces arrive hunting for Laura.

Warnings: Violence, gore, injury, guns, knives, swearing.

Angst, slow burn, enemies to lovers, smut later on!:D

Author's Note: This chapter takes place during the events of Logan. I stayed pretty accurate to the scenes I took from the movie, but obviously Reader has been inserted into them!

P.S. I swear I swear the Reader/Pierce relationship is coming I'm just taking my sweet time getting there 😬

P. P. S. I've started school again, so I have less time to write, but will still try to release chapters regularly:)

Comments/reblogs/feedback mean the world to me!:)

Chapter 5: Allegiance

“Hand me that wrench?” You asked.

You were balancing precariously atop a step ladder, trying to work a rusted bolt from a socket in the factory wall. The plan was to attach the canvas covers which protected the space from the sun to a pulley-system, so that they could be retracted easily at night. It was one of the many small feats of engineering you'd created since joining Logan, Caliban, and Charles in the desert South of the border.

Caliban sat below you, repotting some plants on one of the factory’s wide counters. He handed the wrench up to you, then sat back down with a sigh.

“Some days I don’t know why Logan brought me here at all,” he grumbled. “I couldn't think of a worse place for a sun-averse mutant, save for, say, a boat on the ocean.”

You finally got the bolt loose, and pulled it from its socket, freeing up the space for the pulley.

“He can’t be serious about that,” you replied. “And if he is – well, we’ll find you a safe house before they set sail. Have you ever thought about going North? There are places in Canada where daylight lasts only a few hours, in the Winter.”

“I've gone North. The trouble is, I hate the cold,” Caliban replied.

You couldn’t help but laugh. But as you reached up to screw the pulley in place, a small static shock raced through your arm. You swore, dropping the screw to the ground below.

“Are you alright?” Caliban asked.

You clambered down the step ladder, and reached the ground.

“Shit,” you said, shaking out your hand. There was a vague buzzing sensation in your fingertips, and your skin felt slightly hotter than usual. You'd been trying to ignore it, but the sensation had been building all morning.

“Flare?” Caliban asked, eyeing you.

You nodded, and sighed, wiping your hands on your mechanic’s apron before grabbing a jug of water from the counter to take with you into the bunker.

“Remember what we talked about,” Caliban said, as you turned towards the doors leading to the factory’s rear. “3—4—5. Repeat the breathing exercise, and try to clear your mind. And remember – you’re safe!” He called.

“Roger that,” you replied, as you exited.

Caliban had been helping you for months, now. Since just after you’d arrived to the old factory. Helping you to slowly change the way you thought about your mutation – so that it wasn’t a curse, or something to hate, or fear – but something that you could make peace with, and even befriend. Something that, given time, you could learn to use, instead of having it use you.

It hadn’t been easy.

The gut-deep panic you’d grown accustomed to feeling was slow to dissipate, and the layers of pain it had caused you uncomfortable to peel away.

But you’d made progress.

You hadn’t been pulled back to the empty world since New York. And in the past few weeks, you’d even begun to feel like maybe – just maybe – if you reached out to the Ether, you might be able to harness its power.

You shut the heavy metal door of the bunker, and sighed as you crossed to lay on the cot in the  corner. The room had originally been used for some part of the factory’s processing, but now its lead-lined walls helped shield the energy of your flares from the sensors of anyone who happened to be watching for them.

Like Transigen.

Inhale for a count of three, you thought, resting your head back on the rough canvas and closing your eyes.

Hold for a count of four.

Exhale for a count of five.

You immediately started to feel calmer, the breathing exercise Caliban had taught you quickly working its magic. You felt the flare begin to fade. And now drowsiness weighted your eyelids, brought on by the coolness of the dark room, and the late night you and Caliban had had tending to Charles. He’d been having one of his episodes. Not a seizure; just pain. The mental anguish of not knowing where he was or who he was with, and being trapped within memories that were slowly decaying around him.  

You didn’t know when you fell asleep, but you woke to raised voices from somewhere outside the factory, and the slam of a car door.

Logan must be back.

***

You arrived outside into the bright sunlight, and shielded your eyes. You were feeling better, now – the flare having faded in the hazy hours you’d dozed off.  

To your surprise, Charles was already out in the yard, sitting in his wheelchair next to Logan, and a young girl with dark hair.

“What’s happening?” You asked, approaching them.

The girl immediately turned towards you, her eyes hard and suspicious.

“This is Laura,” Charles said, beckoning your forwards excitedly. “She’s a young mutant! She’s the one I’ve been communicating with.”

You gaped, staring from Charles to the girl.

 “Come in, Laura; you can come in!” He beckoned her towards the factory.

“Communicating, my ass,” Logan mumbled, turning to you. “We need to start packing. We’ve gotta leave.”

“What?” You exclaimed. “Why? Where’s Caliban?”

“Driving out to the wash,” Logan replied, following Charles and Laura inside. “Some guy came around. Ex-military. They’re looking for her.”

You stood for a moment, stunned, then jogged to follow Logan into the factory.

“Ex-military? Do you know who sent him?” You demanded, mind working furiously.  

Logan grunted. “Bad fucking news, that’s who. And they’ll be sending backup.”  

***

Logan moved around the room, shoving items into bags as you sat at the table with Charles and Laura. The girl had wolfed down two enormous bowls of corn flakes, and was now starting on a third as you watched in fascination.  

Charles was attempting to talk to her in broken Spanish, and you turned back to Logan, unsatisfied with the answers he’d provided you with so far.

“If she’s Gabriela’s daughter, then why are they looking for her?” You asked. “It doesn’t make sense. Just because she’s the first mutant born in 25 years?”

“Don’t know, don’t care,” Logan snapped back. “What matters is that they’re coming here – and they’re gonna find all of us in the process.” He scowled at Laura and Charles.

The girl – who couldn’t be more than ten, by your guess – scowled back at him, matching him glare for glare.

The walls of the factory rattled, as if another train were passing on the tracks beyond the dirt road.

“Just – un otro tren. Un choo-choo,” Charles said, trying to reassure Laura as she bolted upright. But Logan swore, striding to the window.

“It’s not a fucking choo-choo,” he replied.

He grabbed the bag he’d packed, and threw it into Charles’ lap before hurriedly wheeling the old man towards the door.

“Let’s go,” he grunted, as he passed you. “Now.”

You stared from his retreating back to Laura, still seated at the table.

“Logan – what about Laura?” You demanded.

“We’re leaving! She’s not our problem,” Logan replied over his shoulder. Charles protested as he was wheeled outside.

“We can’t just leave her!” You shouted after them.

“Come with us, or stay with her,” Logan replied, as he disappeared around the corner. “Your choice.”

You stared after him, aghast.

The sound of approaching vehicles was growing louder every second. They must have nearly reached the factory’s gate.  

Laura’s face had hardened throughout the exchange, making you think that she understood more English than she let on. But still, she sat stubbornly at the table, refusing to move.  

“Laura – come on,” you said, rounding the table towards her. “Ignore him. You came come with us – we’ll get you away from the people who are trying to find you.”

She glanced up at you, eyes wary. It seemed for a moment as if she was going to rise and follow you – but then the sound of cars arrived in the yard outside, followed by the sound of slamming doors and cocking weapons.

“Shit!” You swore, running to the window.

Through the grimy glass, you made out Logan’s silhouette, where he stood beside the limousine. He was surrounded by armed men. It looked like Charles was already in the back of the limousine. A moment passed, and words were exchanged – before Logan unsheathed his claws, and the knot of people descended into chaos. The scuffle was short and brutal, and Logan disappeared from view.

You stepped back from the window, breathing hard. “Laura, we have to get out of here. I have my motorcycle in the back – we can take that.”

If the transmition isn’t acting up, you thought. If only you’d finished repairing it sooner.

But the girl didn’t move from the table, simply taking another measured bite of her corn flakes. You followed her gaze. She was watching the security feed of the front entrance. A line of burly men were walking up to the door. At the same time, you heard as the door to the compound was wrenched open.

Laura didn’t move from the table.

You dodged behind a wall, hiding in the shadows of a broken metal boiler. The least you could do was surprise them, when they entered.

The situation was quickly devolving from bad to worse, and you knew there’d be no getting out without a fight. All you had was the hunting knife you carried on your belt, but it would have to be enough. You didn’t know what Laura’s mutation was, but you hoped it would be something helpful. 

You listened, as heavy footfalls approached Laura. Then they stopped before her, and there was a metallic noise as something was held up.

“You gonna come with us, Laura?” The soldier asked.  

You tensed, preparing to leap out and tackle him to the ground – but before you could, there were a flurry of blows, and the man screamed in pain. You looked around the corner. Laura was on him. Literally, on him – spinning around so that she was on his back, her fists hitting him repeatedly in the back of the neck.

No – not her fists.

The claws protruding from them.

You stared at the scene unfolding before you, stunned. Laura leapt upon the next soldier, severing the tendons in his leg with a swift blow.

She was like Logan. Her mutation – it was the exact same. Before you had time to contemplate this revelation further, you’d leapt out from behind the wall, and were assailing the next soldier who ran to join the fight. You dealt a few quick punches, then clipped him in the temple with a high kick, sending him to the floor.

When you turned, Laura was already gone – a trail of dead or maimed soldiers left in her wake. You pelted for the door, and burst out into the blinding sunlight, running in the direction she’d gone.

“No. Laura – ” A familiar voice was calling, in a placating tone. “No!”

You arrived in the factory yard just in time to see Laura leap on a soldier with a wordless cry. Her claws sliced through the muscle of his shoulder, before severing his arm clean off. Then the other soldiers were on her, and she was leaping and dodging between them, slicing savagely through flesh and bone.

You were astounded, but you ran to join the fight, intent on protecting her. Not that she seemed to need it.

Across the yard, you spotted Logan struggling up, battling the men around him.  

All at once, something clicked in your mind. You’d thought some of the soldiers inside the factory had looked familiar – their clothing and gear a specific mix of military and mercenary attire at odds with the uniformed law enforcement with them. But now, you realized why. Those are not just soldiers. They’re Reavers!

At the same moment, you recognized a familiar blond head across the yard. He was shouting orders to his men, and shoving them in Laura’s direction to join the fight.

This couldn’t be happening.

You fell upon the nearest Reaver, clobbering him hard over the head with the butt of your knife, before grabbing him in a headlock and choking him. He struggled, gagging, just as another Reaver ran at you. You threw the one you were holding into a fence, and spun to meet the next. You weren’t quick enough to dodge his punch, though, and it caught you on the jaw, throwing you to the ground. You rolled quickly away, and managed to tangle your legs with his, felling him. Then you leapt on him and grabbed his head, ramming it against a metal fencepost. He went limp.

You rose, panting, from the dirt, to see that the yard around you was in chaos.

And between the fighting bodies, through the haze of dust, you caught sight of him once more. Just as your gaze landed on him, he happened to turn to look in your direction.

Your gazes met.

The shock in Pierce’s eyes was mirrored in your own, but his expression quickly morphed from surprise into feral delight. He smiled, and waggled his fingers in a cheeky wave.

Logan had escaped the knot of soldiers surrounding him, and you watched as he threw himself into the limousine, and gunned its engine to life.  

“Laura –” you shouted, taking on another Reaver as he ran at you.

Laura decapitated the nearest soldier, then swung around, eyes finding you.

“The car!” You shouted, pointing, as you ducked the Reaver’s punch. “Go!”

Laura’s eyes locked onto the limousine, and she ran for it, diving between soldiers on the way.

At the same moment, three different weapons were levelled with your head.

“No te muevas!” A soldier yelled. “Don’t move!”

You froze, staring down the barrels of the semi-automatic rifles. For Laura, the bullets had been a mere deterrent – but you wouldn’t be so lucky. You dropped your knife, grimacing, and slowly raised your hands.

Across the yard, you saw Laura leap to land on the limousine’s hood, claws digging into the metal. The car jerked to a stop. Logan’s eyes scanned the yard, and found where you stood, cornered by the soldiers. He looked stricken.

But you were trapped. And they had a way out.

“Go!” You screamed at him.

A blinding pain tore through your shoulder, and you were thrown backwards onto the ground.

They shot me.

You lay in the dirt, gasping for breath, as you heard the limousine tear from the yard.

Two of the soldiers who’d surrounded you remained with you, rifles cocked and aimed downwards, but the others ran to join the trucks peeling out after the limousine. You couldn’t see where Pierce was, but you assumed he’d joined the chase.

Let them escape, you thought, desperately. You panted as you lay in the dirt, the pain in your shoulder excruciating. Just let them escape.

And let me not have been shot anywhere too important.

***

It was nearly half an hour before the trucks returned to the yard. From the bleeping of radios and the lack of any audible struggle, you assumed that Logan and the others had well and truly gotten away. Your mouth curved into a grim smile.

“Get her up,” a familiar voice called, as a car door slammed and boots made their way towards you.

The two soldiers around you grabbed you beneath the arms and dragged you to a standing position, jostling your injured shoulder. It was all you could do to keep from crying out. Your hands were cuffed behind you, and one of them had tied a rag tightly around your shoulder to stem the bleeding. The bullet had passed straight through, apparently.

My lucky day.

You slowly raised your head, and glared as Pierce came to a halt before you.

“Well, look who it is,” he said, smiling. “That was a damn surprise, finding you here.”

He was as you remembered. His skin lightly tanned from the sun, his honey-blond hair tousled above his tinted sunglasses. Tall, charming, and infuriatingly smug.

“I should have known, of course,” he continued, approaching and putting a finger beneath your chin, tilting your head upwards. “All the most wanted muteys, cozying up together? Must have been like a real little family, huh?”   

You jerked your chin from his hand. “What would you know about that?” You spat back, struggling against the soldiers holding you for a moment, before the pain in your shoulder grew to be too much. “Doesn’t seem like you have much work-life balance.”

Pierce gave you a knowing look, then smiled obligingly.

“Seems to me like you're the one without a family, sweetheart. The Wolverine and the others left you here, after all.”

You grimaced, and looked away.  

“So why stay loyal to ‘em?” Pierce continued, walking a few paces away to gaze towards the road. “Must not care about you all that much.”

“Why stay loyal to them, when I could be loyal to you, you mean?” You asked. “For beating and kidnapping me? Tough choice.”

Pierce laughed, and turned back to you. “You know, I almost missed this," he sighed. "Glad to have you back, darlin’.”

You glared at him, as he turned to address the soldiers. “Put her in with the tracker."

The tracker. They’d captured Caliban, too?

You swore internally, as the soldiers pulled you away towards the factory.

“Ah, I almost forgot – ” Pierce called after you. “If any animal so much as looks at one of my men in a way they don’t like, we’ll be leaving Caliban out to watch the sunset.” 

Your body flushed with cold as they pulled you away, at odds with the hot desert day around you.

Bad, to worse, a small voice echoed in your mind. This shit just went from bad, to worse.

***

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[amalthea9]

❛ you’re not alone. you never were. ❜

Feel free to choose the Fictional Other and Self Insert you feel are the more fitting to explore this prompt at this moment of your life.

Aaww thank you so much for this prompt my dear! 🥰🥰🥰

I had a difficult time figuring out what setting for this prompt. But I decided to just write from the heart. Because fuck it right? These are all real feelings that I've had recently and have processed. So here it goes. Thank you for reading 💜

It was one of those nights. I had been in a place of grieve and loss. I was thinking about the changes in my friend's lives and my placement in them. How my two close friends had become partners and now I wasn't in their lives often. I felt abandoned. I heard the mean voices start in my head. The spiral began.

"You never have had a locally close friend that lasted more than a few years . You've never been able to keep a best friend and this is why.

Because you're too sad. You're too boring. You're too clingy. You bring the mood down. You're not magical like they are. You can keep a local friendship or even a romance in this realm . You're too naive. You're boring. You're too passionate about stupid fandoms."

"And you deserve to be alone."

"Yer not alone. Ye never were."

I heard his voice. Soft, sad, and loving.

It broke through like a ray of sunlight in the darkest of rooms.

I opened my eyes and turned to where Styles stood. His wings were out, a slight flutter to them as he gazed at me with endless love. I smiled a sad smile as I nodded.

"I know, my love. I...I know that the truth is I'm never alone. But..."

"The demons still talk as loud as cannon fire." Styles said, as he stepped up to me.

I sighed and nodded as he wrapped his strong arms around my frame. He pulled me close against him, and I buried my face in his chest.

"Even before we found each other. Ye were never alone, lass."

His whispered words warmed my chest, and I smiled against his chest.

"You're right, Styles," I whispered against his chest. "There was Loki and Thor, when I saw the Marvel movies for the first time. Even before them, there was the fae Puck, the fae Ariel, and Caliban. They weren't present like you are, it's different with you and Horatio. And Bheem and Ram. But they were there to talk to. I was never alone. Even when I thought I was, I don't believe I ever truly was alone. And I'm sure as hell not alone now."

I felt the warm chuckle vibrate in Styles' chest as he held me tighter.

"Aye me starlight, by Neptune's trident," Styles replied softly.

I chuckled as I hugged him tightly. As I did, I heard Ram and Bheem coming through the veil. Their laughter and loving greetings filled my ears as they embraced me and all four of us had a group hug.

It's one of the hardest truths to embrace. I was never alone in this world, and I never will be.

[pyr0man1c]

I need to keep ranting about obey me characters and if they’d like ASOUE.

The original Satan and Barbatos one here

There will be spoilers for A series of unfortunate events!!

In order:

Lucifer wouldn’t particularly enjoy it but he can recognize the story, plot, and style and if he enjoys anything in it. Probably likes the dark academia look of the series.

I feel like his favorite character would be Lemony Snicket, Lucifer likes the tone and scene Lemony sets, his words, and also how he’s constantly telling the watcher to “look away” from the tragic tale and find something better and more enjoyable.

Mammon would really like it, not that he thinks it’s bad just that it’s not his thing. If he had to say something he likes it would probably be how rich the Squalors are how the plot is well written and shows characters and how they grow(I would say “development” but mammon doesn’t know that word yet)

Mammon would say his favorite character is Sir(form the Miserable Mill episode) but it’s actually something like Jerome, or Jacque.

Jerome not only the riches but also how he stood up against someone he loved (Esme) for some kids he barely knew and because he didn’t want to take her manipulation anymore, he likes the bravery and selflessness he had.

Jacque because Mammon just likes Jacques personality (and how he practically insulted a child) and got killed trying to save the Quagmire triplets and Baudelaire’s.

It’s not Levi’s his thing, he prefers his anime and not “normie shows”. (😔) he would probably hear about the mystery in it and be like,

“Omg!!! Reminds me of [insert very long obscure mystery anime name]”

At least he has something to enjoy with that..ig???

I honestly think Levi like Montgomery Montgomery. The guys has hundreds of REPTILES. Who would love that?? LEVI. THE SNAKE DUDE!!!

I feel like Monty’s energy and how uplifting he is would completely mild out Levi’s insecure and self destructive energy. (They’re both too focused on reptiles to care about feeling bad)

I already covered Satan but I have something else, I link my first one!

I already said Satan would like Klaus..but I also think he’d like Olivia Caliban. She’s a librarian, smart, makes literary references, he’d love her character, so much!!

Speaking about personality wise, she likes how she sacrificed herself to be eaten by fucking lions. LIONS. SHES A FUCKING BADASS.

(He’d probably like the quagmires too, went fucking crazy when they revealed Quigley was still alive)

He was so invested when she and Jacque started having romance and absolutely heartbroken when he died.

Asmo would find it too sad, he can’t ruin his perfect makeup!! (Also it’s just tragic) He wouldn’t really enjoy it the style is too dark, at least some of them have good fashion sense he can admit that.

Hands down..Asmo would like Esme. Not because of her actions against the Baudelaire’s that’s just bad, he likes her fashion and obsession with looks, he’d watch it and be like “this isn’t..omg, girl slay haha babe that’s so pretty” He understands the “pinstripes are in, and those nasty outfits you’re wearing? Are out.” “you’re so right girl”

I feel like he’d hate Carmelita because she’s just a bitch.

Beelzebub is probably mixed, he doesn’t hate it but he doesn’t necessarily like it, I’m having a hard time here okay

This one is easy, his favorite character is Larry your Waiter. Duh, the guy is a waiter and can make some bomb ass root beer floats I mean did you SEE the root beer floats in that one episode??? Fucking delicious.

Belphegor could care less, yeah it’s cool but I wanna go to bed?? He’d watch it if he had too and wouldn’t complain at least it’s kinda cool.

I cant think of anyone he’d like, he’s probably jealous of that scene of Jerome just fucking conked out on the couch tho.

Diavolo thinks it’s interesting, he’d find it sad but thinks it’s very good and well written, would watch if he felt like it.

His favorite would probably be Justice Strauss, her energy matches his, energetic and caring, 10/10.

Or Charles and Phil from the lucky smells lucky mill.

Barbatos i already talked about with Satan

I honestly think Simeon would be interested and I think he’d like it, despite the tragedy its well written and interesting, he’d watch it.

His favorites would probably be Strauss and Monty, they’re both just so caring, kind, and comforting! (Monty’s cake also looked delicious as hell he wants it)

I feel like he’d like the Baudelaire’s and Quagmires too, all of them, their so devoted, forgiving and caring he thinks their such good kids.

I think Luke wouldn’t be allowed to watch it, Simeon doesn’t really want him to, Luke was upset until Solomon was like “okay watch it then” and Luke was so sad after like..Solomon..wtf..☹️

Luke likes the beginning of the reptile room with meeting Monty that was very nice, and when the Baudelaire’s met Strauss. Happy moments guys happy moments..

If Luke had favorites it would be Sunny and Strauss, Sunny is into cooking and baking and he is too, he also loves Strauss motherly energy, very nice.

He had nightmares of Count Olaf for a week.

Solomon feeds off the tragedy..he loves it..so why wouldn’t he love this sad story. Him and Satan agree it’s a great series, 10/10.

His favorites are any character who is fucking psycho Monty and Olivia, he likes the reef he Monty does, I mean, Solomon is a sorcerer who likes research, he likes Monty. He likes Olivia’s book smarts and how she can just be like “oh you need a book on [very specific weird thing]? I got it.”

Bonus!

All of them agree that the Baudelaire’s and Quagmire tripletes, they’re respectful, kind, caring, smart, and overall good kids.

End notes

Guys mid way through this I found out that Sir and Charles are a gay couple, and then Charles was with fucking Jerome my suspicion was true.(now I remember it being hinted but omg)

This was meant to be more serious and it was in the beginning with Lucifer and Mammon but it devolved into my rambling, I’m sorry for that😭

If it looks like I favored Mammon with how long his is I don’t, I just had a lot more for him because his felt easier and I wanted to get that out.

There are character in ASOUE I wish I included but I haven’t watched the series for a bit so either:

I don’t remember the characters.

I don’t remember/know enough about them.

[fictionkinfessions]

On the rare occasion anyone actually posts anything about Penny Dreadful anymore, it’s really all just people posting ‘Caliban was annoying’, ‘ i didn’t like Caliban’, ‘(insert incel joke here)’ etc and then acting like they’ve made some controversial hot take…. Oh you’re sooooo original and the only one who dared to say what no one else would…. I’ve definitely not heard this a million times before…. Oh you don’t like me??? Wow you must be the only one. 🙄🙄🙄

Meanwhile little mr abandon-your-creations Victor Frankenstein gets understanding and sympathy. I am just so very tired.

Also I will never forgive for what happened to Vanessa. She deserved so much better.

- Caliban/ John Clare (Penny Dreadful)

]

[someginger05]

Traitor (A Warhammer 40k Fan Story)

Traitor is a three part story taking place in the Warhammer Sci Fi universe. This story follows a slightly different history from what we know from the 30,000 millennium with new horrors, new monsters and new traitors. There is no one who can be trusted as of this time. The most vital resource in this period is the truth.

Part 2: To The Halls

The sun had fallen over Colchis as the desert winds calmed and the night chill set in. Now Marakos and Kadal stood in a dimly lit room surrounded by their brothers with only the light of the strategy table before them to illuminate their faces. The green glow gave their visage a sickly press as they calmly and swiftly discussed battle and supply plans. This was until ammunition came into discussion. The Imperium of Man had no known preparations for facing down the Astartes beyond the Custodes and the might of the most elite and scarce forces. This was until Marakos inserted a data slate which detailed the arrival and deployment of a new type of bolter round fresh off the assembly lines of the Mechanicus named as ���Kraken Penetrator Rounds” the Ultramarines appeared unmoved by this information, however Kadal and the 17th seemed more concerned, “Captain, forgive my disturbance but may I inquire on the topic of these new bolter rounds?” Kadal asked this to Marakos as he spoke, Marakos’ eyes did not leave the table as he explained, “These new kraken penetrator rounds or as they have been titled KP rounds are a relatively new invention which had previously been used to pierce potent Xenos hide and armour. They were found to be of profound effect on Caliban and can be used to pierce ceramite armour.” Silence came over the room as the mere mention of Caliban swept over as a wave of sorrow over the stoic marines of the 17th and 13th. Kadal apologised for the inquiry and beckoned Marakos to continue. 

The meeting finally ended as the lieutenants and lower ranking officials were ordered to flee the hall to reinforce the battlements. However, Kadal remained and the two continued planning with the division of resources causing some contention, “Stations 2, 5, 20, 18, 1 and 25 will be the first to receive the KP round shipments while the other stations will have to wait, for we only have limited resources.” Marakos ended as the strategic table slowly shut down with a vague white light keeping some vision. Kadal suddenly struck for a question, “Marakos I have noted that the stations you detailed are purely stations controlled by the 13th, why is that?” A silence was only prevented by the low hum of the ventilation system as Marakos returned, “Do not be insulted cousin, I merely prioritise my legion out of experience, not favouritism. My men have faced down our cousins and have experienced the horrors of this conflict, it would only be most strategic if we provide the best with the best. Please do not take my remark to heart.” Kadal fell silent in thought and simply accepted this fact with every question on the topic of Caliban being avoided as current matters proved more vital. 

Later in the night Kadal watched over the delivery of these KP rounds, watching as in silence the 13th legion carried colossal crates and storage for hours. Their armour was no better than they had been upon their arrival and Kadal felt sick to the stomach as he thought of the war to come. Kadal then felt the roaring steps of an ancient dreadnought crash behind him. He asked the ancient one to join him, silently the dreadnought’s colossal hull turned and faced Kadal. The Word Bearer turned to face the giant and with a smile on his face asked, “may we speak ancient one? I apologise for the halting of your good work, but please may I speak to you?” The dreadnought lumbered forward and fell onto one knee. Kadal thanked the Dreadnaught for its time and asked for its name, gesturing his arm outward, “My name is forgotten, even to myself but my legion refers to be as Drusas of Macragge, chosen by the father of the 13th himself to continue the work of Ultramar”. The Dreadnaught declared with a swift assertiveness that was almost poetic as if the desire for a greater tale to be told was in the mind of the ancient warrior. “Would you join me, my friend? I simply wish to talk of the ancient times before we see it all crash” Kadal asked the leviathan. Drusas turned to look around and accepted the offer if only for a few minutes or so. 

The two marched into a large temple hall where Kadal had the worshipping Colchisians removed, and the corridor emptied. He sat on a stone tablet and Drusas knelt once again. “Drusas of the 13th, ancient warrior and great Astartes of the Emperor, please treat with me this calm, yet daunting evening?” Kadal asked as he placed his battle mace on the floor by his side and bolt pistol on the table facing himself to not threaten. Drusas nodded with mechanical power. Kadal inquired about the history of Drusas, asking of his time before death. “I was once a captain of the 13th, a warrior over warriors who cut down Xenos and heretics alike. This was until the great Ullanor crusade in which I was ripped apart by the foul savage Orks, I stood my ground for as long as my body willed until I was saved by my father and Primarch. I awoke again from the cold grip of death in the cradle of the machine which gave me more strength and will than I had ever had in the restraints of my mortal shell which had been shed. Now I serve the will of Ultramar and the Primarch in his crusade” The Dreadnaught reminisced, if he could, he would cry but the limits of the machine and the limits of his voice box saw his speech only emoted with the sound of stern and stoic bravery. 

“His crusade? You mean of the Emperor? Or do you mean the Primarch himself?” Kadal inquired. The Dreadnaught was still, the only sound was the hum of his life that made the candles flicker. Then he spoke, “I must have you understand Word Bearer. Your zealotry and desire for the Emperor to be a being of celestial might does not echo in my personal church. I do not mean to insult, but I was made to serve the Primarch and Ultramar, the Primarch was made to serve the Imperium, I am merely a tool for a greater power than myself. The Emperor is merely the puppet master and I am the puppet of the puppet. Although I declare the will of the Primarch and the will of Ultramar to be my purpose, this does not make me any different than my cousins, I merely see the strings and they do not, and I am content with those strings.” Kadal shifted in some discomfort and accepted the answer, “That is the beauty of our creation my dear friend, Drusas. We both serve the same purpose; it is just that not all tools are for the same job. Thank you for joining me. But please if I ask any question that causes harm or discomfort then you do not have to answer as I have disrupted you enough but… as for Caliban. What occurred on that planet?” 

Drusas took his great arm and placed it onto the stone table, a great lightning scar was seen across his ancient figure. But before he could speak the doors crashed open as Marakos entered the hall, “Brother! Cousin! What are you doing? Your strength is needed beyond these walls!” Kadal smiled and waved to Drusas, standing to salute. Kadal explained that they were simply talking before the dawn, Marakos appeared upset a slight hint of wrath painted his faith, but he calmed, “You must understand, you most of all Drusas of what we face soon, we will have time to speak after the battle, we cannot waste time. Join me ancient one, we have a new shipment of which I summon your aid in.” Drusas stood, apologised to the captain and began to march away, blowing out the candles on his exit, “Thank you for our time Kadal, you are honourable, I hope we can talk again after the flames of war are faded” Drusas then left the hall with the sound of rushing supply and barking commands being carried by the Colchisian winds. 

Marakos went to turn and Kadal, confused, asked, “Why do you flee Marakos? You are different, your legion is different. I simply want the truth! I want to know what we face! I need to know the forces that will come to cut us down! Please! Talk to me, cousin!” Marakos whipped around, his cape picking up the dust and clouding the hall, “It is not the time Kadal! The events which took place on Caliban would only be vital if we knew what we were fighting! We have never faced a foe like this! We have never had to face ourselves! On Caliban! Do you think we expected betrayal? We do not even know how to face our enemy in the way they shall attack! But we keep ourselves strong and stern as a force led through will, shall always destroy an army led by force! I want to sit and talk! I want to be calm and accept what has occurred and speak of it! I want to be more open to you and your legion, but it serves no use! Kadal you can either stay here and use your words to calm your inner storm or you can unleash that storm upon the foe! Make the right decision!” Marakos ended his sentence as he left the hall. Kadal looked upon his bolter and to the door. Finally, he turned to the visage of the God Emperor himself, “Guide me.”  

Writer's Gratitude:

This is the end of Part 2! Please stay tuned for part 3 hopefully coming in this month (hopefully) Any and all constructive criticism will be appreciated as I have never undertaken anything of this sort before and would appreciate any and all help. Thank you if you have read this fanfiction and I hope to see you again in the next part! (Thanks again)

[jadegrey711]

It’s your Voodoo Working

Caliban x Fem!Reader

A/N: Hello my loves. I’m slowly getting through my requests and one of them requested I do another Caliban oneshot. Which i was more than happy to do since there is so little of him. I tried making it passionate but then a song gave me this other idea for him and i just love writing him as a mischievous little shit. 

Also apparently making something passionate means long as fuck. Also by the end of this I just wasn’t feeling the smut so i kind of cut it out. I’m not really feeling my writing very much these days but I hope you guys still enjoy this. 

Word Count: 2787

*NOT MY GIF*

Anon: Can you pls do another Caliban smut but maybe this time it’s like passionate as shit? Thank you, love your writing!!

Song Inspiration:

It’s your voodoo working - Charles Sheffield 

Feel Me - Mecca Kalani 

If you like my stories you can check out my sideblog @jadegreywriting​​ to see all of them and my masterlist without filtering through my main blog.

I own all rights to this story and do not give permission for my stories to be published, translated or reposted anywhere else. The only places I have published my stories is here on Tumblr and on my AO3 account (LadyAuthor711) 

This story is for 18+ ONLY. It contains sexual themes that are not suited for younger audiences so if you’re under 18 my blog and this story is not for you. Please make sure to read at your own discretion and remember that you are solely responsible for your content intake. 

The very first time you laid your eyes on him, you had to admit he was breathtaking. You stood there in awe as he appeared before you and the rest of the Fright Club in a ball of whirling fire. Once he fully materialized in front of all of you, he immediately turned to Sabrina.

“Sabrina.” He regarded her with an easy smile.

“Caliban.” She regarded him in turn, her voice laced with ice. But his smile never wavered.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of you summoning me here, Sabrina?”

“My friends and I need your help, Caliban; in defeating a most foul eldritch beast.” Sabrina said, before she gestured towards us and you watched as Caliban regarded each of you. Starting with Roz, Harvey, Theo and then he turned his attention towards you; his mossy green eyes met yours and that lazy smile returned to his handsome face.

“Enchanted.” He purred as he drank you in and let the room sit in silence for a beat before he continued, looking away from you and back to Sabrina.

“You know my help doesn’t come free Sabrina.”

Sabrina outwardly groaned. “Name your price.” She said with a wave of her hand as if that’ll make him spit out his demands faster so she can move on with her life.

“I don’t require much. All I require is your name, fair maiden.” He purred, taking your hand in his before he placed a kiss upon your knuckles.

“Oh damn.” You heard Roz whisper beside you.

Sabrina however, looked extremely irritated. “Come on Caliban you expect me to believe that all you want in exchange for your help is my friend’s name? You must want something else. You can’t have Y/-” Just as Sabrina was about to say your name Caliban cut her off.

“I want her name and I want it from her own lips.” he said an edge of danger in his voice, before he looked back to you, his hand still holding yours in his grasp.

You felt your heart flutter in your chest like a bird in a cage and wet your lips with your tongue before you spoke. “Y/N. My name is Y/N.”

“Y/N.” He whispered your name almost reverently, letting your name roll across his tongue. “It suits you.” He smiled, and that smile made you feel like you had just made the biggest mistake telling him your name.

That first encounter was over a month ago and in that time Caliban was true to his word to his word. He had helped in any capacity he could to aid you in defeating this horror you all were facing. However, in that same amount of time Sabrina had figured out his true intentions for being so helpful. Word on the hellish grapevine was that hell had been lonely for the new king, since he and Sabrina had locked up dear old dad and he wanted a queen for himself, and was setting his eyes upon you.

Sabrina warned you, to stay away that he was the definition of a bastard and to not put it past him that he would not simply take his mortal bride like Hades did to Persephone. You tried to shake off the chill as you imagined Caliban rising from the cracked earth, his strong hands gripping you closely to his body as he dragged you to his kingdom of nightmares.

Also within that month you tried avoiding him like the plague, but it seemed no use; Caliban was everywhere you turned, like gum stuck on your shoe. He would meet you outside of your lecture halls, stay close to you at the academy’s library brushing his hands against yours, sometimes leaning in to whisper something close to your ear.

It was starting to become so difficult to keep your blood from not warming at the smallest of his touches, or even just the feeling of his presence as he walked into a room. You felt yourself going mad at each of those little touches and how when he would walk up behind you, leaning over your shoulder to see what your were doing; you found the temptation to just push your body back into his achingly warm one harder to resist. It was like he was working some kind of voodoo on your body, making it so you craved him, wanted him with every fiber of your being; until he didn’t need to wrap his arms around you and steal you away to his kingdom. No. You were going to throw yourself into his arms at the very mention of taking you away.

*****

Today he was working his voodoo again, he came up behind you and placed his hands on your hips. You tried not to moan out right at the feeling of his large warm hands on your waist, making you immediately conjure up images of what he could do with those hands.

“How are you today, lovely Y/N?” He whispered in your ear.

You steeled yourself before your answered him. “I’ll be better when you get your hands off of me.” you tried to say it with menace but there was no bite in your voice.

“Why would I want to do that?” he nuzzled his nose in your hair just behind your ear before he whispered. “I think my hands belong here and I think your hands belong on me. Don’t you agree?”

“No.” you said shakily. You looked around the academy’s library but no one was here, not even Sabrina. No one was here to save you from the eclipsing fog filling your head that was Caliban.

“Come on Y/N.” he said nuzzling your hair again, making goosebumps run down your arms and your back erupt with a spine tingling shiver. “Why do you keep denying what we have here? I’ve seen the carnal lust in your eyes from the very moment that we met, just as you’ve seen it in mine. So, why fight it?”

You steeled yourself as your turned in Caliban’s arms, facing him now; those moss green eyes focused acutely on your body. Taking in the way your chest heaved up and down with each deep steadying breath you took, your breasts barely brushing against his chest with every breath. He took in the sound of your heartbeat rapidly increasing as he kept staring at you, observing you, devouring the image of you.

“I know what you want from me. And it’s not just carnal, as you love to say.” You said, trying not to notice the heat radiating from his body, or the way your nipples were aching peaks as you gazed back into those jade eyes.

Caliban licked his lips, stepping just a hair closer to you and closing the small space between your bodies. “And what is it that I truly want from you Y/N?” he asked as he reached up and tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“Sabrina told me about you and your desire for some meek mortal bride. Someone to use and frighten for eons.” You said, trying to calm your increasing heartbeat.

“Do I frighten you Y/N?” he asked, his eyebrow quirked up in question.

“No.” You said, feeling the truth of it ring out in your voice.

“I’m glad to hear that.” He said before pausing for a breath, leaning down to place a small kiss against your cheek, and felt that small kiss shoot through your entire body like a lightning strike. “Sabrina has heard right, I am looking for a queen. But, you’re wrong about wanting a meek woman by my side, someone like that wouldn’t last five seconds. No.” he said as he placed another kiss but this time on the other cheek.

You should push him away from you, wipe his gentle kisses off with disgust but you couldn’t fight the increasing warmth that seemed to radiate deeper into your bones and soul with each small kiss he gave you.

“I wanted someone strong and fiery. Someone who would defy me at every turn.” He placed a kiss against your neck on your rapid pulse, making you gasp. “This makes me a bit of a masochist I know this. But, I wanted a woman, not a girl and when I first saw you Y/N, I knew instantly that you were that woman and from that moment on I’ve desperately wanted to see a crown placed on your head.” He finished, placing a kiss on the other side of your neck.

“Caliban.” You whispered, biting your bottom lip hard.

“You don’t have to love me Y/N, not now that’ll come in time” Caliban said breathily as his soft kisses on your neck became more desperate, and started to feel your resolve weaken as Caliban’s spell on your was finally working it’s magic on you. “Just let me love you right now.” Caliban said his voice husky. “Please Y/N.” That’s when you realized he was asking your permission. His hands were starting to roam over your body, igniting your even hotter as they lifted up your shirt slightly in their exploration, and skin touched skin.

But with one word from you, he’d stop; you knew that. But did you actually want him to stop? His large hands grabbed your ass by the handfuls and you knew that was most definitely not the case.

You reached up with trembling hands and dug your fingers into those luscious blonde locks, hearing Caliban moan as you gently pulled on them. His eyes never left yours as you nodded slowly to him, telling him exactly what you wanted; that you wanted him as much as he wanted you.

Caliban’s lips crashed against yours, and you felt his heat fully envelope you as you opened your mouth to his invading tongue, letting yours meet his in a dance of dominance. With your hands still deep in his blonde locks, you pulled him closer to you, wanting to feel every part of his body against yours.

Caliban’s hands roamed back down your back and ass until they reached the back of your thighs and you took that as a signal to jump and wrap your legs around his waist. He smiled against your lips and starting walking away from the table you were originally by and closer towards the massive fireplace in the library. Without breaking the kiss Caliban brought the both of you in front of the fireplace and sat down on the rug in front of it, having you straddle his lap.

Caliban’s lips pulled away from yours only so they could attach themselves to your neck, placing soft kisses there before those soft kisses turned to harsh sucks. You craned your neck to the side to give him more access as you delved your fingers into his luscious locks. You felt Caliban’s hands roam down your back and gently squeezed your ass, making you smile before you felt his fingers grab the edges of your shirt and as they roamed back up your back he was bringing up your shirt. You helped him out by bringing up your arms and then your shirt was on the floor next to you.

You watched as Caliban took in the sight of your exposed body with such an intensity in his eyes that it made you blush all over. You watched with equal intensity as Caliban lowered his head to your breasts and kissed the tops of them, his hands reaching behind you once again to undo the clasp of your bra with ease. He looked mesmerizing as he watched it slip from your shoulders and you placed it with your shirt.  

Caliban started to lower his head again but you stopped him. “Wait.” You said biting your lip. “I want to see you.” You said as you grabbed the edge of his shirt and lifted it off of him and watched as his shirt joined yours in the ever growing pile of clothes next to you.

You reach your hands out hesitantly to touch him, and heard a low groan come from between his plush lips as your hands rested at the top of his chest. You ran your hands down him feeling every muscle tighten as you explored his grooves and scars.

“You’re beautiful.” You whispered. “If you truly were made from clay as Sabrina says, I think you were perfectly sculpted.”

“Oh, Y/N. I think you’ll be the death of me.” he groaned and suddenly you felt the sensation of falling and your head met with the soft rug underneath you. You watched as Caliban hovered over you, situating himself between your legs and drinking you in.

Caliban let out a small sigh. “I may be beautiful yes this is true.” He said, a small smirk growing on his face and you smiled at his arrogance, fighting the urge to give his arm a smack. “But my beauty is nothing compared to you and especially to you in this moment laid out before me like a goddess. I pale in comparison.” He said and lowered his head back to you neck and you instinctively moved it to the side to giving him more access to you. You watched in wonder as Caliban’s kisses started moving lower, kissing the tops of your collarbones, his tongue tracing down your sternum and to the valley of your breasts, his hair all the while tickling you as he moved lower.

You let out a gasp as you felt Caliban’s tongue trace circles around your harden nipple before bringing it into his mouth and sucking. The sensation of his mouth around you and his tongue flicking at your nipple made your back arch into his mouth, desperately wanting more.

Suddenly, you felt Caliban’s hands on the tops of your jeans and began unbuttoning them as he began lavishing your other breast with the same devotion.

His hands were agile and he finished undoing the buttons of your jeans and began pulling them down; at the same time his lips were beginning to move further down your body.

You felt the heat in your body spike as you realized what Caliban was planning to do to you next. “Caliban.” You sounded breathy, as his name came out almost as a plea. You wanted him to end his slow methodical torture and just wanted to take you, make you his. But as Caliban pulled away from you and brought your legs up to start pulling off your jeans, you realized he had other plans for you.

He gently pulled away your jeans and panties all at once, being so gentle as he took your feet out of each one of the pant legs, before tossing your panties and jeans both to the side; leaving you completely bare under him. He kept your legs up and by his face and never broke eye contact with you as he took one leg and began kissing you, starting from your ankle and working down till he got to your inner thigh.

“Caliban, please.” You heard yourself beg. But beg for what? Him to stop or for him to never stop?

“What do you want princess?” he asked his voice a low growl, as he started kissing your other leg, working down it slowly placing kisses on your ankles, behind your knees, working to your inner thighs again.

“I feel like you’re torturing me. You’ve been torturing me this whole month and now now you’re killing me.”

You watched as he lowered himself to settle in between your thighs, feeling breathless and needy.

He smiled at you his eyes locking onto yours as you felt those soft lips kiss you intimately. “There’ll be no more torture Y/N. Once you’ve given yourself fully over to me you will only know bliss.” He murmured against your inner thighs, kissing down both of them before he continued licking at you; his tongue flicked your clit and you felt your back lift from the ground.

“Caliban.” You pleaded, digging your fingers in his hair, almost as if you wanted to pull him away or push him closer to you. “Caliban, I need you, I want you, I want to give in to you.”

With that Caliban stopped and pulled away from your quaking center, making you whimper from the loss of contact. His eyes seemed to glow with the intensity they held in them. “Do you mean it? Because if you do, there’s no going back. You’re mine and I am yours.”

“I mean it.” You say with a sincerity that surprised you and felt a smile bloom across your face as Caliban wrapped you up in him and sealed your fate.

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The Fae and the Prince

Author: OK here we go! Part 4.. This took a little longer.. but i need to build up the upcoming carnival scene.. which in my opinion is going to be worth the wait! Enjoy! PS thank you for all the love i’ve been getting!! it really makes my heart warm! xoxo

Summary: Nightmares + Caliban + Tight Yellow Tees = TROUBLE.

Part 4:

You and Sabrina recited the opposite spell to get you back to her place. After you both grabbed something to eat from the kitchen, you went back up to her room. “Y/N, I told you to stay away from him.”

“Well, technically you told him to stay away from me.” She glared at you for your snide remark.

“I’m sorry. He came out of nowhere and then we were attacked by a Gallu—.”

“You were WHAT?!”

“Oh. Yeah.. I forgot to mention that.”

“Y/N, why didn’t you tell me? Are you ok?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. To be honest, I don’t know if I would be if Caliban wasn’t there. He performed some spell and the Gallu vanished. If it wasn’t for him, I’m not sure I would be here right now.”

“Shit. I’m sorry. I should have never left you alone. It’s just this whole ‘Hell’ is literally driving me crazy and now Lilith says that Earth is ‘out of its original order’ and I have no idea what that means, but she said that the angels are going to be arriving soon if we don’t figure it out.”

“I think they’re coming either way,” you said under your breath.

“Y/N what are you talking about? How would you know?”

“Sabrina… there’s something you should know. Before I got here, my mom sat me down and shared some news with me.”

“What kind of news?” she looked at you with a worried grimace.

You went on to tell her everything. Your mom. Your dad. You. Glowing eyes ‘n all.

“Holy shit…” she said. She sat down on the bed, eyebrows raised. “How could you just now be telling me this?”

“I just found out, Sabrina. It took me a little bit to digest it and I didn’t know how you’d react. I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s fine. I mean I get it. I didn’t tell you guys about being a which until last year. Just wow. Have you told anyone else? Please tell me Caliban doesn’t know.”

You gave her a sheepish grin.

“Y/N! Oh forevermore. Why! Why would you do that?”

“He knew! He figured it out. I mean not the entire story, but he knew that I wasn’t mortal, because of my aura and eyes..”

“Y/N he’s going to use this against us! He’ll figure out a way to get to me through you. I’m not sure how, but I wouldn’t put it past that hellfire little shit.”

“I don’t know if he will. Sabrina, for some reason and I have no idea why, I trust him. I feel something. I feel like he won’t hurt us.” You sat down next to her on the plush bed. “Also, I warned him not to use this information against us and you and your quest.��

“Oh sure! You warned the guy. He wouldn’t dare mess with you.”

“Sabrina…”

“I’m sorry, it’s just I don’t have a good feeling about that Caliban.”

“I know, but you can trust me.” She put her arm around you and you leaned in for the hug. “I know, I know. Ok, let’s get some rest, we’ve got a big day tomorrow with the carnival and all. And I’ve got to find that crown.”

The two of your got ready for the long awaited slumber and shortly after climbed into bed. Sabrina quickly dozed off, for she had a long day dealing with the hell kings and her reforms. You couldn’t help but picture those eyes of his. Those same eyes that stared at you in the forest. Those eyes that looked deeply into yours after the two of you nearly been killed. After some time of imagining you different scenarios, you finally fell asleep.

--

You were running. Running from what, you didn’t know. You looked up at the canopy of trees above you and realized you were in the Greendale forest. “How the hell did I get here?” you said breathlessly to yourself. Not seeing the large root in front of you, you lost your footing and landed on the forest’s floor.

The wind completely knocked out of you. Coughing and stumbling to get yourself back up, a force pushed you about twenty feet from where you fell. This time landing on your back, you saw what was hunting you. It was none other than a Hellhound, one of Satan’s minions chasing you. His bulging red eyes were staring right at you. The beast was huffing, from chasing after you. His four unnaturally, muscular legs outstretched ready to pounce on you. You lifted your upper body up, slowly, resting on your forearms. You turned your head to the right and then to left looking for something, anything that could kill this thing. You turned your head back again and saw Caliban standing right next to you about five feet away.

‘Caliban!’ you tried yelling. Nothing, nothing came out of you.

“Aww, love. You in a bit of mix-up?” Caliban said to you tauntingly.

Tears brimmed on the edge of your eyes. ‘Why isn’t he helping me?’ you thought.

“You see Y/N, I can’t help you. I am not permitted to. Even if I was, I do not know if I would because of how completely worthless you are. A fae and an angel. Two of the worst kinds of creatures. Your bloodline now is so utterly tainted I would never want to be with someone like you.”

You couldn’t believe it. The man you were falling in love with was literally leaving you to the dogs. How could he do that to you? The two of you shared something. The tears started rolling down your cheeks.

Caliban bent down and wiped away one of your tears with his thumb. “Love don’t cry. It’s just the beginning”, he said with an evil smile. “You may proceed dog.”

Just as the dog jumped on you, you jerked up from your pillow. Your chest was freckled with sweat.

You got up to go down to make a cup of chamomile tea to calm your nerves. “Just a dream. It wasn’t real”, you said as you sat down at the kitchen table. You took a few deep breaths, and went to take a sip of tea. You peered out the window. The sun was rising. ‘So much for a good night’s sleep’, you thought. You stood up to place the mug in the sink and make your way back up stairs to catch a few more hours of shuteye.

As you went to leave the kitchen, you felt a presence behind you. You didn’t dare look, for you were too shaken up by your dream. You ventured back upstairs without glancing through the window, where, without your knowledge, Caliban stood watching you.

--

The next morning, you and Sabrina got ready for the day. You threw on a plaid pinafore, a dark green turtleneck, some black tights, and a pair of boots that you had packed the night before. Sabrina wore a black turtleneck and a red plaid skirt. The two of you walked down to the kitchen to grab some breakfast. Sabrina told you she was going to spend the day with Nick, since he was somewhat back to normal from spending what seemed like forever in Hell. You told her you were going to try to have a normal day. Enjoy a lunch at Cerberus Books and catch up on some school readings.

After breakfast, the two of you parted ways and you made your way toward the café. Mythological stories had always been one of your favorite pastimes. Today you were rereading the story of Orpheus and Eurydice. You didn’t give the part about being stuck in Hell for all of eternity, when you read this story before, but now you couldn’t help but let your mind wander. Learning of your lineage, going to Hell, meeting Caliban, and now that dream.

‘Maybe this story wasn’t the best one to get your mind off the subject.’ You closed the leather-bound book and stood up to go get a chocolate milkshake, your favorite. When you turned to go to the register, you face planted into someone’s rock solid chest. You looked up. Caliban.

“Caliban!” you yelled in a hushed tone. “What in heaven’s name are you doing here?! In Greendale?”

“I came to see you, fae”, he said in a husky tone. He was wearing a tight yellow ringer tee, that accented every part of his arms, with tight blue jeans which mirrored the compliment to his lower half.

“A new nickname? Really?”

“Well, you won’t let me call you ‘love’ and besides fae suits you.”

“Fine, but you didn’t need to come all this way to tell me that. You do realize you’re in the moral world, right?”

“I do. I wanted to see what the fuss was all about; Sabrina won’t shut up about Greendale and you mortals. Well, I guess that doesn’t pertain to you anymore, does it fae?”

“Caliban, I don’t have time for this. I’m… studying.”

“Sure seems like you were getting a snack and reading—what’s this?” he went to pick up your book. “Ahh, Eurydice and Orpheus. Such a fool that Orpheus. If he had just trusted Hades, Eurydice and he would be enjoying life together as we speak.”

“Well it’s hard to trust someone like that right off the bat. Trust takes time”, you said looking down at the ground.

“You trust me right, fae?”

You didn’t answer his question. You snatched the book out of his hands and trudged to the register to order your dessert.

He followed you closely behind. “Why are you being so distant all of the sudden, fae?”

“No reason, I just told myself that today I was going to stay away from all things supernatural.”

“That’s a bit hard to do, considering you are part of that order,” he grabbed your shoulder and spun you around. “Talk to me. Please.”

“Caliban, I can’t. It’s just too much is going on right now and with you added to the mix, it just makes things really difficult. Besides, I have a carnival to get ready for.”

With that, you ditch the milkshake and Caliban along with it.

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Offer Still Stands

Caliban X Reader

Word Count: 1171

Requested: Anon

Request: Being confident and sarcastic all the time but when Caliban comes around your mood changes a little you tend to be rude to him to hide that you like him. One shot.

You were probably the most witch-like human friend that Sabrina had, you were sarcastic and very strong-willed, you weren't easily scared so when Sabrina found out about her witch heritage you were the one that she was least scared to tell and you didn't really say too much about it, it was a shock to you but that was all finding out that all of that existed didn't make you change the way that you lived or the people that you talked to. Now most of Sabrina's problems didn't directly affect you and to be fair her latest fight to be Queen Of Hell didn't affect you either but when she came to you with her problem you were there to listen and to provide what seemed to you obvious advice.

"So what you're telling me is that there's a guy who claims that he should be King Of Hell?" You asked. "Yeah, he proposed a competition." She answered. "And?" You asked. "Well that's it" She answered. "Whoever wins rules." "Well then win." You shrugged. "Caliban was born in Hell how can I hope to beat him?" Sabrina asked. "By bringing a new kind of you to the table, I know you can do it, I've seen you do it. Remember that you have magic to use it." You said, she looked at you and you smiled "I know that you can win but I think that's what scares you."

You didn't hear anything more from Sabrina after that, you hoped that she had taken your advice on board but you weren't one to sit around worrying you asked Harvey and the rest when you saw them but it was becoming harder and harder to find them as well. One night you were sitting on your bed when Sabrina and another boy appeared in your room "Sabrina." You greeted her and then you looked at the other boy that had appeared with her, she watched you quietly. "He's the guy isn't he?" You asked. "How do you know that?" He asked as he looked you up and down. "You have the confidence of someone who wants to be king." You answered crossing your arms over your chest. "Caliban." He introduced himself and you looked at him and raised an eyebrow as he put his hand out, you didn't take it, you looked at Sabrina (mostly because you feared that if you looked at him any longer you were going to cave). "What are you doing here 'Brina, you usually stop by when you need something." You said as you leant up against your bedpost, by now Caliban had started to look around your room, you assumed this was the first time that he'd seen a human room and the wonder that took over his face almost made you smile. "Well actually it's Harvey and Theo, they need our help, they asked me to get you." She answered. "So why have you brought the prince of hell then?" You asked. "He might be able to help." She answered. "Yeah for something in exchange, this could be how he gets you to forfeit." You informed her and she sighed. "Let's just see what happened." Sabrina said and you sighed before nodding and told her that you'll meet her outside when you were ready.

When you got to Harvey's you realised that the situation was more dire then you though, Ros had been turned to stone and Sabrina had no idea how to fix it "I might be able to help your friend." You looked over at Caliban. "In exchange for?" You asked. "I have a proposal that I wish to make away from the courts of Hell, if my Queen were to entertain it then I would help your friend." He explained. "What do you know about turning stone to flesh?" Sabrina asked. "I'm made of clay" He reminded her. "I'm sorry made of clay?" You asked. "Mmm." He hummed as he looked at you again with a smirk on his face. "If he can save Ros." Harvey jumped in. "I'll do it." Sabrina agreed. "We'll need a mutual party." He looked at you and you rolled your eyes before standing up. "Let's go." You ordered.

You had taken a seat at the farthest end of the room from the two bickering royals but the moment that they started talking about the proposal you listened, you listened to them argue about marriage until he proposed something else "What about marrying someone that you can trust." He suggested. "Who do you know that I trust?" She asked and then you felt them looking at you. "No" You answered and they both raised an eyebrow. "I'm not marrying anyone."  They had assumed that you weren't listening considering you were looking at your phone. "Well then maybe we should just save your friend, your hearts may soften to me after." He said as he handed Sabrina the book. "Mm yeah sure." You muttered. A trip to the highschool and one failed offering later you were jumping in the middle of Caliban and Harvey to stop a fight "Okay I don't think this is helping anyone!" You pushed Harvey while using your body to stop Caliban from moving forward. "I should kick your ass." Harvey threatened. "Harvey I swear to god if you don't calm down, I'll kick your ass." You warned him as Sabrina walked towards Theo and Robin who you were vaguely aware of having a conversation. Robin explained that there was another way that you could try and get Ros back but there was no guarantee that he was going to work out in your favour. Sabrina decided that she was going to ask for some help from someone at the school before telling all of you to go home. "Be careful Sabrina."

You'd just walked into your bedroom when you realised that Caliban was sitting on your bed "what the hell are you doing here?" You asked. "Don't worry, I'm just here to thank you." He answered. "Thank me?" You asked. "For protecting me from your mortal friend... Not that I needed it." He shrugged and you rolled your eyes. "You started off strong there, you really did." You sighed as you dropped your bag on the floor and walked over to your desk chair. "Is there something else?" "Why?" He asked. "You hadn't shown much care for my safety before that." "Maybe it wasn't your safety I was worried about." You shrugged. "Then why threaten him and not me?" He asked. "I can threaten you if that's what you want." You informed him and he smirked. "I like you." He said. "That's nice, now if you don't mind I have things that I need to be getting on with." You informed him as you turned away from him, you heard him get up and you held your breath as he got closer. "The offer still stands." He said softly his lips next to your ear and when you turned he was gone.

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Basically Cinder in my headcanon: part 14

*Cinder walks downstairs in a spaghetti strap tank top and tight skinny jeans*

Cinder: Do these jeans make my butt look big?

Vlad: YespleasekeepwearingthemYOUFUCKINGBEAUTIFULSEXYGODDESS.

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“Candlelight Dinner”: Caliban/ The Creature Imagine (Penny Dreadful)

A Winter Candlelit Dinner with Caliban : Headcanons

Caliban x Reader: PS Reader, Plus Size Reader

Ok, so first, he’s terrified

I mean, absolutely petrified

He’s also just stunned

And in slight disbelief

However....he’s so stinkin happy

And you?  You find it impossibly adorable

He’s made a surprisingly nice meal and it’s so sweet how he’s decorated his quarters beneath the theatre

You bring some lovely pastries from the bakery along with some heavenly bread and fresh cream

He’ll eat it later but my god, he can barely notice anything but you

You’re a vision and the closest thing he thinks he’s ever seen to an angel

A vision far more worthy than he feels himself to be

But he feels like the gods have smile upon him..and he doesn’t plan to waste it

It’s lovely, superb really

The conversation is great

He’s witty and he’s interested in what you have to say

He’s far too shy to make a move but nearly passes out when you place a kiss on his cheek for a goodbye and ask if it’s alright if you come by again in a couple of days to see him

He readily agrees and later amazes at how he manages to get two words out around you! 

He’s somehow very happy that his body could just operate without his presence of mind because good lord, in your presence he can barely keep his wits about him! 

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Sunglasses and a tip. James Logan Howlett ( Wolverine ) x reader part 2

You sat quietly by yourself at the counter, gently tapping your finger against your chin as you wrote down what had been bought today. It had been about three days since the little girl and her guardian had been here. Laura and… Logan. The name sent shivers down your spine. Something about him made your heart beat and your hair stand on end on the same time. It was strange how easily you fell for the burly and mean looking type. You figured it was something about your childhood and growing up around people like that all the time, having them protect you from the dangers of the guards. You sighed. You remembered little from the time before you were found in the woods but you knew it was not happy period in your life. You did your best to just forget about it all. The door opened and you looked up, surprised to see a group of armed and armoured men walking inside.

”Excuse me? Can I help you with something?” you asked curiously, standing up and walking around the counter. The men turned to you, strange looks in their eyes. Your coworker suddenly walked up behind you, to the men. Hey, listen, he started and sighed. I already told the police everything I know, the man and girl is long gone okay, he then continued and you looked at him in confusion. Why would the police ask for the two of them? They had been so nice when you’ve met them. You said your colleague’s name hesitantly, in a tone that asked him what was going on.

”NOT now, Y/N.” he answered and your eyes went wide at his strange tone. You backed away from him a bit and the man in charge of the strange group looked at you, raising his eyebrow. Y/N, huh, he mused, a dangerous smirk forming on his lips. You’re the lady in the video, aren’t you, he asked and walked past your coworker, coming uncomfortably close in a moment. You moved away more from him, feeling the wall press against your back. He placed his hand against the wall besides your head, it making a strange ”clink” sound. You glanced at it for a millisecond and found that that the fleshy hand you would have seen was completely replaced with a metal one. You gulped softly and looked back at the man, not seeing his eyes behind the sunglasses. Slowly he pushed them up, staring at your intently and you felt a shiver run down your spine in horror. There was something about him that was far from pleasant. He suddenly breathed in slightly and then smirked.

”Well, I’ll be damned.” he murmured close to your ear before suddenly grabbing hold of your wrists, dragging you over the floor as he walked away. You screamed in shock and horror as you were helplessly pulled through the store, your eyes as wide as your coworkers as he tried to stop them from taking you. But he was forced back at gunpoint. You tossed and turned in the man’s painful grip, calling out for help but no one came. Suddenly you were thrown into the back of a van, into some kind of strange cage. You felt the hands of a person grab you as to help you not fall and you snapped your head to the side, seeing a strange albino man stare back at you. He had wounds all over his face and his eyes were open wide, a small gasp escaping his mouth. Oh no, he whispered as he looked at you and you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion and fear. The van doors closed and the two of you were alone. The albino man hushed you softly as you tried to move away and he sat you carefully down on the floor. He checked you all over, seeing if there was any damage done to you and then he sighed, sitting down in front of you.

”I had hoped that I was wrong, but it seems as if I was not. ” he mumbled and looked at you, a frown on his damaged features. I’m Caliban, he said, and I’m a mutant like you. Your eyes widened at the word and you shook your head. NO, you said, I’m not a mutant, mutants kill and hurt people and I’m not like that, you answered him and he sighed, shaking his head.

”Our people don’t want to harm others, but we have no choice when we are being chased. I’m sorry I made you end up in this situation but I thought you would be long gone once you had met Logan.” he explained and you blinked in confusion. You asked him how he knew Logan and the man explained his situation. About Laura, Logan, a man called Xavier and mutants in whole. You were so confused. You would at least have thought he would go easy on the details but as he was done you practically knew everything about mutants.

”But well, all mutants already know that story.” he finished his explanation with a soft laughter and you stared at him with wide eyes. He looked back at you, his smile slowly falling into a confused frown as you didn’t react to anything of this. You… you don’t know anything about this, do you, he asked and you shook your head slowly, frowning. Caliban furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and put his hand against his chin.

”That is very strange, tell me, do you remember anything about your past or the strange glow in your eyes?” he asked and you blinked, staring at him as if he had grown another head. Glowing eyes, you asked him and his eyes widened more.

”You don’t know? Oh my god, you don’t know anything about your past as well, right?” he asked and you nodded your head to which he started cursing profoundly. He looked at you suddenly, cupping your cheeks with both hands. You can heal others, right, he asked and your mouth fell open. A sudden flashback occurred in your head, a faint memory of a childhood friend getting a cut appearing in your head. How did you, you started but he interrupted you. What is your last memory before everything in your life seemed normal, he asked and you stared at him. This man knew things about you other’s didn’t.

”I-I remember waking up in a large wheat field, where I met my parents. They-they took me in and have cared for me for more than ten years, and then I moved here to work and study.” you answered him, his eyes growing wide.

”You don’t remember anything about else?” he asked and you shook your head, Caliban letting go of you and leaning back, speechless. I’ve heard that a girl like you ran away from everything, looking exactly like you, having glowing eyes like you do, but everyone said she died. But she didn’t. You didn’t. You just forgot about your past. You forgot about you powers, Caliban said as he spoke after a while. You frowned, not truly understanding what he meant.

”Caliban, I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” you whispered, his emotions and eyes on you making you cower back in fear. Y/N, he started, moving closer to you.

”You were used to bring back the dead”

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