UNEXPECTED [Caliban x Reader]
SUMMARY: The reader is about to be offered as the pagan virgin sacrifice. Not if Caliban has a say in it, though.
Warnings: not really, reader has a nightmare at one point
Length: around 3300 words. I know. I'm sorry that this turned out to be such a monster! đ
This was requested: A Caliban x reader where instead of Harvey being taken as a virgin sacrifice the reader does. Please and thanks in advance đ
Requested by the lovely @rachelle3musicals
Also, just as a little heads up: this is the first imagine I've ever written, but I hope I did alright! Also, English is not my mother tongue, though I hope I didn't make too grave mistakes!
Have fun reading and please, tell me what you all think about this! :)
xxx
UNEXPECTED
So. This was it.
This was how you were going to die.
Youâd never given that much thought to how you were going to die before â you were still in high school, after all! â but still, youâd never imagine that youâd die like this.
Being offered as a virgin sacrifice to some pagan nature God. One thing was for certain though: you wouldnât go down without a fight.
 And so, even though you felt the fear and panic creeping in on you, freezing you from the inside, you struggled against the rough hands forcing you onwards.
You couldnât see where they were dragging you towards, due to the fact that theyâd blind-folded you, but you could still hear Rozâs, Harveyâs and Theoâs anguished, panicked screams.
This didnât really help you, though, no, you only felt your panic intensifying.
Surely, it wasnât really going to end like this, was it?
 Before you could form another thought â a better survival strategy, other than aimlessly struggling against your captors â the people dragging you towards Satan only knew what, stopped.
For a moment, you were too stunned about this, to think clearly, but then you realized: this was it! This was your chance to escape them!
It seemed like youâd only twitched and they were pulling at your arms again.
âNot so fastâ, one of your captors grunted.
Damn it, they really were much stronger than you. You definitely would have to take that promise that youâd made to Sabrina and Roz about joining the cheer squad and practicing together with them, seriously after all of this was over.
 Though at the moment it definitely looked like worrying about cheer practice and your muscle strength would be the least of your problems, considering the fact that you were currently held captive by some crazy pagans who wanted to offer you as a virgin sacrifice to some pagan god.
One could always try with a little humor, though.
You had been stuck so deep in your own thoughts, that you hadnât even noticed that your captors had untied the ropes that had previously bound your hands and legs together. And theyâd even lifted your blindfold!
But why were Harvey, Roz and Theo screaming your name with even more panic than before? That didnât really fit together, did it?
 You only realized that your captors were pushing you up, planning to now bind you against a tree, when it was already too late.
The treeâs vines were already twisting, stretching out towards you, pulling themselves around your arms, squeezing, so that your captors barely had to do anything anymore.
For a few, horrible moments you were too stunned to react. You couldnât, wouldnât believe that this was actually happening to you. Before, with the pagans dragging you along into the unknown, it had been bad enough.
But then, youâd had the slightest hope of escape left.
Now though, reality was dawning on you in form of the treeâs vines slowly, but surely squeezing out all the air out of your lungs, your life out of you.
And all you could do was cry out in pain, completely defenceless, completely hopeless.
 âStopâ, an unfamiliar voice suddenly said.
It didnât stop. You didnât have the strength left in you to open your eyes, you could only struggle against the treeâs unrelenting vines, whilst screaming out in anguish and fear. You were so desperate; you didnât even notice the struggle going on underneath the tree that was draining your life out of you.
But then, something changed.
The tree stopped.
You could breathe again.
You could breathe again.
You could move again.
You hadnât died.
 As all of these things began to dawn on you, you could hear an agitated conversation going on around you.
You opened your eyes â only to feel the need to close and then open them again, just to make sure that what you were seeing was actually happening.
Caliban.
He was right there, Caliban. Self-proclaimed asshole-prince of hell. And he was climbing up towards you.
Was he the one who had saved you? But why? Why would he do that? There we so many questions, yet now that the worst was over you felt utterly tired. And dizzy.
Everything was spinning before your eyes.
Maybe youâd really died and you were already in hell? That would explain why Caliban was there as well, at least.
 But then you suddenly felt two hands carefully touching you, pulling you out of the treeâs dead clutches.
It really was Caliban. He was there, right before you, pulling you out of the tree and lifting you up.
âWhat?â, you croaked.
He only gave you a Cheshire catâs smile in return.
And the last thing you felt before the darkness fully enclosed you were his strong arms, carrying you, and his warm chest your head was rested against.
Maybe Sabrina was right â maybe hell really wasnât so bad after all.
  xxx
  You had no idea how much time had passed when you woke up again.
To make things worse, you had no idea where you were. In a bed, sure, but you had no idea where.
Then the memories came rushing back at you. The pagans and their crazy virgin sacrifice. How theyâd trapped you and your friends and in the end decided to make you their virgin sacrifice.
You didnât want to think about those horrible moments where you had indeed been sure that you were going to die, so of course, your mind had to settle on Caliban.
Why on earth had he been there? And, what was even more intriguing to you, why had he helped you? He hadnât needed to. There wasnât anything he could gain by saving your life except your gratitude â which, surely he didnât care about at all.
 Why had he helped you?
You really couldnât wrap your head around it. You had only seen him twice before, both times very brief and both times it had seemed like heâd barely noticed you because he had been so focused on Sabrina and winning her favour.
You had your suspicions â theories, more likely â why heâd helped Roz: to impress Sabrina.
But this time, Sabrina hadnât been there.
So why had he just saved your life? It just didnât make sense.
 You tried to get up â you needed to find out, where you were and how much time had passed.
But youâd barely sat up when the pain hit you like a knife being twisted around in your chest. It hurt. You could barely breathe.
You couldnât help it, you cried out in pain. Immediately you bit down hard on your lips.
But then, suddenly, Caliban was there, right at your side. It seemed like heâd just appeared out of thin air, like youâd seen him do it before.
He steadied you, slung an arm around your waist and propped you up against him whilst you gasped out in pain.
 âI take it youâre awake after allâ, he said, voice tinged with irony. His warm breath fanned over your neck, but you werenât about to get distracted by that.
âWhy did you save me?â, you asked him instead, meeting his gaze. Youâd intended to sound eloquent, but the only thing you could manage was a croaky, rasping voice.
âA simple âThank you, Caliban, for saving my lifeâ wouldâve been sufficient enough, Y/N, you know?â, he said.
You snorted in exasperation â your chest wasnât thankful for it. Trying to draw breath was utter pain. Caliban caught your gaze again, you still couldnât figure out the look in his eyes.
Surely, it wasnât concern? No, that was ridiculous. It was Caliban, after all. Maybe the tree hadnât only tried to snuff out your life but had also killed some of your brain cells.
Yes, that had to be it.
 âOh câmon, donât pretend it was for some noble reason, we both know that that wasnât the case, Calibanâ, you said.
Whatever youâd thought youâd seen in his gaze before, it was gone, immediately. He glared at you.
âDonât assume to know my intentionsâ, he growled. You could feel his voice vibrating against your back.
He still had his arm around you, you were still pressed against him.
You were still glaring at each other.
 âHow are you feeling?â, he abruptly asked you.
âI â what?â, you answered, completely confused.
He rolled his eyes at you, his expression clearly telling you that he wasnât going to repeat his question.
âFineâ, you replied, gritting your teeth, trying to smile through the pain. You didnât know why, but you knew that you didnât want Caliban to find out that you were still in severe pain.
âOh really?â, he said, quirking an eyebrow at you, tone implying that he didnât believe you at all.
 You intended to huff out in exasperation, but instead the only thing you could manage was a miserable rasping sound. This damn tree had really tried to suffocate you and if it hadnât been for Caliban, it would surely have succeeded.
You clutched a hand to your chest, just wanting the pain to stop.
Your eyes landed on Caliban again. His gaze was fixed on you, his eyebrows drawn together in concentration.
Then â somehow, the pain became somewhat bearable. Your eyes widened in surprise.
âYour friends are all fine, by the wayâ, Caliban suddenly said, before you had the chance to thank him.
 The tenderness â which you most definitely had imagined â was gone from his face, back was his usual arrogant expression.
You felt utterly irritated and annoyed, both because of him. You couldnât figure him out, you really couldnât. That was frustrating you more than you wouldâve liked to admit.
âAnd youâre at Theoâs uncleâs farm, in case you were wonderingâ, he added. He continued speaking, not even giving you the chance to say anything.
âYou should get some rest, though Sabrina and I both did what we could. That tree did some serious damage to you.â He paused, and his gaze found yours again. He seemed as if he wanted to say something else, but then he just said:
âI take it that youâll be fine on your own. Thereâs been someone here to check on you every few hours though, so⌠Anyways, I have other things to do this as well, now that youâreâŚâ, he stopped, looking annoyed with himself.
 He slowly got up, carefully taking his arm away from your waist. You immediately felt the absence of his warm body, which had been pressed up against your back.
âCalibanâŚâ, you began, but then you stopped too, not sure what you even wanted to say.
His gaze found yours again, and then, just like that, he was gone.
 âAaarghâ, you groaned out in annoyance, angrily glaring at your pillow as if that would somehow solve your problems.
You just couldnât figure this guy out, seriously though. There he was, acting like an arrogant jerk the first two times youâd met him, and then he saved your life, only to be annoyed at you because you didnât worship him afterwards.
Granted, maybe your reaction to him saving your life really hadnât been the best. You still needed to thank him for saving your life, you realized. Though, you still wanted to know why heâd saved your life.
Damn him for acting so irritating, one second being a complete jerk and then the other second it almost seemed like he cared about you, which⌠surely couldnât be true, could it? You were only an ordinary mortal, after all, most definitely not of interest to the Prince of Hell.
And, really, damn him for being so incredibly handsome. Your cheeks felt aflame, just thinking about how youâd been pressed up against him just mere moments ago.
 You pinched your nose in frustration.
Somehow you felt like what had happened with the pagans had been nothing at all compared to the conversation youâd just had with Caliban.
He was irritating you so much, it was beyond frustration.
 xxx
 You felt the treeâs vines sneaking up on you, tangling themselves around your body, and you knew: this time there would be no one there to save you.
This time, Caliban wouldnât show up.
This time, you were truly going to die.
 âNO!â,
âY/N, please, listen to me, itâs just a dream, please wake up, damn it!â, you could feel hands on your shoulder, trying to shake you awake.
You jerked up and your head nearly collided with Calibanâs bare chest. How had he gotten here so fast â could he possibly have known that youâd been having a nightmare?
Also, was this guy ever wearing a shirt, like at all? Not that you didnât appreciate the view, though.
âCaliban!â, you gasped out, at the same time as he asked you:
âY/N, are you all right?â
 âCould be betterâ, you said, a feeble attempt at trying to lighten up the mood. Caliban didnât look convinced at all.
âIâm sorry that I wasnât there earlierâŚâ, he said and it somehow sounded like he hadnât actually intended to say this out loud at all.
âThank youâ, you said, deciding that a thank you was definitely overdue at this point. Instead of the self-satisfied, arrogant expression youâd expected, he only looked at you in confusion.
âThank you, for saving my life. And for uh, you knowâŚâ, you gestured vaguely with your hand at the two of you.
 Your hand brushed his chest. His breath caught for a moment and your eyes met. You hadnât realized how close you two really were.
A loose strand of hair fell in your face and you wanted to brush it away with your hand, but Calibanâs hand was there first.
You looked at each other again.
You could feel his heart beating, you hadnât taken your hand off of his chest yet. You vaguely wondered why.
Caliban looked at you and you felt shivers going down your spine. You really couldnât figure him out â though suddenly you werenât so sure if that really mattered all that much anymore.
 âY/Nâ, he said and you were glad that his voice sounded slightly husky and irritated, because you took that as a sign that you werenât the only one confused in this situation.
Were you only imagining things or had you two somehow moved closer together and you just hadnât noticed it?
Because suddenly it seemed like you just had to lean in slightly and you couldâve touched the tip of his nose. Or his lips.
Why on earth were you suddenly thinking about touching his lips? This was Caliban after all! Caliban, whom you didnât even like â thatâs what you were trying to tell yourself, at least.
 âWhy did you save me?â, you asked him, voice just slightly more than a whisper. You didnât know how you knew, but somehow you were sure youâd get an answer this time.
He sighed. His eyes captured yours again and this time, you really couldâve sworn that your breath actually stopped for a second, when you looked into his eyes.
Was it even allowed to be that beautiful, to have such wonderful eyes?, you dimly wondered.
âY/NâŚ.â, he began, and he suddenly looked uncomfortable.
 Again, he looked at you, as if trying to figure you out, as if he was trying to solve a puzzle and you were the last missing puzzle piece to make it complete.
Caliban, Prince of Hell at a loss for words. Now, this was something youâd definitely never expected to see with your own eyes.
And, truth be told: you somehow kind of liked it that you seemed to be the reason for his speechlessness and irritation.
This suffocating, life-draining pagan tree really had gotten to some of your braincells after all, you were sure of it.
 âY/NâŚâ, Caliban said again, but this time, it was barely more than a whisper. Now, he seemed like he was already regretting the words he was about to say.
âSurely, you wonât believe itâ, he began, voice suddenly bitter and cold, âbut I like you. I didnât save your life to impress Sabrina and to convince her of my good intentions â though, I wonât lie, thatâs definitely a side-effect I donât have anything against â I saved you because I like you.
I saved you because I couldnât stand the thought of you dying.â
You were stunned. Truly, stunned. Speechless, for once.
Youâd expected anything, really, but definitely not this.
 When your eyes met again, you didnât only feel shivers going down your spine, no, you could also feel goose bumps building on your arms.
Damn this stupid, hot, clay Prince of Hell, who kept on irritating and frustrating you! And damn him for being so close to youâŚ
He inhaled sharply and you could feel his breath on your skin.
âCaliban, IâŚâ, you began, unsure of what to say.
He clearly mistook your searching for words for something else, you hadnât even intended to hurt him with your words.
 âGo on and make your clever remark, about how this surely canât be my real reason, because Iâm the worst, isnât this what youâre thinking right now?â, he said bitterly, not looking at you this time.
However, he still hadnât moved away from you, your hand still lay on his chest and you two were still extremely close â so close in fact, that you only had to lean in just a little bit to kiss him.
You werenât really sure why youâd done it, it wasnât only because you truly couldnât stand it to see Caliban so bitter and disappointed. No, you had to admit it to yourself, it was also because youâd wanted to kiss him.
Youâd really, really wanted to kiss him.
If were you being really honest with yourself, youâd wanted to do so, since the moment you two had moved so closely together, but it was his confession that had really sparked the desire to kiss him in you.
And also â as there was no point in denying it anymore â you also liked him. Had your feelings for him started out with constant annoyance and frustration, you now felt like lighting up whenever you saw him.
 For one, terrible moment, you were utterly convinced that youâd done the wrong thing, because Caliban didnât react, it felt like you were really kissing clay.
You were already in the motion of pulling away â and then springing up from the bed and running away from this humiliation â when suddenly, he kissed you back.
Damn.
Kissing â truly kissing Caliban â felt like the ground was being taken away from under your feet, but in a good way.
It was intoxicating.
 Where you had been unsure and not entirely convinced in your action, when youâd leaned in to kiss him, and had only lightly touched his lips with yours, there was none of that hesitation in Caliban after that initial moment.
The kiss was feverish and heated and somehow almost felt desperate. You two were surely desperate to get even closer, he put his arm around you and pressed you against him and somehow, your hand that previously been lying on his chest found its way into his hair.
You could have gone on kissing him like this forever, it just felt so right, but after some truly glorious moments Caliban broke away, breathless, but smiling.
 âThat wasâŚâ, you panted, again, searching for the right words.
âIncredible?â, he suggested with a lazy grin, a hint of the usual arrogance back in his voice.
You rolled your eyes at him, which only caused him to grin even wider.
âSo, youâre still a virgin, right?â, he suddenly asked, smirk only growing wider at your exasperated huff.
But then you only smirked back at him â and kissed him again.













