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Witches hour (Reader x Ambrose Spellman)

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Summary: You are but a mortal friend of the Spellman's, working with Hilda in her shop as you become off interest to the Weird sisters and one wicked boy. They find it funny to scare you till it gets out of hand and you get hurt. Afraid and frightend you run to the Spellman's because you are too scared to be alone. Ambrose comforts you and considers to tell you magic is real and how he feels about you.

“Ambrose.” – you called out as he was blocking your way in the small row between shelves. He chuckled leaning with his arm on top of the shelves. – “I’m just standing here.” – he answered smiley. – “Yes in my way.” – you laughed out picking a book from the few books you were carrying. With a small novel you hit Ambrose against his shoulder. It startled him making him flinch. – “You know how much your aunt hates you slouching against her books.” – you said teasingly. Ambrose smiled sheepishly, rubbing his arm as you moved past him. You went to the next row to set the books you were carrying away. Noticing Ambrose had followed you. – “Shouldn’t you be at home helping your aunt Zelda?” – you questioned.

Ambrose pulled his shoulders up. – “Maybe?” – he replied mischievous. – “Wait till your aunt Hilda sees you here.” – you joked out. – “Alright, alright you sure can pester one way.” – Ambrose answered bothered as it made you laugh loud. – “Now go.” – you said slapping another book playfully at him. Ambrose moved his hands up, backing out of the row. – “Go.” – you mouthed laughable to him, seeing him linger. Looking over your shoulder you looked to see if Hilda was coming out of the back door or not. Ambrose exited with a grand gesture making you laugh loud. You kept laughing till you heard Hilda’s footsteps. She had come out of the back area carrying a box.

“Was.. was that Ambrose?” – she questioned seeing the last of a shim disappear into the night. – “Sure not, Ambrose is at home as he is supposed to.” – you told her with a cheeky smile. Aunt Hilda quirked her eyebrow up but was gullible enough to believe you. – “I’m just going to set this box away and we can start locking up for tonight.” – Hilda spoke showing the box your way. You hummed loud in response. Hilda left as you continued to stock the few remaining books away in your hand. On top of a shelf laid pumpkin lights as you smiled upon them. You blinked confused seeing a pumpkin light flicker. It was so briefly you weren’t sure if it was a trick of the eye or true. The lights appearing normal now. Leaning in closer you stared at the pumpkin light.

From the corner of your eye, you saw another pumpkin light flicker. Turning your head you saw it flicker clear as day. More lights started to flicker making you be stunned at bit, not knowing what to do. Then the flickering stopped, all the lights turned off from itself. Curious and confused you leaned closer once more, pointing your finger out to tap the light. The moment your finger touched the light you saw a scarier face appear on the light. It had scared you so much you dropped the book in your hand, jumping back against the bookcase behind you.

“Everything alright Y/n?” – Hilda asked lifting her head up from across the shop near the window. Looking back at the lights, they were normal again. – “Yes… everything is alright.” – you answered to pick up the fallen book. You quickly put it away. Meeting up with Hilda, you said your goodbye’s. – “See you tomorrow Y/n.” – she spoke giving you a hug. – “Happy spooky season.” – you called back to her, waving your goodbyes, knowing how much Hilda loved the spooky season of October. Only a few days till it would Halloween.

A cold breeze would creep up on you once you were outside. Leaves dancing in circles on the ground carried by the wind’s orchestra. Looking up to the night sky you saw a crescent moon. You started walking home in the dark of night. The trees rustling as a breeze swept underneath your coat sending your scarf up. It caught you off guard making you turn a bit around as if someone had touched you without permission. Your eyes went slowly up seeing a figure stand at the end of the street. Lighted up by a streetlight. It came you the chills. A loud scream carried away by the wind made you cover up your ears and duck down. Looking back up the shadow was gone. Panting and frightened you turned around only to be met up with the shadow.

You screamed your lungs out, swaying your arms around and take a run for it. You started running for your life, wondering if you had seen too many scary movies last night with Sabrina, Theo, Harvie and Rosie. That must be it. Your mind was still thinking about the scary movies you had seen. A dog barked loud making you jump away, picking up more speed to hurry up home. Out of breath you reached your house, hurrying to get the keys. Panicking his much you dropped them.

Scrambling to get them, your hand shook as you tried to stick the key in the keyhole. With one last scream of feeling rushed, you opened the door jumping inside. Without looking back, you shut the door behind you. Locking it immediately. Switching on the lights you felt more at ease. You jumped out of your skin seeing three girls in your living room. One of them sitting down, the other two sitting each on a side. – “Well hello mortal.” – the one in the middle purred out while checking out her nails.

 “Who are you?” – you asked loudly. – “What are you doing in my house!” – The girl that sat clicked her tongue swaying her finger to the side. – “We’re but friends mortal.” – she slowly got up. – “Shall we play a game?” – she asked not expecting an answer from you. – “This one is called.” – the redhead on her left said. – “Hide and scream.” – the black-haired girl on her right filled in. With the snap of a finger went the power off. You squealed loud at the sudden darkness. – “Now run!” – A loud whisper filled your ears coming from behind. Lightning stuck all of the sudden, lighting up the room. You screamed loud seeing that the girl’s faces had become horrifying. Almost demonic. You started running for your life up the stairs. Hearing their loud giggling and cackling surround you.

You ran into your bedroom, shutting the door behind you. – “Oh mortal let us in.” – one of them spoke, knocking gently on your door. Covering your mouth to silence your breathing, you backed away. – “We only want to play.” – one of the other spoke. You backed up against your bed as it startled you. A sudden grip around your ankle made your eyes widen. Before you could utter a scream you got pulled at your ankle.

Falling flat forwards, your face smacking hard against the ground. Looking over your shoulder you saw a boy hide underneath your bed. His face half caught by a shadow. His wicked smile reflecting against the darkness. You screamed it out, kicking your feet at him. What is going on? You thought. Rushing up to your feet, you wanted to run for your door, remembering in the last second that those three girls were just outside.

The boy came crawling from under your bed. Your eyes stood wide with fright, pressed against the door. He started to rise his hands as fire light up from your flooring. Forming a circle around you. You screamed it out as he could only laugh. What kind of witchcraft was this? Your head was spinning trying to process the magic just happening in your room while trying to deal with the fear. – “Leave me alone!” – you called out to him. He pouted his lips. – “But we were just making fun.” – he slashed his hand down as it made your head turn with a gasp. Feeling a sting on your cheek.

With trembling hands you went to touch it. Fingers stained with blood when you looked at them. He had left a cut on your cheek. – “You’re the devil!” – you called out. – “Oh honey I assure you I’m not. I am merely a child of night.” – he answered with a grin. Not wanting stay here with him, you jumped over the fires to the back of your room. – “Oh we got a runner.” – The boy called out swiping his hand across. A force picking you up as you got flung out of the window. Glass shattering as you crashed through it. You fell onto the lower roof part of your porch, rolling over it to drop to the ground, landing in a bush.

Groaning loud you got up seeing the cuts all over your arms and legs. You got up, running for your life. Limping at bit from the fall as you didn’t want to be home alone anymore. The boy was watching you run from up your room. The three girls coming to stand beside him. – “Great you’ve chased her away.” – Dorcas said slapping his arm. Agatha sighed loud. – “Ambrose would be furious if he finds out we scared his little mortal friend.” – she spoke making Prudence roll her eyes.

“I do not care one bit for that Spellman. He should know better than to mingle with lame mortals.” – Prudence chuckled deep. – “Shame I couldn’t make her bleed more.” – the boy said with a shrug of his shoulder. Dorcas and Agatha quirking their eyebrow at him. – “We don’t want her dead you moron! We just want her scared.” – Dorcas called out. The boy rolled with his eyes not caring much.

“Ambrose!” – you shouted loud. Huffing and puffing out of breath as you reached the Spellman’s house. – “Ambrose!” – you shouted again running up the porch. – “Ambrose! Ambrose please open up!” – you panicked banging loudly at their door. The door opened as you exhaled deep pushing yourself inside, not wanting to be one minute longer in the dark. – “Y/n what are you doing here?” – Sabrina asked as she had opened the door. – “I…I…” – you tried to speak. – “What happened?” – Sabrina wanted to know as Ambrose came down the stairs. – “Y/n?” – he said widening his eyes at the cuts on your body.

“What happened!” – Ambrose demanded to know, rushing up to you. – “I…I…I fell out of my window.” – you told him still catching your breath. – “What?” – Sabrina called out. Ambrose stared confused and slightly worried at you. Sabrina pulled her shoulders up as she had no clue as well. – “Come.” – Ambrose said wrapping his arm around you to lead you upstairs. Sabrina closed the door giving her cousin one last worried glance. Upstairs seated Ambrose you down on his bed. – “Now Y/n tell me what happened. How did you get these cuts?” – he spoke worriedly.

You looked frightened at him. – “There were these girls in my house.” – you told him. – “Girls?” – Ambrose repeated confused. – “Three of them. Demanding to play a game with me. All the lights went out!” – you panicked explaining your story to him. – “Then upstairs in my room was a boy, hiding under my bed. Fire! Ambrose there was fire!” – you grasped for his hand, startling him with your sudden loud voice. – “Fire?” – he questioned. – “Yes. Poof fire.” – you gestured out. – “It was like he created it out of thin air.” – you said as Ambrose’s eyes widened. – “He gave me this cut without touching me.” – you showed your cheek to Ambrose to show him.

“When I wanted to run I got thrown out of the window by a force. Leading to my appearance.” – Exhaling deep you felt yourself slowly come at ease. – “Darn witches.” – Ambrose mumbled under his breath. – “Huh?” – you said hearing a whiff of his words. Ambrose chuckled nervously. – “Have I gone crazy, or did they do magic?” – you asked to be certain you weren’t losing your mind. Ambrose slightly nodded, not wanting you to feel insane. He carefully watched your reaction trying to see if it was perhaps a good idea to tell you he was a witch as well. – “Okay…” – you replied neutral not sure how to react to it.

“Why… why would they taunt me? Is it because it is almost Halloween?” – you slapped Ambrose his hand out of pure over-reaction. Ambrose shook his head. – “It is because you are with me.” – he told you making you furrow your brows. – “Why would they do that?” – you wanted to know. Ambrose took a deep breath pulling you closer to him by your shoulders. – “Y/n I’m going to tell you something and I hope this doesn’t change anything… or at least maybe a bit.” -  he started.

“Ambrose you are scaring me a bit.” – you answered. – “Don’t be.” – he made sure. He took another deep breath before speaking. – “I am like them. I am also a witch, so is Sarbina and my aunties.” – your mouth fell open with shock. – “But I assure you we mean you no harm Y/n. We aren’t all bad, besides we adore you. Specially me… I…I…like…no love you Y/n. That… that is why the weird sisters, and that boy tormented you. It is because they can see I care for you, and I am so sorry for that.” – he finished.

You slowly smiled kissing Ambrose by surprise. Ambrose pulled startled away. – “I’m not scared anymore, knowing you won’t let anything happen to me.” – you told him. Ambrose nodded still trying to process the surprise kiss. – “Also I like…no love you too Ambrose. I just didn’t think you saw me in that way.” – Ambrose laughed loud, grabbing a hold of you to kiss you. This time longer and deeper. – “I promise you no harm will ever come to you.”

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[epiphanyfics]

The Morning After. (Drabble) (Ambrose Spellman/Reader)

Synopsis: You have breakfast with your friend Ambrose after sleeping over.

Pairing: Ambrose Spellman/gn!reader (Platonic implied, could be read as otherwise though.)

Word Count: 308

Warnings: None! Just a neat lil' breakfast drabble.

You woke up to warm sunlight hitting your face through a window. You peeled your eyes open and took in your surroundings. Lately, you seemed to have made a habit of waking up in this room. Nothing too serious, though. You and Ambrose Spellman were friends. You came to visit him often, and sometimes those visits turned into long nights lying next to each other and talking about who knows what.

“Ambrose?” You called out, but got no reply. You assumed that he must’ve already been downstairs by now. Groggily, you picked yourself up and started down.

“Are you down here?” You called out again, this time being met with a reply. “In the kitchen!”

Ambrose sat at the table, eating breakfast with the rest of the household. You hadn’t talked with any of them, not enough to know what would be appropriate anyway. You stood in the doorway and gave a meek wave.

Ambrose cleared his throat dramatically. “Aunties, Sabrina, I’d like you to meet one of my friends.”

Zelda, Ambrose’ aunt, looked up from her paper briefly to give you a stern look over. “So that’s what you’re doing holed up in your room.”

Ambrose ignored the comment, and gestured to a chair next to him. “Waffle?”

“No thank you. I’m not really that hungry.” You went to sit down beside your friend and gave a smile. “They do smell amazing though.”

“They are amazing! Aunt Hilda works magic in the kitchen… Pun intended.”

You stifled a laugh, letting yourself get more comfortable around the new group. “I’m sure she does.”

Hilda, despite your previous objections, put a plate down in front of you. “You should try to eat, flower.” She insisted. “A good breakfast makes a good day.”

You laughed, and took a bite. It was delicious. Maybe you’d eat a whole plate after all.

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Ambrose Spellman x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 1046

Warnings: Nothing!

Y/N: Your Name 

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I was walking through the freshly fallen snow and smiled. It was a perfect day, but I needed to help my Father out at the museum. I absolutely loved going there and seeing all the different artwork, but working there occasionally was so much better. Hardly anyone would show up today with all the snow outside, but it didn’t matter to me. Father was having me dust a few things and make sure they were perfect. That when I noticed him. He was a boy, looked to be older and I’ve seen him with my friend Sabrina before. He was gorgeous and I decided I would take just a quick break and draw him. I glanced at him and started sketching. It was a little hard since he kept looking around, but I managed. I got everything perfect, except I didn’t get to draw his face… He never looked my way long enough to draw it properly. I looked up and accidentally dropped my pencil. I sighed and looked up and he was standing in front of me, holding my pencil. My eyes widened and I blushed. 

“You’re really good.” He said, in a british accent. 

“T-Thank you.” I said and took my pencil from him. 

“But you forgot my face.” He said. 

“Heh… Um yeah…” I blushed deeper. 

“So why don’t you?” He asked and sat next to me. 

“Oh…um… A-Are you sure? I mean… Aren’t you like… busy or something?” I asked, cursing myself for being so nervous. 

“Not particularly. I mean I’m looking for a painting for my cousin, but that can always wait.” He said with a smile. 

“So, go on, finish it.” He encouraged and I bit my lip. I looked down at the paper and back up at him. He was so handsome… I quickly sketched in his face and he smiled brightly at me. 

“You are so talented.” He said and I blushed. 

“T-Thank you…” I said quietly. 

“Y/N? What are you doing? You’re supposed to be dusting!” Father said walking up to us. 

“Sorry Father, I just got… inspired.” I said with a slight blush. He looked down at my sketch book and then to the boy sitting next to me. 

“Right… Just don’t take too long or you’ll be dusting till midnight.” He said and walked off. My cheek burned red and I quickly closed my sketch book, placing it in my bag. 

“S-Sorry, but I should get back to work.” I said, standing up and started to dust again. 

“Actually, might you be able to help me find this painting?” He asked and showed me a picture and I smiled. 

“Oh that’s Inferno, done by Franz von Stuck.” I answered and his face lit up. 

“Do you guys have it on display here?” He asked and I nodded. 

“We just got it in a few weeks ago, my Father put it on display last week. He wanted to make sure everything was perfect for it.” I said as I started to walk in the direction of the painting. 

“Here it is!” I said and he looked at it with wide eyes. 

“It’s much more creepy in person.” He said and I nodded. 

“What can you tell me about it?” He asked. 

“Well, it’s a reference to Dante Alighieri’s journey through hell. Stuck may have been traditional in the symbols he chose, but the colors and poses are oddly modern. And-” 

“What about the artist himself?” He asked, cutting me off. 

“Franz? Well he was a German painter, sculptor, printmaker, and architect. He was best known for his paintings of ancient mythology though. Many of his paintings are considered very dark and creepy, the tend to give people and uneasy feeling.” I said. 

“Did he make any other paintings related to Hell?” He asked. 

“Oh yes, in fact, one of my favorites is on display right over here.” I said and walked a bit to the right. 

“This is called Lucifer. He completed it in 1890 and some say that he met Lucifer which is why he painted this.” I said. I looked over and the boy stared at it with wide eyes. 

“Are you alright?” I asked and gently touched his arm. 

“Oh yes, just… admiring it.” He said after a moment. 

“Is there anything else you can tell me about this one?” He asked. 

“Well Ferdianand Maximilian Karl Leopild Maria of Bulgaria bought the painting for the royal collection in Sofia from Stuck’s studio in 1891. In 1930, King Borise Klemens Robert Maria Pius Ludwig Stanislaus Exaver added it to the National Museum and from 1948 it was part of the National Art Gallery. In 1985 it was transferred to the National Gallery for Foreign Art. It has been traveling from Gallery to Gallery for a while now, and some people say nothing but bad luck follows it.” I said and he looked at me. 

“But didn’t you say this was your favorite?” He asked and I nodded with a smile. 

“It’s so interesting. Just think that maybe he actually did meet Lucifer and this is what he actually looks like.” I said and he nodded. 

“Why do people say bad luck follows it?” He asked. 

“Well, I think people just say that because it has to do with Satan and people don’t particularly like him.” I said. 

“Do you?” He asked and I shook my head. 

“I won’t lie and say it doesn’t interest me, but if everything about him is true then no.” I answered and he nodded. 

“Well, thank you for your help Y/N. I do believe you helped me find what I needed.” He said and I smiled. 

“Happy to help, if you ever need anything I’m pretty much here all the time.” I said. 

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He smiled and held out his hand to me. 

“I’m Ambrose, by the way.” He said and I shook his hand. It felt magical and I blushed slightly. 

“It’s nice to meet you, but I should really get back to dusting before my Father kills me.” I said and he smiled. 

“I’ll see you around, Y/N.” He said and kissed my hand. I watched him walk off as butterflies exploded in my stomach. Wow I’ve got it bad…

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Imagine:Ambrose Spellman

You walk onto the porch and as you’re about to knock on the door you jump a little. “Ah Y/N.”

You sigh and Ambrose smiles at you with his mug in his hand. You smile back and say “ This is not the right time for your smart ass remarks Ambrose.”

He says, “ I’m sorry my love”

You say “Stop saying that!! It’s making me feel weird.”

He winks and says, “ Well my bad. You must be looking for Sabrina. I’ll let you in.”

He opens the door and lets you in. You say to him “Thank you.”

Ambrose looks at you and when Sabrina makes it downstairs she smiles. You both run to one another and hug. You sigh greatly and Sabrina asks, “What’s wrong Y/N?”

You rub your forehead and say “Would you guys believe me if I told you that I may be binded romantically to someone? Like from the past?”

Sabrina looks at you nodding and Ambrose asks, “To whom may I ask?”

You look at Ambrose and stare him in his eyes. Your eyes slightly shine and Ambrose freezes up a little. Ambrose says, “Y/N...”

You tear up and Sabrina says, “Y/N.”

You look at both of them and start to cry. Sabrina holds you tight and asks, “Why didn’t you tell us this about you before?”

You say “I was threatened if I said anything. I couldn’t hold this secret in any longer.”

Ambrose still stands there frozen with not one word said. You say, “I’m sorry to both of you. I was threatened to be burned alive if I said anything sooner. There’s witch hunters after me now. They found out I was planning to tell you guys about this. ”

Sabrina says, “Y/N I got your back no matter what. We will protect you, right Ambrose?”

Ambrose nods his head and walks away. Sabrina invites you into the kitchen and you all sit at the table. Ambrose finally says, “I knew there was something about you that got to me. I just never knew what until now.”

Sabrina asks you and Ambrose, “Can you both explain your sides of this story and what’s going on with th both of you?”

Ambrose says, “I’ll start first.”

To be continued??....

Should I continue this into a fanfic?? Please let me know if I should.

[whydoyouwantmyname]

Imagine agreeing with Ambrose to let Sabrina go out on her birthday....

“Why do I have a feeling we are going to be the next ones dead in your Auntie’s cemetery?” Your voice was a whisper as the front door of the house slammed, both you and your lover hand in hand as he stopped on the stairs, to face you.

“Oh we most definitely will, unless she decides to be on time.” He replied as he leaned forward to softly pepper your lips with a kiss.

“Well there is no one I would rather die with, and be resurrected with.” You smiled as you leaned forward again, and kissed him deeper then he had before.

“Now how about we spend some time together, before our untimely demises?” His voice filled with lust as the thought of much wanted alone time.

[im-a-writer-sometimes]

Make Me Happy (Ambrose Spellman x reader)

A/N: this gif does things to me djskshdbsj. Why aren't ppl in real life this attractive???? Chance Perdomo has totally fucked up my standards, jesus.

Warnings: none I think

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Your family had been close to the Spellmans for as long as you could remember. You had spent countless hours in their company, especially the company of one particular warlock. Ambrose and you went way back. As in, you were there when he tried to blow up the Vatican and you were the first one to tell him how stupid he was. You were there when he was sentenced to remain in that house and you were his shoulder to cry on.

So, when your mother told you that your family was going over to the Spellman's for dinner, you thought nothing of it. It was nothing out of the ordinary. When you arrived on their front porch, Ambrose was the one to open the door, sending you a smile as soon as he did.

"Lovely to see you Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N."

You parents filed into the house, you following close behind.

"And you as well, Y/N."

"Nice to see you too, Ambrose. How are things at the Academy going?"

He closed the door behind you, raising his eyebrows.

"It's, well, interesting, to say the least."

"And how is Luke doing?"

At this, Ambrose stopped in his tracks, freezing on the way to the dinner table.

"We broke up, actually. Just the other day."

"Oh, I'm so sorry," you rested a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Are you okay?"

"I'm holding up just fine. It was for the best."

You nodded as you both sat down at the table, joining in on the conversation that had started up with everyone else.

Dinner flew by, and soon everyone was just sitting around the table covered in empty dishes, talking and laughing.

"Do you want to head up to my room? Maybe talk? I feel like we haven't seen each other in forever."

You looked at Ambrose when he spoke, his voice barely audible. Sending him a smile, you nodded. You both excused yourselves as you ventured up towards his room. As soon as you walked through the door, you plopped down on his bed, sitting with your legs crossed.

"What did you want to talk about?"

Ambrose smiled as he sat down next to you, leaning back and resting his weight on his hands.

"Nothing in particular. Just wanted to spend some quality time with my favorite witch."

"I'm flattered. So what did you mean when I asked you about the academy earlier? What's so interesting about it?"

Ambrose chuckled, shaking his head.

"Let's just say the other warlocks there are not on the same page as me. I feel like they're part of some secret 'boys only' club."

You grimaced. "Yikes."

"That's a great word to describe how I'm feeling. I want to earn my freedom and all, but something feels off."

"Just follow your heart, 'Brose. You're smart enough to know what's right for you."

Ambrose looked at you and smiled.

"You always give the best advice, Y/N/N. It's infuriating."

"What?" You gasped. "How is that infuriating?"

"Because sometimes I simply want to bitch and moan and you have to go all deep on me."

"I'm sorry, I'm trying to be a good friend," you said, shaking your head with faux annoyance.

Ambrose laughed, scooching closer to you.

"Oh, don't get all salty on me. You know you love me."

You looked up at him, smiling.

"Yeah, unfortunately, I do."

You rested your head on his shoulder, and he pressed a gentle kiss to your hair.

"You're too good to me, Y/N/N."

"I know," you sighed. "I don't know what you did to deserve me."

"Oh, shut up."

You laughed, savoring the sweet moment you two were sharing.

"How are things with you? I feel like all we've talked about is me," Ambrose said after a little gap of silence. You perked up at this, remember the news you had forgotten to tell him.

"I got a job at the Academy, teaching divination."

Ambrose gasped, and you looked up at him.

"No!" He smiled. "Does that mean I'm gonna have to see you every day?"

"I'm afraid so."

"Oh, it would be too bad. You'll just get to hear me complain about Father Blackwood's Satanic Boy Scouts even more."

"Oh, joy."

"Honestly, though. I'm really happy for you. I mean, technically we'll be co-workers."

"Thank you, Ambrose. I'm excited. Hopefully, I'll get to teach 'Brina."

"When do you start?"

"This week, I'm not sure exactly when. The current teacher is retiring, so Fr. Blackwood said he'd let me know when she leaves."

He nodded, looking at you with a soft smile on his face.

"What?"

"Nothing."

You frowned at him.

"There is something going on in your head. Tell me."

"I just... you make me really happy, Y/N/N."

You smiled at his words.

"Thanks, 'Brose. You make me happy too."

"Y/N, we've been friends for a while. Do you maybe wanna try being something more?"

Your eyebrows shot up.

"Like.. date?"

"Yeah. I mean, we're gonna be seeing a lot more of each other, why not give it a shot?"

"Okay," you smiled, nodding your head. "Why not?"

There was a silence as you both looked at one another with a gentle smile on your faces.

"Can I kiss you?"

Ambrose laughed at your words.

"I thought you'd never ask."

[sweetpea-skarsgard-blog]

I’ll Be Waiting // Ambrose Spellman Imagine *smut*

((so this was hastily written and is probably full of bad grammar and is generally crappy. But as always I hope that it is good enough for someone to enjoy! I just love Ambrose so much <3 )) 

Warnings: smut, sexy, right into it- smut.

Just lying in bed seemed to be one of the males favorite pass times, staring up at his ceiling as he remembered his last tryst with his beautiful lover, Y/N. It had been months since he’d seen the young woman, no doubt traipsing around some foreign country and making the best of her life. But how could the man blame her, when he was the one who might as well have been shackled to this building. All because he dared to defy the Vatican, nearly exposing their kind.

Okay, so maybe the punishment fit the crime, having been spared the death penalty that the witches and Warlocks of the Church of Night loved to just hand out with ease. But he was still going to pout about  it, given the fact that he could never just go and find his lover- or experience the warm spring air of Paris once again. He knew that his torture could all be over if he would just give over the names of his co-conspirators.. But Ambrose Spellman was no snitch. He wasn't about to forsake his fellow witches and warlocks just to have his days in the sun once more. He could manage… even if at the moment all that he had were his thoughts to fully entertainment- that, and the promise that one day you would return to him.

It was a warm summer evening in the Spellman Mortuary, Sabrina having gone off with her mortal friends, Hilda out to the market, and Zelda off in the Church of Night for one of her most devout services. You were just lying beside Ambrose on his bed, tracing your fingers over the skin of his chest as his robe lay open, the man much to lazy to close it. Then again, it wasn't as though he felt the need to. You were the one person that he could feel completely at ease with- and given the fact that this old house lacked air conditioning, the fan of his bedroom was the only thing keeping the two of you from giving into the sweltering heat.

“Ambrose.. You know that I can do a snow spell.. Something to cool down the room a bit.” you muttered, preferring to have it a bit cooler so that it wouldn't seem so uncomfortable to be so close to him. But at your mention of the use of magic, Ambrose simply chuckled. “And then have you complaining about your toes being cold? Dear.. I know that you think it would help- but I doubt that I would appreciate shovelling snow out of my bedroom window when things get out of hand.” he teased, latting his touch linger on the exposed skin of your arm, before moving gently up and down the soft flesh.

You just groaned and then shook your head. “Well you’d best get your shovel then.. Because I plan on doing it.. Besides.. If it gets too cold, then you can just warm me up… I know that you have no problem finding the best ways of doing that.” You teased, sitting up and then straddling his lap. Ambrose got the idea, chuckling and placing his hands on your hips as you looked down at him. Closing your eyes, you slowly moved in his lap, starting your trance as you rolled your head over your shoulders. Swaying slightly, you got into the mood for the spell, chanting softly as he just admired you. “Sie ego nix. Frigora ventos” you chanted, making the warlock look up at your beauty. The way that your hair trailed down your shoulders, power flowing through you.. It made you look so- sexy… “Sie ego nix, Frigora ventos.” Ambrose repeated, rubbing his fingertips against your thighs as he tried to lend you his power.

The room slowly grew colder, finally a few snowflakes landing on the both of your overheated bodies. It was a nice change from the heatwave that Greendale had been experiencing.. Especially knowing that it was only the two of you whom would be experiencing the phenomenon. As you opened your eyes and looked down at him, the male chuckled and shook his head. “Seeing you defy the laws of nature.. Who could look more sexy doing such a thing?” the man flirted, pressing a hand on your lower back, his palm flat against your skin as you leaned down to press your lips against his.

“I happen to think that you look sexier defying the laws of nature.. But despite that, I know that it would start an argument that neither of us are really looking forward to hashing out. Who is sexier.. I happen to think that there are much better ways to settle the score.” The look of mischief in your eye only made a shiver travel up Ambrose’s spine, nipping at your lip for a moment before he flipped yourposition, letting your head fall back against he plush pillows.

“Hmm I think that you’re right about that.. Though the snow  doesn't look to be cooling you down too much… still as hot as ever.” the man mentioned, his fingers brushing underneath your shirt and then swiftly pulling it over your body. Clicking his tongue he just shook his head and looked down at you. “Now it seems that I am just making it worse, aren't I?” he chuckled, rubbing at your now exposed sides, the cool air filling the room starting to make your arousal more apparent as your nipples hardened underneath your bra.

“Ambrose- You’re play a dangerous game.. And I hope you know that I don't take well to being teased.” you warned, moving your hand down his chest and towards the bottom of his navel, just looping your finger into the elastic of his pants. Ambrose grunted as it snapped, relieving the pressure that was building within his boxers before it was quickly fired back upon him. You knew just how to get a rise out of the male, passion filling his gaze as he now held your wrist above your head.

“It’s you who is the dangerous one, Little Willow.” he smirked, using your nickname against you, the very name that made goosebumps travel up and down your frame. Ambrose had such an effect on you.. And while neither of you ahd ever actually uttered a semblance of the word ‘love’ you both knew it to be true in your hearts. Ambrose Spellman was the moon to your night, the stars to your sky.. The blood in your blood ritual- and what have you. He was the very person that you felt you couldn't stand a world without.. And though he had forced you to promise that you’d never allow him to hold you back, you would always come back to him.

But Ambrose didn't give you the time to articulate any of that, moving his lips down to your neck and sucking on that one spot above your collarbone that drove you wild. He knew your body after all of these years, every curve, every line.. The things that you loved and the way he could make you writhe underneath his tender touch. As you arch your back against him, your leg moved between his thighs, brushing your foot against the hardening bulge in his boxer shorts that was becoming more apparent as his kisses continued downward. Stopping his decent for a moment, Ambrose looked up at you with a warning look, clicking his tongue. “Darkheart.. You had better not be trying to get  a rise out of me.. In the- literal sense.” he warned, his tone taking a lower note to it, before he kissed right above your navel.

You on the other hand, only smirked and played coy. “I don't know what you mean.. Besides if that were what I was intending, I would say that you already had a head start.” you mentioned, motioning to the package in his shorts that was growing more aggressive. Ambrose sighed and then tugged your shorts down, not going as easily as he tended to, not taking his time. YOu were trying his patience with your teasing, and he knew that he just needed to get this show on the road- you were leaving for Fance the following night and well.. He needed to give you both something to remember in your time apart. “Yes well, I think that we will both get caught up in time.” he said, looking down at your panties and seeing the wet spot that only his words and tantalizing kisses had created.

Ambrose wasted no time in touching you, moving his fingers over your center through your underwear, brushing up against your clit in a way that made you jump slightly from the sensation. That reaction made him smile, before he moved down, gently mouthing over your core while his other arm kept careful hold of your hips. He didn't need you bucking up too excitedly, not when he was trying to drag this out. That small lining of your underwear separating him from what he truly wanted to taste, was driving him crazy. And so it wasn't long before he cast it off, pulling it down your legs and letting it fall to the other side of the room as he threw the lacy fabric carelessly. It wouldn't be the first time that you had lost your underwear in the confines of his messy room, but it was all worthwhile when his mouth continued its ministrations, nipping and licking at the sensitive bud between your legs. Sometimes you swore that Ambrose was a sex god- that he knew you as well as he knew the back of his hand.. But it seemed that your fun had only begun, as he pulled back, his chin glistening with the juices of your arousal. He had gotten you good and worked up.. But finishing you off then and there was never his intention. No, Ambrose was selfish in that way.. He wanted to feel you.. But not before you had your fun as well.

Ambrose had made no effort in removing his robe- in fact.. You thought it strange, but at times, getting him to remove the sash and have it open was even more erotic than the removal and exposure of his full body to your hungry eyes. He looked like a man who knew what he wanted, and how to get it.. Almost like a bachelor in a sense, one who needn't stoop down to any woman. But as he looked at you, there was a look that you could never get enough of. He looked at you like you were the only woman in the world for him. And that may as well have been the truth. Ambrose had never really had that sort of a connection with anyone else… and somehow he wished that he had met you before he came upon Aleister Crowley.  Maybe you’d be the one to talk him out of his idiotic intentions. Maybe then he’d be able to accompany you on your adventures.

But for now, this was all the adventure you needed, seeing the lust in his eyes as you both gave into your most carnal needs. Sitting up, you crawled to the edge of the bed, hungrily pulling him by the silk of his robe and in for another kiss. He was standing there, just smirking before your lips crashed into his, as if admiring his work. But at your touch, it seemed that all of his hesitation and need to drag things out had subsided. He needed you, and he needed to feel you now. There was no more time for the teasing and foreplay, not with his current thirst for you, spreading your legs and laying you on your back as he freed his member and kicked off his boxers in a haste.

Ambrose had lined himself up at your entrance, his breath hot against your neck as he looked into your eyes. Giving him the nod of approval he so desperately craved, you pressed your lips against his, as he pushed himself in, his hands now gripping at your hips once he was flush within you. Gasping out, you shut your eyes, Ambrose grunting in pleasure as his lips trailed over the skin of your neck. It was a bit rough, and sporadic the way that his hips moved.. But there was a method to his madness, ever push of his hips displaying a passion and feeling for you that only his movements could convey. “Fuck- Y/N. Satan be praised.. I am going to miss you.” Ambrose groaned, pumping his hips against yours in a way that let a sound linger in the room. The snow had begun to fall a bit more forcefully- though not nearly enough to be sticking. Each of his movements having an effect on the two of you in making the magic surrounding you intensify. Who knew that giving into such lustful actions would make things more powerful- if that were a thing, no wonder it was common for witches to have orgies in order to harness their energy for a large spell.

“I’ll come back.. I always come back to you Ambrose… Ah~” you groaned, as ambrose moved his hand to your thigh pulling your leg over his hip so that he could get a better angle. Ambrose felt his heart warm at that thought. Something so strange for a warlock to admit, seeing as they were cursed to love no one but the Dark Lord.. then again with you it seemed like there was a bit of an exception.

Ambrose was close, and you felt yourself nearing your release as well, dragging your nails down his back in a way that drew blood- soon to be soothed by the snow that was falling down. Grunting, he pumped in a few more times, before pulling out and releasing, falling to your side as his chest heaved, the white gently covering the dark silken pillows soothing the marks you;d left. Ambrose looked over at you, rubbing his hand up and down your thigh Ambrose nodded. “I’ll be waiting..” his tone was sincere, before he spoke once again. “To be fair. I have no choice in the matter.”  the warlock teased, a gentle smile on his face no matter how sad the comment.

[built-from-nothing]

Imagine Visiting Ambrose

You rap your fist against the aging grey door, nerves bubbling in your stomach. Despite Ambrose’s reservations about leaving the property, this is the first time you’ve ventured inside. Well, at least when his family was home. 

Taking a deep breath, you ready to knock again when a portly woman with cheek length blonde hair answers the door. “Ello, can I help you?” she asks, wiping her hands on the apron round her waist. 

“I’m here to see Ambrose.” Her brows quizzically dart inward as she steps aside.

“Oh, do come in. Ambrose loves a nice visit. Between us and the cadavers, he gets quite lonely, y’know. Always roaming the house looking for things to- well. I’ll go call him.” A grand staircase with platforms left and right sits opposite the main entry, centering the house. Rooms branch from the door, each one flowing to the next creating an almost spiral-like pattern. You take in the eccentric, earthly furnishings amid the Victorian architecture as she calls for Ambrose.

“Auntie, for the last time. When I’ve finished the incantation I’ll tell you.” Your eyelids flutter to meet the sound echoing through the old walls. Ambrose leans against the top banister, a smirk tickling at his lips. A purple silk robe hangs from his shoulders billowing behind him as he descends the stairs. The fabric parts across his bare chest revealing a thin trail of hair that gently slips beneath his waistband. 

“This fine young lady’s here to see you,” she chirps, trying to suppress a knowing smile.

“I see that. Yes, thank you Auntie Hilda.” Ambrose’s eyes sweep your body before motioning for you to follow. You ascend the stairs merely a step behind him, the soft material of his robe licking at your skin. Fingers graze your hand through the flowing silk, lacing with yours a moment later. A warmth emanates from his hand that slithers throughout your body leaving behind the strangest, most exhilarating feeling.

Faint melodies swirl through the corridor, growing louder as you near the door at the end of the hall. Ambrose extends his arm through the doorway, a cheeky smile plastered across his face. “Welcome to my humble abode.” You slip past him smirking as your fingers dance across the smooth skin above his waistline. 

“Feel free to make yourself at home, love.” You grip both ends of his scarf and pull him towards you, intending to do just that. 

[little-lemon-lattes]

The Set Up

🌜Zelda Spellman x fem! reader

—— Word count: 2.2k

—— Warnings: none, just a little bit fluffy 🥳

—— Summary: You are left home alone with Zelda one weekend and you’re full of nerves! She has been nothing but an ice queen since you met, and now seems like the perfect opportunity for her to tell you exactly what she thinks of you while everyone else is gone.

It was just the two of you in the house this weekend. Just Zelda, just you.

It shamed you to admit it, but when Hilda had told you that she was going to test the waters in staying the whole weekend with Dr C- followed closely by Ambrose and Sabrina’s revelations that they, too, would be spending the next few nights with their respective partners – it had been hard to contain the strange bubbly feeling that had ignited in your belly. Only you and Zelda in that enormous house, for two whole days and nights?! It would be an understatement to say that it was making you nervous.

Zelda Spellman was a formidable woman, to say the least. It had been close to three months now since Hilda had extended the Spellman hospitality to you, offering you a large and handsome room, along with all the usual luxuries everyone had grown so jealous of the Spellman cousins for. Hilda had never explained why she did it – you expected she had her reasons in there somewhere – but you were now, and in every essence, a part of the Spellman family. And it was no exaggeration to say that from almost the moment you had walked through their colossal front door (nothing but a rucksack in hand), all signs had pointed to Zelda’s utter disapproval of you.

You were desperate to gain even a simple ounce of her obviously hard-won trust. It was important to you that she see the magnitude of exactly how thankful you were for her hospitality at a point your life of Hades-bottom. You delivered blackcurrant-nightshade tea to her study, as she worked in her dressing gown to the late witching hour; astral travelling to the most obscure countries, to collect the newspapers for Zelda’s morning reading; and, on the odd occasion, hexing anybody you heard whispering unsavoury things about her in the hallways of the Academy.

And yet, for what? What had it all earned you?

Nothing but calculating scans and narrowed eyes.

Thus, you thought it seemed only natural to be nervous, alone in the mortuary with her. To be honest, it wouldn’t have totally shocked you if Zelda took the opportunity to finally tell you exactly what she thought of you, away from the ears of the other Spellmans. What the pair of you didn’t know, however, was that this was exactly what these ‘other Spellmans’ had in mind when vacating the house for that weekend.

At first, there had been an awful lot of plain staring coming from Zelda; and this alone had been enough to pique the interest of her sister Hilda. Hilda hadn’t been sure, at the time, if anyone else had noticed much out of the ordinary. But, having been by Zelda’s side for numerous centuries now, it almost immediately struck Hilda as strange the lack of comment supplied from her sister. She had always known Zelda to be a reasonably opinionated, and if she were caught looking for longer than usual at anything, it would be certain it was because she had something to say about it. Hilda supposed it was because her sister was unaware in those times that she even had an audience to provide commentary for. The younger Spellman sister had eventually cooked up a competition in her head of how many times a day she would look up from her little world at the stovetop and catch Zelda watching you. At first, it was all stoically and quizzically, as if analysing exactly what your every move meant; but later changing into something more girlish and slightly wistful, often with her cheek resting in the palm of her hand. Hilda would never dare mention it, of course. She suspected that Zelda wasn’t even aware that she was doing it.

Another such thing that Hilda suspected had emerged from her sister’s subconscious was the large percentage of conversation with Zelda that your name seemed to find its way into. Whether the younger witch was asking her if she wanted her pumpkin roasted, or her thoughts on the newest appointment of Transylvania’s High Priest, talk would always return to how illusive you were.

“ Do you mean to tell me, sister, that you don’t feel it every time she is in this damn house?”

“Erm... feel what, exactly, Zelds?” Hilda had peeped.

“I don’t know what it is, Hilda, you tell me!” she had exclaimed, “ some form of heaven-bent , wicked energy. Like electricity, one might say. Yes. I’m almost certain that y/n is slowly but surely cursing the entire mortuary, because – Hilda – it seems I can’t escape the nauseating feeling in my stomach, no matter what wing of the house we are in!”

Hilda had to draw on all the power of the mortal and immortal realms she could muster in order to keep a fit of laughter at bay. Her sister was definitely the smartest and most impressive witch she knew, but this little bout of oblivion where you were concerned totally provided some much-needed comedy to Hilda’s day. Her certainty at what was going on was only confirmed further, when Sabrina had come to her with interesting reports of a mystery master of hexes striking in the hallways of the academy.

“ - and naturally, I had to do a bit of digging,” Sabrina continued,

“ Naturally,” her aunt had agreed.

“ So I took it upon myself to do a bit of… ‘Q and A’ with the victims, let’s call them. And, once I’d persuaded them to loosen their tongues a little bit, a pattern begin to emerge: they all admitted to having a little word or two about Aunt Zelda. Interesting, huh? But just wait for it, Aunty, here’s the kicker. Guess when the hexing started?”

“Hmmm... I don’t know, my love, when?” Except, she was pretty sure she did know.

“ Three months ago! Right about the time that-“

“- Y/n started teaching at the Academy.” Ambrose finished for her, as he materialised in the kitchen next to Sabrina and their aunt.

“ Forgive my interruption, cousin, Auntie. Coincidentally, I was looking for Sabrina to discuss with her whether Satan had finally removed my frontal cortex, or if I wasn’t the only one who had noticed the abnormal, puppy-like devotion for Aunt Zelda that constantly radiates from y/n?”

“YESSSS!” The women shouted together.

“ Ah good. My cortex lives to see another day.” Ambrose remarked.

“Well, to be fair though,” Hilda started, “I do think it’s partly because the poor dear feels as if she has to move Hell and Earth just to melt away even a teensy bit of that awful ice that Zelda has gone and put up around herself.”

“Yeah, what is with that? I swear I haven’t seen her so closed off, like... EVER. And what did y/n ever do to her?” Sabrina remarked.

“Why, isn’t it obvious, cousin? She’s put a spell on dear Aunt Zee. And not the kind that can be cast, if you take my meaning.”

You had finally arrived home for the evening. Shrugging your midnight-blue coat off and replacing it on the coat rack, you called into the open abyss of the house: “It’s just me, Zelda!”

Hilda, Ambrose, and Sabrina had all left that morning, meaning it was just you, Zelda, and Uncomfortable Tension left in the house.

There was no answer to your call, and it felt pretty chilly in the house on that midwinter’s evening. Pulling the pins from your French twist, you flicked a lazy hand at the hearth. Orange flames sprung to life where seconds before had been merely dust. You decided that Zelda was probably busy in her study, and wanted to be left alone. You would take a plate of food to her later. So, you began climbing the stairs to your room on the third floor, directly above the Spellman sisters’, unwinding your scarf as you went. Letting it dangle open around your shoulders, you turned the corner of the second floor staircase toward your chambers. Your eyes slid past the sisters’ door out of habit. As you raised your foot to continue your ascent, you stopped. Zelda was sitting on the edge of a meticulously perfect-made bed that you could only assume was hers, staring glassy-eyed into space. The expression on her face made your heart hurt for a moment; it looked as if she were in slight pain. She was gently biting her lip, and the outer corners of her eyes were tilted down. She fiddled nervously with her fingers.

You backed up a few paces, coming to rest outside her door. Crossing your arms, you leant your head against the frame, waiting to see if she would acknowledge you. But, it seemed as if she had no idea that you were even there.

“Zelda...? Is everything alright?” you ask tentatively. Suddenly, her obvious anxiety began to make you anxious. Though you seemed to have broken her from her trance, because at your words, her eyes flickered to your place at the doorframe, and her expression morphed into something a little nauseous. It was evident that something big was on Zelda’s mind. You had crossed the room in seconds to her, and sank into the mattress next to her.

“What is it? What’s wrong? I know you don’t trust me, Zelda, I get that... but just know that you can tell me anything you feel you need.”

The Spellman let out a tiny puff of air, as if she had been holding her breath. There was silence for a minute as you watched her. It was clear that was carefully choosing her words.

“It’s just...” she tried to begin, “I just... I have had something playing across the many facets of my mind lately, y/n, and-“ she sighed, “I have become briefly overwhelmed by exactly how unattainable to me it is.”

You were shocked. Something unattainable to THE Zelda Spellman? Impossible. And you told her as much.

She smiled at you ruefully.

“Unfortunately, y/n, I think this time that you are wrong.”

You frowned.

“Why? Why would I be wrong? Why is this thing so out of your reach?”

Your mind, as keen as ever, was desperate for answers.

Zelda swallowed, and glanced at you. You replied with an inquisitive raise of your eyebrows. She inhaled, expelling everything in her breath out: “Because my prime came and went centuries ago. I’m nothing but an old crone!” She buried her face in her hands.

That was it; that was all it took for your heart to break into a million pieces.

All reservations out the window, you took her hand fiercely and turned your body to completely face her. Your knees were touching hers.

“That is the most utter nonsense, you hear me? You’re easily the most powerful, awe-inspiring, shining witch in any given room, plus the fact that you’re definitely the most stunningly beautiful woman I’ve ever seen! You can-“ Your words were beginning to catch up with your brain, and it seemed that everything you felt for her that you had desperately tried to quash was deciding to make an appearance too, “-you can... do anything you put your mind to.”

The sentence ended on nothing more than a whisper. Shit. Well, that wasn’t exactly the way you would have appreciated being exposed.

You had convinced yourself that Zelda was something of a role model to you and that you were ongoingly gracious for her hospitality- when in truth, she had probably been the least hospitable to you of the family. That explanation had been easy to tell yourself- she was just SO great that you wanted to be her! Not be with her, right? Wrong. The time for a taste of reality had come.

Zelda looked gobsmacked. She frowned a little, as if trying to work something out. After a brief pause, she asked: “Does that mean what I think it does?”

You swallowed.

“What exactly do you think it means?”

The other woman looked a bit meek for a moment. You could tell that her inherently Zelda-ish fear of being wrong was toying with her.

“That maybe... it’s not so out of my reach after all?”

The way her voice raised at the end of the sentence had the astounding effect of transforming her into a scared little girl in a millisecond. Could she BE any more vague, though? She wasn’t addressing your slip of the tongue at all!

Oh hold on.

Unless...?

You chose your next words very carefully.

“That’s precisely what I’m saying.”

It seemed that you had thrown her! She let go of your hand and looked away from you to her feet, all while biting her lip again. She dug her nails into her palm.

When Zelda looked up at you again, she seemed ten times braver than she had moments ago, when she had looked to the ground.

“Would I be overstepping my place if I were to do this,” the High Priestess slid her hand up your thigh, “or this,” she placed her hand on your cheek, “or this?”

She finished by leaning in so close that your foreheads were touching.

By Hecate, she took your breath away. You stilled for a few seconds, just to really see her this close, and to admire every single pore of her being. You could feel Zelda’s laboured breath on your skin, dripping with want.

Finally, you spoke.

“Not at all.”

And it was you who closed the space between the pair of you, smiling against her lips. ✨

[frost-queen]

Shared deal (Reader x Weird sisters)

Requested by: Anon, Forever tag: @missmelodramatic​, @theletterhart​, @alex--awesome--22​, @elllie-does-the-posts​, @floatlosers​, @queen-of-books​, @merlieve​, @glimmering-darling-dolly​, @denkisclown​, @automaticbakeryfreakshoe​, @meyocoko​, @bubblybrianna​, @october-leaves​

A/n: We are speaking about the Weird sisters of course so you can expect it to be intense.

Prudence purred her lip up, her hand gracefully tilted back whilst her other hand touched her elbow. – “Will you look at that.” – said she in a soft deep tone. She let her tongue touch one of her teeth for a moment as she smiled cunningly. She dropped her hand, turning more towards the scenery. Prudence watched you in the distance with Sabrina by your side. The two of you were laughing. Prudence purred like a jealous kitty once you touched Sabrina’s hand, laughing at her. – “That little witch needs to have it all.” – said she with a glare. Prudence couldn’t observe anymore as she felt her wicked blood boil at the sight of it. 

Like a poison running through her veins. She hissed at Sabrina, spinning around sharply. She gave the two witches she passed a side-eye. Prudence made way for her dormitory where Agatha and Dorcus were having a pillow fight. Prudence entered agitated. Dorcus and Agatha caught up with it quickly, lowering their pillows. – “What is it sister?” – asked Agatha, tilting her head to the side. Prudence sneered, trying to smile while she was truthfully raging.

“I don’t like Sabrina.” – responded she. Dorcus snickered brief. – “Don’t we all.” – Prudence snapped her head in her sisters direction, making Dorcus swallow nervously. – “This time it is different.” – continued she, stepping around, her heels clicking on the marble floor. – “How so?” – asked Agatha, seating herself down with the pillow pressed against her chest. – “Sabrina is having her little hands around something of mine.” – Prudence tried to stay optimistic, but she was having a hard time with it. Agatha and Dorcus looked at each other in wonder. – “What has she taken from us?” – It was Agatha who dared to ask the question, seeing the angerly expression in her sisters eyes. 

“Y/n!” – hissed Prudence out. Dorcus gasped loud, moving her hands in front of her mouth. Agatha turned her gaze down, clenching her jaw. – “That little mortal!” – spitted Agatha out. Dorcus glared, inhaling sharply. The three sisters staid in silence, brooding on their wicked thoughts.

“Are you sure you can’t stay a little longer?” – asked you, holding Sabrina’s hand. Sabrina shook her head. – “Sorry Y/n, my aunties need me at home.” – you pouted your lips, seeing her smile at that. – “I promise I’ll be back before you know it.” – said Sabrina to reassure you. You sighed soft, batting your eyes down. – “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.” – answered you. – “See you tomorrow Y/n.” – Sabrina and you hugged as a goodbye. You walked with Sabrina till the door. Waving at her. When she was out of sight, went you back inside the academy of the unseen arts. You already missed her. She hadn’t left a minute ago and you already missed her terribly. You decided to sit down the broken statue of the dark lord. 

You weren’t sure yet what you had with Sabrina, but it felt nice. Was it a deep friendship? Equal liking? Love? Whatever it was, you didn’t want it to go away. Sabrina made you look different upon the world. The world isn’t always split into night and day. As children of the night, there was so much around you if you simply took a moment to see it. The children of day were strange to your opinion. Vulnerable and fragile. Perhaps their Lord was not as powerful into providing it’s pupils with a form of the arts. Yet Sabrina was half a part of that. She made you review the children of day a bit different. Having met some of her friends, you knew now not all children of day were weak or fragile.

When it was time for bed, went you to your dormitory. You walked in surprised to see the Weird sisters sit so close by each other. Their heads went up to you, smiling wickedly. Prudence sat down as Agatha and Dorcus stood beside her. – “Tell me Y/n did you ate from the forbidden fruit?” – Asked Prudence with a wicked sneer. – “Forbidden fruit?” – repeated you, walking up to your bed. The sisters were already in their night gown as you slowly started to undress yourself. – “Yes, that taste of golden and black, have you not tasted it?” – said Dorcus, resting her elbow on Prudence her shoulder. – “I have no idea in what riddle you are talking Dorcus.” – replied you, putting on your white night gown.

“Perhaps a certain mortal will spark up your memory?” – questioned Agatha, quirking her eyebrow up. Prudence moved her hand gracefully to her sister, sharing some comfort for her to not explode. – “Can’t you just tell me what this is about?” – asked you. Dorcus removed herself from Prudence, walking over to you. – “My wicked Y/n.” – purred she out, moving her hand over your shoulder to lay your hair aside. Dorcus came leaning in, breathing against your skin. It tickled as you swallowed nervously. Agatha came joining in, moving the other part of your hair aside. – “Didn’t you know…” – said she, her lips brushing against your neck. – “We don’t like to share.”

Agatha then planted a soft kiss in your neck, making you close your eyes. Dorcus inhaled deep, taking in your smell. Dorcus lifted your hand up, looking down at it. She let her fingers brush over them, barely a touch. – “Is… is this about Sabrina?” – asked you out of breath. Agatha let her head rest in the nook of your neck, looking back at her sister. Prudence got up, walking up to you. – “Witches like to share…” – said Prudence. She came standing before you, Dorcus letting her hand run down the side of your face. Prudence then grabbed your chin, squeezing it firmly. – “But we don’t!” – She tilted your head back, making you grasp for air. You finally understood what was going on. The weird sisters were jealous. 

All those years of playing around with them, even being considered their fourth sister bit them back. Like a venomous viper had you bit them to bleed. You knew they wouldn’t let this go. When the sisters were jealous, the entire earth could shake. You pushed Prudence her hand back, tilting your head back up. You smiled wickedly, knowing you had to fight fire with fire. – “Sisters.” – spoke you in a seductive hushed tone. The three of them widened their eyes in delight at the sound of your voice. You let your finger trail down Agatha’s cheek. Dorcus taking your hand as she laid her head down against it, stroking it.

You then touched Prudence her chin, seeing her smile. – “I have not forgotten about you.” – It pleased them to hear that. Having a sister jealous was a dangerous thing. Better not upset it or hell would rain over. You removed your hand from Dorcus, laying it against Prudence her neck. You kissed her on the lips, allowing her to process it all. You then turned to Agatha, kissing her slowly. Your last kiss was with Dorcus as you felt a bit of tongue. They were all satisfied. – “Will you give up on Spellman?” – asked Prudence, letting her finger circle on your palm. – “I cannot.” – said you, making Prudence snap her hard expression at you. 

You had to corner them if you wanted to keep going with Sabrina in any way you wanted. – “You need to allow me to experience and explore this.” – you pulled your hand back from her. The three of them coming to stand before you. – “I told you Y/n!” – calmly expressed Prudence, her eye close to twitching. – “You don’t like to share, I know.” – filled you in. – “But.” – you stretched your arm out to them, letting them take in your smell. – “If you want to keep this fruit… you must sacrifice a thing or two for it.” – Like hungry vampires were they drawn to you. You pulled your arm back, seeing them blink themselves awake.

Agatha, Dorcus and Prudence each shared a look, considering in silence. – “Agreed!” – said they all in sync. You smiled. Now you could explore whatever you had going on with Sabrina further and keep the weird sisters as your allies. They were very important to keep close as friends. You wouldn’t wish their wrath on your worst enemy.  

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Wednesday/The Addams Family

Larissa Weems

Killing Me Softly (Larissa Weems/f!reader) (NSFW)

Our Own Private World (Larissa Weems/gn!reader)

Morticia Addams

Nothing yet!

Doctor Who

Thirteenth Doctor

Nothing yet!

Yasmin Kahn

Nothing yet!

NOTE: I have only recently started watching. I started on S11, and I'm on S12 now. I know some, but not all, of the previous lore/events. Already having a great time with this show, and would love to write some neat stuff for it, but bare with me while I get my footing in this fandom.

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Ambrose Spellman

The Morning After. (Drabble) (Ambrose/gn!reader)

Zelda Spellman

Rematch (Zelda Spellman/f!reader)

Hilda Spellman

Nothing yet!

Into the Spider-Verse

Olivia Octavius

Nothing yet!

Aunt May

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Mrs. Fletcher

Eve Fletcher

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Third and final chapter, finally up! 

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Shit Happens Series Continuation Part 3: Ambrose Spellman: Shite!!

Part 2

You pace back and forth. You say, “Ambrose is gone!!”

Sabrina says, “Y/N, please calm down.”

You scream, “AMBROSE!! STOP PLAYING AROUND!!”

Zelda sighs and says, “Shut it. He’s gone and we’re going to find him.”

Hilda says, “Darling, we are going to get to the bottom of this.”

You breathe in deeply and then exhale. You stand up thinking and you say, “I got it!!”

Everyone looks at you. You say, “This might be because of our daughter or Blackwood..”

Sabrina asks, “How old is she now?”

You say, “She’s roughly like maybe 10. I don’t know why, but I carried her for a long time. While, trying to stay hidden it was becoming more challenging to hold her as a secret. It’s like a con of holding her.”

Zelda says, “We’re creating a plan because this is dangerous. We will also figure out who took Ambrose and the meaning behind this.”

While you, Zelda, Hilda, and Sabrina are plotting...

Ambrose POV

You sit up quietly and opens your eyes up quickly. You see Y/N when she was younger looking at an image of you and crying. You reach out for her and say, “Y/N...”

She doesn’t hear you and she turns around slowly to reveal herself carrying a baby girl. She twitches slightly and she says, “Ambrosia, your daddy would fall in love you. I wish he could’ve met you. Blackwood is chasing after you my sweet baby. They have thought you were Dorian’s for so long and finally found out who you really belong to. They still killed my father because of you. You never make a deal with a demon and expect to win everything. I hated that man, but he didn’t deserved I die.”

You smile looking at her and Ambrosia together. You gets up slowly and you see her eyes start to glow a light pink color. She starts to wave her hand that slowly turns into a paw on Ambrosias’ face and they both smile at the same time. She moves closer to her face and lowly say, “My sweet little Ambrosia Spellman, you will be a wolf,witch, mortal, if you take after me, but now I shall make you a mortal until when you choose to be warlock forever. You get to choose what age you want to be and make a smart choice. You are my beautiful baby girl and you shall be protected from all that tries to hurt you. You are stronger than most and you will be smart. You are a Spellman.Your father should find out about us one day.”

She walks to a crib and finally sprinkles some dust on her. She kisses her forehead and she opens her eyes. She smiles at her and raises her hands making a heart. She smiles and kiss her face. She starts to pack and she looks at her again. She says, “Screw this, you’re coming with me.”

She builds a carrier and puts Ambrosia in it. She says, “Mama.”

She looks at her in shock and say, “Smart at such a young age. Mama is here and may get hurt. I will look for your father and find you again. I love you.”

She falls asleep. She puts her final stuff in and begins to run out of the house. You get up and start running with the younger version of Y/N and finally see Blackwood at the corner. She turns the corner and You scream, “Y/N, No!!”

She is hit and Blackwood hovers over her. She cries and he takes the carrier. He says, “Thanks for the baby. Now go before I kill you.”

He slaps her and she starts to bleed. She turns around and he’s gone. She starts to scream and cry. You watch as he sees the younger Y/N crying in the middle of the woods. You walk up to her slowly and hug her tightly. Younger her sniffles and lifts up her head a little. She shivers when she feels something like an embrace. You start to tear up and sniffle. She says, “Unacceptable. My daughter shall be found one day. I don’t know if he’ll ever find out about you baby girl.”

You watch as she gets up and pull out a jar. She grabs a twig and tears a little bit of skin. Her blood drops into it and her eyes glow into red. She glows and then, laughs. She stabs herself and pull out the twig. She’s are still alive and says, “Now, I’m alive.”

She patches up the cut and tear pieces of clothes away. She starts to run the other way into the woods and the vision fades.

There’s a little girl with glowing eyes and curly hair crying on her knees. You ask, “Ambrosia, is that you?”

She looks up slowly and says, “Dad..”

You open up your arms and she runs into your embrace. She says, “Daddy, I finally met you.”

You say, “ You’re beautiful just like your mother.”

She smiles and says, “I look like you Daddy.”

You laugh and ask, “Where are you?”

She says, “Blackwood has held me captive. He only takes me out to abuse my powers. I’ve been pretending I hate you and mommy for so long.”

You say, “We’re both going to get you out of there. Hold onto me.”

She holds your embrace and you both transport back to the house in your room.

YOUR POV

You say, “ I think I got this.”

Sabrina asks, “Are you sure Y/N?”

You nod and you lay on the morgue table. You have candles around you and you close your eyes. They transport you into the woods.

You see darkness and open up your eyes to see nothing.

Ambrose POV

Holding Ambrosia in your arms and running down stairs fast. You find Sabrina, Zelda, and Hilda holding hands around Y/N’s unconscious body. You scream and they all look at him in shock. You ask, “What are you doing?!”

They all look at Ambrosia and she says, “Mommy.”

Sabrina says, “Y/N went looking for you two!!”

Ambrose paces back and forth. Sabrina runs to Ambrosia and hugs her close. Ambrosia smiles at her and says, “Cousin Sabrina.”

Sabrina looks in shock and asks, “What might your name be?”

Ambrosia smiles and says, “Ambrosia Spellman.”

Her eyes glow and she shakes her curls. Zelda and Hilda start to look in shock. You say, “ We can do introductions later. We have to resurrect Y/N.”

They all look at one another and Ambrosia whips up a cookie out of nowhere. She eats it and looks at the family.

Your POV

You open your eyes and see Ambrose and Ambrosia disappear. Blackwood grabs you by your face and throws you into the torture chamber. You start to huddle to yourself and cry. You start get up quickly and slowly start to faint...

Shall I continue?? Let me know if y’all want me to continue!!

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Thinking of getting back into the world of writing. Time to bring my crazy headcanon to life with a fanfic about Ambrose secretly being Zelda's son. #MirandaOtto #ZeldaSpellman #Fanfiction #chaos #thechillingadventuresofsabrina

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First Thing’s First

I have decided to start this new section. It is called first thing’s first, because there is a question, and my friends (or anyone I find interesting enough, there are many interesting characters in school) have to answer the first thing that comes to their mind. Simple. Easy peezy lemon squeezy. Additionally, we can put to test how well we photograph. Photographs are weird. One moment frozen forever? Magical, almost.

This episode’s question: Response to someone saying they’d die for you.

— season 1, episode 1