Try To Be Normal: A Caliban Imagine
Request from @panda-duuuâ:Â Alright, I'm going to try and be the shortest I can be without being confusing. (I'll be using R in this as in reader instead of "me") It started with R in college, having a few friends and a roommate. After a while the roommate had to move, which meant a free room. While trying to find someone to share the house with, R meets Caliban (can't remember how) and he ends up moving in and they develop a good friendship but because he's from hell, doesn't understand the whole college concept and what comes with it. After sometime they eventually go out and start dating, and when they're at the cafeteria/bar he's being a dork while choosing what to eat and cuteness and sappy couple interaction comes with it. When they go back to the apartment, because they still sleep in separate room, R is like "don't you wanna join me and lay here" leading to cuddles and fluffiness
Okay, so this is a Caliban College AU thing which was super fun to write! Hope this is okay for you lovely, and enjoy x
College was supposed to be fun, it was supposed to be a chance at normal. After the Pagans had invaded Greendale, you had decided youâd had enough of the whole witch business, and fancied living life the way mortals were supposed to. Zelda Spellman hadnât been particularly impressed when youâd told her you were leaving the Academy, but you didnât have to do anything she said anymore.
From the moment you had arrived at college, you had renounced witchcraft, and Satan, or whoever was looking after Hell now. Because that was happening, wasnât it? The fight for the throne of Hell; Sabrina Spellman versus that other guy. You werenât sure of his name, only having watched from the sidelines.
But that wasnât your problem anymore. Instead, you had the issue of finding a new roommate.
And that wasnât enjoyable for anyone.
You had put posters up around campus, and so far, there hadnât been any takers. You were currently in your apartment, debating giving up completely, and just living alone, trying to muddle through normal life on your own, when he showed up.
âHeard youâre looking for someone to live with.â
The door opened to reveal a rather tall figure leaning against the frame, clad in jeans and a yellow t-shirt, arms folded as if him entering your place unannounced and uninvited was the most casual thing in the world. Golden curls framed a face that you knew was sculpted from clay, each eye a jewel set into place.
Your mouth opened slightly, lost for words as you looked at him. You knew who he was, and the fact that he was here meant that your plan for normal wasnât quite working.
âItâs Caliban, by the way,â he chuckled slightly at your expression, taking a step into the room.
âWhat are you doing here? Arenât you supposed to be competing against Sabrina?â
âDidnât quite go as Iâd hoped. Fancied a go at the whole normal thing, like youâre doing, clearly. Howâs it going not using any magic?â
You should have told him to leave, but there was something about his whole demeanour that made you all the more interested to spend time with him. Not to mention, he was cute. And there were worse people to have for roommates, surely.
Word of your new roommate had reached the ears of your friends, and the entire student body. That much was clear when you walked onto campus with Caliban, everyoneâs eyes turning towards him. He obviously relished the attention, and you hit his arm when his gaze lingered on one girl for what you thought was way too long to not be considered creepy.
âCreepy. Youâre supposed to be normal, remember?â
In the past week, you had developed quite a friendship with the former Prince of Hell, but there was something else there you couldnât put your finger on; an underlying tension that you couldnât define. There had been several moments in the week when he had suddenly seemed too close, or too far away, his voice taking on a tone that could have been interpreted as something else.
âI still donât understand why we have to be here this early, Y/N.â
âBecause thatâs college.â
Caliban leaned down, and you were aware of how his lips just missed your ear when he spoke.
âWhy donât we forget college, and just go home?â
You shrugged him off, climbing the stairs to your class.
That evening, Caliban kissed you for the first time.
A week into your relationship with Caliban, and he had already ensured that everyone knew about it. Walking onto campus with his hand in yours, fingers interlocked, kissing you in the middle of corridors, never leaving your side.
You couldnât help but smile every time he complimented you, a blush rising to your cheeks. Maybe this normal thing wasnât as bad as you thought it was going to be.
You walked into the cafeteria with him, his hand still in yours. You had yet to brave this particular part of college with him, knowing that it would probably cause more trouble than it was worth. Of course, that was back when he was just your roommate, and you were more inclined to get annoyed at him.
Now, what with the loved up-state that you were in, you couldnât imagine getting irritated at him for anything.
He had been an absolute gentleman since that night he had kissed you, that night everything had changed. Hands in hair, on skin, slipping under clothes but protecting modesty all the same.
That step hadnât been taken yet.
You pushed that out of your mind as you noticed Caliban looking at the food on offer with absolute disgust. You had ordered a lot of takeaways in the time you had lived with him, and he didnât seem particularly impressed with the lack-of-budget college meals.
âYou just pick one, babe,â you leaned up and kissed his cheek.
âThey all look horrible, unlike you of course,â he turned to face you then and kissed you with more passion that was probably appropriate for the current situation. You fell into him, and you only broke apart when there was a shout of protest from someone waiting in the queue.
You looked each other and laughed, forgetting for a moment that you were a witch, and he was a demon.
In that moment, you were both normal.
Having finally mastered the challenge that was the cafeteria, plus multiple public displays of affection that had caused scoffs of disgust from your fellow students, you were now back in your apartment. Caliban kissed you good night, and made to go to his room, still a perfect gentleman, when you spoke.
âDonât you want to come to my room? Itâs not even that late,â your voice grew quieter, waiting for him to decline your offer. You were still nervous around him, always waiting for him to make the first move in any situation in case you were wrong about something.
âOkay.â He followed you, and at first, didnât join you as you lay on the bed. You patted the spot next to you, your head on your pillow.
âDo you want to join me here?â
It looked as if this was the question Caliban had been waiting for you to ask, and he was quick to climb on, lying next to you. He wrapped his arm around you as you snuggled into him, head on his chest now. He kissed the top of your head, and for a moment, neither of you spoke, content just to be in contact with each other.
âYou can sleep in here, if you want.â
You shut your eyes as he kissed you again, finding comfort in him, in a person you would never have found it in had you not left Greendale.
And there it was. The first time it had ever been said. The three words that made your heart soar, that made moving to college and trying to be normal worth it.
