#ambrose spellman one shots

[potter-head-phanatic]

Upcoming Fics!

Hey everyone, I just wanted to share a list of fics that I have been working on, in order! Sorry I havent really been active recently but I am done school for the summer so I will be writing a lot more for the next 3 and a half months! Particularly about Bridgerton because season 3 part 1 has me in my feels 😭

Masterlist Bridgerton siblings x fem!Bridgerton Type of fic: One Shot Request: 8 times y/n was there for her siblings and the time they were there for her Requested by: me Ambrose Spellman x reader Type of fic: Song fic (Hurricane Drunk by Florence + The Machine) Request: Reader and Ambrose were together a long time ago. He fell out with her over something, idk over what? She still loves him all these years later. They're at the Spellman house as there's a party to celebrate the end of Ambrose's House imprisonment. Reader finds it hard to watch him dancing with someone else and being affectionate with them Requested by: Anon Jane Volturi x Autistic!Fem!Reader Type of fic: Headcannon Request: just jane and an autistic fem reader were they like jump and clap when happy and will refuse to wear velvet and talks about harry potter 24/7 because its there special interest Requested by: @bigirl49 Billy Marlin x Reader Type of fic: One Shot Request: they plot would be like i'm a witch and Billy liked it bc he see me in the mortal school whit Sabrina Requested by: Anon Colin Bridgerton x Fem!Reader Type of fic: One Shot Request: perhaps colin becomes obsessed with a girl who is lower class or not in society, but she doesn’t really want to get married. her parents are very forceful (it’s a chance for them to all finally have money) along with colin, as he will not take no for an answer and only wants reader. you can make it as dark as you’re comfortable with! i’d love to see colin forcing her to start a family with him and maybe she grows to love him after all. thank you & feel free to change any details! Requested by: @flowercrowns-goodvibes Paul Lahote x Fem!Human!Reader Type of fic: Song fic (Average Girl by Emily Osment) Request: Before Paul phased for the first time, he was in a long term relationship with you. Things were going great, until they weren't. He cheats on you, feeling like he wasn't good enough for you and that he would ruin you, wanting you to be away from him, until he imprints on you Requested by: me Emmett Cullen x Fem!Lahote!Reader Type of fic: One Shot Request: Y/N, the sister of resident hot head Paul Lahote finally convinces him to let her train with them to get ready to fight the new born army. Little did she know, she was going to learn more than just battle strategies. Requested by: me

[360iris]

Okay just a thought…. people are saying this could be after Marie explodes Cate’s hands as a way of getting revenge for making her sit on the sideline with Indira

but what if the blood is backsplash from Andre getting shot or something???? The specks on her face just don’t look like enough blood otherwise… idk y’all

​it would be batshit INSANE if they let the black boy who literally controls METAL get shot tf up because he jumped in front of Cate’s ass but 🤦🤦

I can’t write it off completely because with him so desperately wanting to be the hero and all— it totally seems like some shit he would do

Like realistically she isn’t going to scream like that if something happened to Marie/Jordan/Sam/Emma… Andre’s the only one she cares about like that anymore soooo

rip in power ig bro, didn’t know you long… and you didn’t get to serve cunt like I hoped you would as like an Ambrose Spellman 2.0 unfortunately

[locke-esque-monster]

A few years ago, @chasingowlsdownalleys and I watched The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina together. Ambrose was obviously our favorite character, and yet that poor guy was stuck with the thankless role of Cassandra - knowing everything happening was bad idea but not being able to stop it.

By the final season, we had summed up Sabrina and Ambrose's relationship as such:

Sabrina: "Hey, so you know how things are terrible? I have this incredibly reckless way to fix it."

Ambrose: "Do not do that. I have a library full of books saying that will end horribly."

Sabrina: "Nah, I got this. It'll be fine. We're in an impossible problem and this is the best solution."

Ambrose: *gestures at books with a vein popping on his forehead* "BUT THE BOOKS!"

*One episode later*

Sabrina: "Hey, so that thing I did kind of solved problem A, but it had all these unforeseen consequences that are actually way worse than the issue before. But don't worry, I have a new plan! It's a little reckless, but I got this. "

Rinse and repeat.

@chasingowlsdownalleys and I were discussing this in detail and how stressed Ambrose was all the time and how unfortunate that was as our favorite character. Not only that, but it seemed we were the only ones aware of the toll it took on Ambrose. And she then declared "And I, for one, care about Ambrose Spellman's blood pressure."

And that statement has been rattling around in my mind all through season 2 of Daredevil. Poor Foggy Nelson. I feel so bad he's been perpetually left with the mess Matt has left behind, and it only got worse this season. Like when Matt signs him up defending Frank Castle for the trial of the century, then proceeds to immediately bail on planning the case, and flake out throughout it like the world's worse partner in a group project. And then when he does show up, he fails to do the one task Foggy set for him (even though that's more Frank's or the Kingpin's fault than Matt's). And after all this, Foggy is left to be confronted by Matt's sort-of girlfriend/co-worker who can't understand why Matt is a mess. A woman Foggy almost dated himself, and is now stuck in the uncomfortable position of neither lying to her, or spilling Matt's secret. Keep in mind, Matt's actions cause a chain reaction to basically every stressful thing that happens to Foggy this season, including Foggy getting shot.

I mean, I love how Foggy gained all this confidence in himself as a lawyer as part of this. I love people seeing his value and the opportunities he's going to have because of it. Even if it's the end of Nelson and Murdock, I'm glad Foggy can get some breathing room from Matt so his career isn't so tied to the mess Matt is, because I think it'll give their friendship some chance to breathe and maybe even recover. But through all that, I still couldn't help repeating to myself in my head, almost gleefully, like a secret: "And I, for one, care about Foggy Nelson's blood pressure."

[queennsansa]

Hi! Can you do the HP meme game for CAOS characters? I'd love to see what you come up with! Kay, thanks, bye!

Thanks for the ask, it's been a while! Alright, here we go...

Sabrina

Nick

Harvey

Zelda

Lilith

Rosalind

Ambrose

Prudence

Agatha

Hilda

Father Blackwood

Lucifer

Have you ever read a 6/11 fic?

Have I ever read a Roz/Father Blackwood fic? No, and I have no desire to :’) what a way to start off this questionnaire!

What would happen if 12 got 8 pregnant?

What if Lucifer got Prudence pregnant. You should see my face right now. Nope, not answering that. That would be a very different show.

Can you read fics about 9/3?

Hmmm, I’ve never read Agatha/Harvey but I’m not opposed to it. We don’t know all that much about Agatha but maybe he’d be good for her!

Would 2 and 6 make a good couple?

Nick/Roz? Honestly, I see the vision. I’d read that. She has enough spark to intrigue him while being a bit steadier and nicer than Sabrina. He has that sad bad boy thing going on and I don’t think she’d be all that charmed by it, but maybe if she got to see him in a different light? I’m here for it!

5/9 or 5/10?

Lilith/Agatha or Lilith/Hilda… Okay you know what, I think Lilith/Hilda would be genuinely hilarious. Hilda has some serious darker depths and I think she could keep up with Lilith. A real opposites attract. Wouldn’t last, but wouldn’t it be fun to see the journey?

What would happen if 7 walked in on 1 and 12 making out?

What if Ambrose walked in on Sabrina and Lucifer? He’d hopefully perform an exorcism.

Make a summary for a 3/10 fic.

Goodness. Okay.

Ten years after Harvey left Greendale, a mysterious and disconcerting message has him returning to his hometown. He encounters a ghost town with only one light in the dark night—the Spellman house. And his ex-girlfriend’s aunt Hilda, who seems convinced Greendale is dying and Harvey is the only one who can save it. Together, they attempt to solve the mystery of what happened to Greendale, but more lurks outside the house than just the ghosts of their past…

Is there anything such as 1/8 fluff?

I’m sure there’s Sabrina/Prudence fluff out there but I’ll be honest, that doesn’t seem like the appeal of a pairing like that. I’d like to see some enemies-to-lovers, messy angst.

Suggest a title for a 7/12 hurt/comfort fic.

Ambrose/Lucifer? Lol. Okay. Well, the song I was listening to when I got to this question was a cover of Franz Ferdinand’s Take Me Out by Young Summer. It’s not giving hurt/comfort vibes but maybe in their own way it could be? So there, a line from the song as a title: "A Shot Away From You". Nicely ambiguous and eerie.

What might 10 scream out in a moment of passion?

Hilda would absolutely scream out “oh dear” or something.

If you wrote a 1/6/7 fic, what would the warnings be?

Sabrina/Rosalind/Ambrose. Aside from the ‘incest’ warning I think this would be quite wholesome actually!

When was the last time you read a fic about 5?

I’m not sure I’ve read a Lilith fic before, I usually stuck to fic about the kids. Wouldn’t be opposed, I could be here for Lilith/Zelda for example.

“Sabrina and Agatha are in a happy relationship until Agatha suddenly runs off with Zelda. Sabrina, brokenhearted, has a one night stand with Father Blackwood and a brief, unhappy affair with Lucifer, then follows the wise advice of Lilith and finds true love with Harvey.” What title would you give this fic? Name three people on your friends list who might read it. Name one person who should write it.

I love that this like… almost makes sense? Sabrina/Harvey as endgame cracked me up. I would name this fic “long story short” after the Taylor Swift song. I wouldn’t make anyone write or read it though.

How would you feel if 7/8 were canon?

Don’t have to imagine, Ambrose/Prudence remains iconic. Probably ended up being one of my favorite relationships on the show.

Do you think 9 is hot?

I think Agatha is hot, yeah. Apparently the actress is still dating Tommy Martinez which is a gorgeous couple if I’ve ever seen one.

What kind of plot would you use if you wanted 6 to deflower 8?

What if Roz wanted to deflower Prudence? Seems… improbable lol. Maybe Roz could be the first person Prudence has sex with where she actually has feelings? I think Roz would be very respectful and Prudence would be a little standoffish but then melt. Of course there’d be some world-ending drama that would force them to work together, which would get them talking and Roz would see past Prudence’s prickly shell.

If you wrote a songfic about 2, what song would you choose?

Looked up my Nick playlist for this. I’ll go with something angsty set during season 2 and say Julien Baker’s Shadowboxing: “When you watch me throwing punches at the devil / It just looks like I’m fighting with me.”

What would be a good pick-up line for 9 to use on 10?

A pick-up line for Agatha to use on Hilda... Hilda’s really getting around here. Hm, I think Agatha wouldn’t be cheesy with her pick-up lines, she’d just put on a sexy little dress, show up at Hilda’s door and be like “I know you want me”. And that’d be that.

What is 3's super-secret kink?

I think Harvey would have a praise kink. Is that super-secret? Wait, no, okay, alternatively I think he’d be into cuckolding. Has anyone written that fic? They should. I’m imagining a Harvey/Sabrina/Nick AU for Sara Cate’s Give Me More and it sounds amazing in my head.

Would 11 shag 9, drunk or sober?

Father Blackwood and Agatha—yes, but it would be a ploy of Agatha’s to bring down Blackwood and it would work.

If 4 and 7 got together, who tops?

Zelda would top Ambrose. Tell me I’m wrong.

[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.

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Date Crasher - Ambrose Spellman

Summary: You score what you think is the date of a lifetime and find out your dream guy is maybe closer than you originally thought.

Word Count: 1,167

Warnings: None

You walked in the front door of the Spellman house with a wide grin on your face. They’d become sort of a second family to you since they let you take up a semi-permanent residence in one of their guest rooms and you couldn’t wait to share your good news with them. You put your back to the door and laughed to yourself. You couldn’t believe your luck.

"Hey, you’re back early," Ambrose greets as he spots you on his way down the staircase. "And in a good mood, I see. What’s got you so jovial?"

"I just scored a date for tomorrow with one of the cutest guys in Greendale," you gushed, not being able to keep it in any longer. It felt so surreal that saying it out loud helped to cement it as something that really just happened.

Ambrose's eyes widened at your news, but before he got the chance to say anything, Zelda appeared in the foyer, having overheard the two of you. "That’s marvelous news," she remarked. "I hope you’ll have a perfectly enjoyable time with the young man."

"What’s his name," Sabrina chimed in, following her aunt into the room.

"Dirk. I know how it sounds, but I think he’s a good guy," you explained. Dirk may have been a name with connotations of being a douchebag, but it’s not like he picked it himself. He couldn’t help what his parents named him.

"Have a good time," Sabrina said. "And if you need an out, you can always sneak off to the bathroom and call me."

"Thanks, Brina." Your face once again lit up in a bright smile and you didn’t notice that Ambrose had gone rather quiet, only giving you a halfhearted goodbye as you turned to leave.

It wasn’t just the name, Ambrose didn’t trust the guy. His instincts about people weren’t usually wrong, so he started making a plan to check in on you during your date tomorrow, just in case this Dirk really wasn’t the great guy you seemed to think he was.

When the following evening finally arrived you felt like a whole week had passed since you told the Spellmans about him. In fact, it hadn’t even been quite twenty four hours yet. You put on your cutest outfit, smoothing out a non existent wrinkle in the mirror for the hundredth time since you got dressed and you finally prepared to leave.

You were meeting Dirk at Dr. Cerberus' and Hilda told you earlier that day that she’d be there watching out for you if the date didn’t go so well. It was sweet of her really, but you had very little doubt that you’d be having any issue with him.

Meanwhile at the Spellman house, only fifteen minutes after you left to head into town, Ambrose was setting up his room for some astral projecting when Sabrina knocked. "Come in, cousin," he said, knowing full well that she would anyways, whether he granted her permission or not.

"You’ve been pouting ever since a certain someone told you about a certain date," she started, pausing for a moment when she noticed the set up on the floor. "And I see you’re going to be an astral third wheel."

"It’s not exactly what it looks like." Sabrina shot him a look. "Alright, it is, but I’m not going to intrude, only pop in to make sure he’s not—"

"An asshole, a demon, hotter than you," Sabrina rattled off.

"Very funny, cousin. But yes, something like that."

"Don’t get caught. If you do, I’m not sure you’ll ever be forgiven."

Your heart started to race when you walked into the shop and found Dirk already waiting for you there. At least you didn’t have to worry about him standing you up. When Hilda saw you walk in, she came over, two milkshakes already in hand and she gave you a knowing smile as you sat down across from Dirk in the booth.

All in all, it was a decent enough date. You chatted about some movies you both enjoyed and listened to each other talk about your hobbies. The milkshake was great and Dirk made for good company, but you didn’t feel that spark you were hoping for. You found yourself getting distracted every once in a while and one time you could have swore you saw Ambrose hiding amongst the bookshelves, but he was still under house arrest, so it couldn’t have been. You must have only been daydreaming.

After the date, you walked yourself home to the Spellman House to let them know how it went before you called it a night. You found all of them, except Hilda who was still finishing up her shift so she could close for the night, seated around the dining room table waiting for you.

"Don’t you have anything else to entertain you but my dating life," you joked. "Really, I’m glad you’re here. The date was…okay. I don’t see another one happening though."

"Why not," Sabrina asked. "You sounded so excited about him just yesterday."

"We just didn’t click. He’s cute and he’s nice, but something was missing. I kind of zoned out. And you know, I could have swore I saw Ambrose there," you mentioned.

Sabrina and Zelda exchanged a look and quickly left the room without a word. "Where—" you began to ask but they’d already gone and you were left at the table with Ambrose. "Do you know what that’s about?"

"Actually, I believe I do," Ambrose confessed. "I was there, but only for a moment. I astral projected, just to check in on you and make sure you were alright."

"You did?"

"You’re mad, I know. I shouldn’t have intruded. I—"

"Ambrose, I’m not mad. That was actually kind of sweet of you. It shows you care."

"I do care. I care a lot actually." Ambrose's glance dropped to the table and he fell strangely quiet. You didn’t want to push, but you kept your gaze on him and waited to see if he’d say anything else. It felt like he wanted to. When he looked back up at you he sighed, and finally spoke again. "I have feelings for you," he confessed. "That’s why I really checked in. I didn’t want him to hurt you and maybe I was a little jealous."

It was then you felt that spark you’d been searching for with Dirk. "Ambrose, I think I have feelings for you too. The whole night I was looking for that spark, but only just now I felt it, with you."

"Do you mean that? If not, then that’s an awful joke and you need to work on your sense of humor."

You laughed and got up from your chair. Walking over to Ambrose, you stopped just next to him and he turned towards you. To answer his question, you leaned down and softly kissed his lips. "Yeah, pretty sure I mean it," you said after you pulled away.

For anon

Ambrose Spellman: @riveranddoctorsong123

[imaginefan]

You Can’t Take It Back

Ambrose Spellman X Reader

Word Count: 945

Requested: Anon

Request: Could you make a one-shot of Ambrose being jealous and annoyed Caliban is hitting on you cause he likes you but he doesn't tell you that he does ?

You and Ambrose had been friends since you were kids, you stayed his friend even after he was put on house arrest, it was hard to see him at first but as time went on you were able to reconnect and you even met his cousin Sabrina. You had never seen someone who got into more trouble than his cousin. Ambrose cared about her a lot and you offered to keep an eye on her as you were able to leave the house and he agreed.

Ambrose took to making sure that his Auntie's didn't need help and you made sure that Sabrina stayed out of trouble and that was pretty easy until it got to her sixteenth birthday and she started going to The Academy Of The Unseen Arts you couldn't keep her out of trouble there because you had a job to do, you weren't so much a teacher but you had the job of making sure that every kid stayed out of trouble and so it was a lot harder to keep an eye on her.

You were sitting in the library, you had a book out in front of you but you were kind of just looking at the words you were trying to pass the time, you were supposed to be going to see Ambrose but there was still an hour or so before you had to leave. "You don't look like your very invested in that book." You jumped and looked over at the door. "Ambrose? What are you doing here?" You asked. "Father Blackwell has given me a place here," Ambrose answered. "Your teaching?" You asked. "Not quite." He answered and you frowned. "Doesn't matter, we can meet here now." He said and you looked at him and smiled before getting up and walking over and pulling him into a hug. "Now you can help me keep your cousin out of trouble." You said as you pulled back and he shrugged. "We can try." He answered.

A couple of months later and Blackwell had been knocked off his pedestal and the school no longer honoured the dark lord, Sabrina had come to you when she was told that she had to be the Queen Of Hell and you went back to Ambrose to tell him that he may not see you as much as he had before as you planned to help Sabrina as best you could. "You are really taking this deal seriously, we can all help her now." He reminded you as you sat on the table in the library as he put books back on the shelf. "I know but your aunts still need you here." You said and he sighed. "I mean you just got back from helping Prudence." "Mmm." He hummed. "Look I'll help Sabrina and you help your aunts like before and if we need help we call each other." You suggested and he sighed. "I don't like this." He said and you looked at him and nodded. "I know we're not really going to see each other but hopefully it won't be that long." You said. "We don't really have a choice do we?" He asked. "Not really." You shrugged as he walked towards you pulled you into a hug. "Be careful." He said. "You too." You ordered.

Now Ambrose hadn't seen you in a few weeks and truth be told he was missing you, he really liked you more than just a friend but he never told you, he decided that he was going to tell you the next time that he saw you because he hated being away from you for this long. "Ambrose!" He heard Sabrina call. "Cousin, how are you?" He asked as he looked behind her. "She's not with me," Sabrina said with a smirk. "Where is she?" He asked. "She's with Caliban making sure he honours his side of the deal," Sabrina answered. "I need to be quick, he keeps making eyes at her." "Making eyes, what does that mean?" Ambrose asked. "Nothing... Don't worry about it (Y/N) can handle it." Sabrina dismissed him. "I need you to answer a question," Sabrina informed him. After answering her questions he looked at her "Could you tell (Y/N) that I need to talk to her when she has the time," Ambrose asked. "Are you going to tell her?" Sabrina asked. "Just tell her little cousin." He ordered before gesturing for her to leave.

"Ambrose!" You yelled as you walked into the library. "(Y/N)." He greeted you. "Are you okay!? Sabrina said you wanted to talk." You said as you walked over to him, checking him over. "Hey, I'm fine, I need to talk to you about something." He explained. "What?" You asked. "First that Caliban kid, what do you think of him?" Ambrose asked. "He's cute but he's young and annoying." You answered, "why?" "Sabrina was saying something earlier." He answered. "What? That he was making eyes?" You asked with a raised eyebrow. "How did you know that?" He asked. "Because she's been saying the same thing to me." You informed him and he laughed. "So was Caliban the reason that you called me here?" You asked. "No, I wanted to tell you something." He said as he took your hand "I've been hiding something from you." "Oh, what's that?" You asked with a small smile on your face. "Satan I love you." He confessed and you looked at him. "I love you too." You said and he stepped forward pressing a kiss to your forehead. "You can't take that back." He said softly. "I would never," You answered honestly as you leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

Requests and general question!

[stargazing-dreamer-girl]

Trust gone

Fandom: Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Pairing: Ambrose Spellman x reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: mentions of nudity, I guess

Requested: Yes - So this has been requested, but I can’t find the original request anywhere...

‘You should come over here right now!’

You reread the text Sabrina had sent you wondering what was so important that she would call you over in the middle of the night.

Getting out of your bed you replied that you were on your way and didn’t even bother to change. The only people who would see you were Sabrina and your boyfriend, Ambrose, maybe their Aunties, so you didn’t care.

Sliding on your sneakers you went on the five minute walk to the mortuary where you were greeted by Sabrina on the front porch.

“Sabrina, what is going on? Why did you have me come here at 2am?”

Sabrina felt uncomfortable under your demanding gaze. You wanted answers and you wanted them now. Nobody got you out of bed without a good reason. Nobody dared to.

“It’s about Ambrose!” She blurted out without any more explanation. The lack of information got you irritated. You raised your eyebrows questioningly.

“What about Ambrose? Come on, Sabrina, tell me! It’s cold and I’m tired and-“

“He’s having an orgy with Prudence and some others from the Academy.” She admitted.

It left you speechless. All color left your face. Sabrina wondered if she should have eased you into it more rather than just confronting you with that information, but you had to know! She loved her cousin, but she also loved you and you didn’t deserve this.

All the happy moments you had shared with Ambrose replayed in your mind. Weren’t you enough? Did you do anything that led him into the arms of other people?

You quickly shook these thoughts off.

If Ambrose decided to cheat on you, it wasn’t your fault. He was the one to make the decision to betray your trust. He was the one to lose someone who loved him with all they had.

Apparently, Ambrose wasn’t that person for you. He wasn’t the one who loved you unconditionally. He wasn’t the one who you should have put your trust in.

Error in judgement on your side.

“Where is he?”

“In his room. But, Y/N, I don’t think you should-“

“Don’t worry! I know what I’m doing.”

You walked past her into the house and up the stairs with confident steps. Sabrina didn’t mean to but she couldn’t resist following you to find out how the situation would play out.

You couldn’t believe the time you have wasted on the warlock who had been assuring you of his love again and again since the first time he had told you. All for nothing.

Opening the door to his room you realized how Sabrina might have thought that you shouldn’t see this, but you weren’t as innocent as you seemed to be.

Ambrose wasn’t even the first one to notice you.

“Y/N! What an honor!” You were greeted by Prudence who sat up with a smirk. She was surrounded by a bunch of naked people. You could make out her sisters, Ambrose, Nick and another guy you didn’t know.

By the mention of your name, Ambrose’s head jerked up. He turned to you with wide eyes.

Immediately he freed himself from the pile of people wearing nothing but his underwear which you were thankful for. Breaking up with him while he was completely naked would be really awkward.

You turned around and descended the stairs certain that Ambrose was following you.

“Y/N, I can explain!”

“There’s nothing to explain, Ambrose. You threw our relationship away to… I don’t know, fuck a bunch of people at the same time. I get it, dream come true for you, huh? I mean, I remember the time you asked me to be exclusive, but I guess that doesn’t matter anymore.”

Ambrose was surprised, to be honest, that you were so calm. He would have expected screaming, crying, but not you casually talking about it. The words you said didn’t quite fit your calm voice which creeped him out. It was weird. Shouldn’t you be more hurt?

He was, anyway. The second he saw you standing in his doorway he regretted what he did, what he agreed to do. Willingly. How could it happen? He loved you. He was certain of that. Until this evening he had thought that nothing would ever come between you, that your love would surpass everything, but he was wrong. Tonight, he was the one that came between you and him and your love and happiness.

“I’m sorry, Y/N! I fucked up.” He wanted to go in for a hug, but you stopped him by holding out your hand in front of you.

“Prudence is Queen of the Feast, as you know. I couldn’t resist her will.”

You scoffed.

Of course! Of course he would play that card.

He still had a free will, whether the Queen of the Feast asked him to do something or not.

He could have said no.

He could have put your relationship over this.

He could have been faithful.

But he wasn’t. He didn’t.

Where were the promises that he had made you? Empty promises, apparently.

The things he whispered into your ear late at night didn’t seem to mean anything.

He kept trying to touch you, but you always avoided him.

“Ambrose. I can’t trust you after that. As much as I would want to. My trust in you is gone.”

“Please, Y/N! I’m so sorry. I will work on it. I will win your trust back. Just, please, don’t leave me. I’m so in love. I need you.”

You lifted your hand and gently touched his cheek seeing the despair in his face. He looked at you with so much hope in his eyes at your gesture.

“But I don’t need you. I don’t need anyone who goes behind my back and breaks my heart.”

You let go of him and turned to the door.

You knew your worth. And Ambrose wasn’t worth your time nor your tears. Not after what he did.

“I hope it was worth it.” You added over your shoulder before stepping out the door.

Ambrose wanted to follow you. He wanted it so badly, but he knew. He knew that there was no way you would listen to him now, no way for you to take him back in this moment.

Be he would try. He would try to be better and win your trust back. He would do so until he took his last breath, he swore to himself. And hopefully, you would be by his side and he could look into his, so it would be the last thing he would see in this life.

[underatedcharactersunite]

Going ice skating with Ambrose Spellman

❄️After being able to leave the confines of his home, Ambrose wants to do everything he possibly can. He’s excited to do anything he can away from the house. One of the first things he wants to try when the festive period comes around is Iceskating. 

❄️The two of you are particularly wobbling on your feet at first. Not used to standing on the ice or the blade on your shoe but it’s the perfect excuse for Ambrose to hold onto your hand. 

❄️ Eventually, the two of you get a hand of it. Ambrose seems to have a natural balance, which you begin to question if he’s using magic. He claims that he isn’t, but you can never be quiet sure.

❄️ Laughing at each other when the other falls, the other can't help it but join in on the laughter.

❄️ Ambrose likes to catch you off guard, so whenever he gets the opportunity, he likes to pull you back towards him. As you tumble back, he makes the save. In Ambrose's opinion, the entire scene is romantic. "Just like the movies,"

❄️ Both you and Ambrose attempt to try the ice skating moves you'd seen previously on TV. Some of the moves worked rather successfully. Others, unfortunately, did not.

❄️ As the two of you get more confident, Ambrose tries to chase you down around the rink. Whenever he’s successful, he likes to plaster your face in kisses. When the roles are reversed, he loves it when you do it back to him.

❄️Ambrose suggests that you both try the iconic dirty dancing on Ice. It doesn’t go completely according to plan. 

❄️ You and Ambrose take a photo together. He doesn’t want to forget this moment in millionaire years. He already plans to show it to anyone who will take the time to see it.  

❄️ Ambrose using magic to make it snow on the ice rink. It’s perfect. A complete scene out of Christmas Movie, everything works together so perfectly. Ambrose is just glad he’s now able to have moments like this with someone extremely important to him.

[immacryyowzah]

Summary:

I asked my sister if she had any ideas for a new one shot. Her answer was: chickens and a flower shop.

Yes you read that right.

[arclic-stuff]

I really wanna start writing stuff about these character (not necessarily as a ship) cause i love caos so much and zelda and madam satan/michelle gomez ughhhh

[bluskai]

shhh | a.s.

➤ pairing: ambrose spellman x reader 

➤ warnings: smut (pretty vanilla tbh), satanism, curse words, the usual

➤ notes: i have a love-hate rs with the ending of s4 but oh well. f*ck netflix for cancelling the show that revived my passion for witchcraft 

➤ more: masterlist | smut reblog blog 

“Shhh, you can’t let my aunties hear you.” Ambrose put his finger to his lips as he tried to sneak you into his room.

Giggling, you nodded and tried to compose yourself as you followed him through the house. 

Hands sneaking up your waist, gripping tight. Pushing and pulling as he lead you towards his room in the attic. He pressed light kisses to your neck before pushing you ahead of him, running to catch up with you and then pulling you along. 

The moment the door to his room closed, his was tugging at your dress. 

“Off.” He grunted. 

“Yes sir.” You replied breathily. 

He pressed kisses down your neck, reaching your chest, pulling your dress as he went. Exposed to the cool air, goosebumps rose on your skin as he attached his lips to your hardened bud. 

“Oh Satan, Ambrose...”

“What? What do you need? Say it.” He smirked cockily. 

“You.”

Shoving you against the nearest wall, he dove into your nectar, gripping your thighs with a bruising strength. Licking in deep and drinking up all you had to offer. He sucked on your exposed bud, switching between nipping at your inner thighs to feasting between them. 

Reaching down, you wound your fingers through his hair and pulled, moaning aloud. 

“Shhh... You have to keep your volume down pretty girl.” 

Reaching up, he stuffed his fingers between your lips, fucking your mouth. Moaning around his digits, you coated them with your spit. Grinning wickedly at him as you pulled away with a pop. 

He groaned at the sight, using the same spit soaked fingers and thrust them into you, fucking them in and out of you at a rapid pace. 

“Shit!” You let out a high pitched whine, inner walls fluttering around Ambrose’s thick fingers. 

The tension in you grew, climbing higher and higher. Suddenly, he pulled away, making you let out a whimper of protest, reaching out for him. 

He pulled off the remainder of his clothes and was back on you in an instant, kissing you with the fervour of a man starved. 

One hand supporting you, the other gripped his length and guided it to your weeping entrance. Pushing in, he faced resistance as you clenched around the intrusion. 

“Baby, baby you have to relax. You’re so... t-tight.” He choked out, stroking your cheek. 

Breathing, you eased yourself further onto him, enveloping him whole. The weight feeling heavy inside you, lending a feeling of delicious fullness that had you moaning and clenching again. 

“Sh-shit.” Ambrose groaned, pulling your legs up and wrapping them around his waist. 

He began a torturous pace of fucking, pushing in and pulling out leisurely. it left you nearly delirious, being suspended in the space of unmeasurable pleasure just right on the peak of coming but not quite. 

“P-please.” You hiccuped, fingers digging into Ambrose’e back, sure to leave scratches in their wake. 

“Alright, alright.” He soothed, shushing you and pressing a kiss to your temple. 

Finally, he picked up the pace, making you cry out from sensitivity and pushing you over the edge. Your vision went blank as white hot pleasure shot down your spine, making your toes curl and your back arch. 

With the feeling of your walls spasming around him, Ambrose soon followed, grunting and groaning in your ear as he filled you up nicely. Falling off you to land beside you on the floor where you had ended up sliding onto like a slug, Ambrose chuckled, gripping your hand. 

“I don’t think we were very quiet.”

[not-so-mundane-after-all]

After finishing Part 4 of Chilling Adventures of Sabrina... I just can't stop thinking about Ambrose.

[CONTAINS SPOILERS]

His relationship with Sabrina was always my favorite and after that horrible ending my heart is completely broken for him. I think the reason this season highlighted their bond so much was to make that ending hurt even more.

He loved Sabrina.

He was always supportive even when he knew her plans were wrong/dangerous, even when he told her not to do things and she didn't listen.

He dealt with her antics, helped her clean the mess she often made, without asking for anything in return.

Always, but especially this season, he was protective and soft and caring and my heart was soaring at their every interaction.

So to see him barely holding himself together at her funeral, arms wrapped around himself like it's the only thing keeping him from completely falling apart... It was unbearable.

It didn't even really hit me until now, after seeing Sabrina's memories of her birthdays that... That he was there, all the time, watching her grow. It's not that I forgot about it, that information was always in the back of my head, but seeing their dynamic - I never really thought about that until now. He, alongside Zelda and Hilda watched her grow up. He helped raise her. While Aunties acted as substitute for a mother for Sabrina, it's safe to say that sometimes Ambrose took on the mantle of a father. Sometimes an older brother. Sometimes a teacher. He embodied all of those roles Sabrina needed in her life.

I can't stop thinking how guilty he must feel. How much he blames himself for what happened.

He stopped Prudence from killing Blackwood only for Blackwood to become the main reason Sabrina had to die - he brought the Eldrich Terrors, he turned Sabrina into a shadow of herself and brainwashed her into sacrificing herself (I'm not saying Sabrina wouldn't do it otherwise, she is the type of person who would gladly lay her life down for her loved ones. What I'm saying is that without Blackwood's influence she would agree to search for another way first).

The ending made me furious. Wasn't this show first and foremost about family? Weren't the Spellmans supposed to be the main focus really? Yes, Sabrina was the star but there's more to her character than a boyfriend she ends up with. But in typical Riverdale fashion (thanks, Roberto) everything ended up about ships and that's infuriating.

Without mentioning the very fucked up way the "endgame" happened (as much as I love Nabrina) - this was NOT what I wanted to see.

If Sabrina really had to die - fine. I can live with that. Not my first main character death and not my last.

But show me how the life goes on. How her loved ones grieve and come out of that grief.

We got Zelda and Hilda grieving but it was brief and focused more on their shattered faith in Hekate than on their actual grief.

Except for those few heartbreaking shots during the funeral, we didn't see Ambrose's reaction AT ALL, really.

I wanted to see his face in that cave, right after. He stood beside Hilda, holding on to Sabrina's knee but that wasn't enough.

I wanted to see how he and the aunties are doing after all of this. And I'm not talking hours or days after, but months, maybe years.

I know all of that depened on when they found out about cancellation. You can't deny this wasn't written as if Sabrina wasn't supposed to come back next season.

But still, even with a little time and space for changes, they could have done so much better.

Ambrose deserved better.

Sabrina deserved better.

This whole family deserved better.

[multimilfs]

Zelda Spellman x Fem!Reader x Lilith: Complexities of a Witch

Summary: thewriting-dragon requested “Zelda X Reader X Lilith: Two sassy badass magical milfs and their soft gf who would kill multiple men to see her strong girlfriends just have a moment's peace because they deserve it.”

A/N: Okay nobody fillet me if certain details for s3 are off. I don’t remember them entirely so I’m going off of the little information I remembered and some youtube clips. That aside, I hope you all enjoy!! 

Tag List: @ghostsunderstoodmysoul​ @multifandomfix​ @angel7376 

Warning(s): Minor Violence

You could swear that your hair was turning grey. With each passing day, the stress piled on, until you were positive that strands of your hair were turning color. It left you stunned and confused. Zelda had almost a hundred years on you and her hair was perfectly normal. And she dealt with more stress everyday than an entire town would.

“Zelda,” You whined, coming out of the bathroom, “I’m greying.”

Looking up from her book, she scoffed at the dramatics. She marked her place with a finger. Her eyes scanned you from head to toe, narrowed in concentration.

“You most certainly are not,” She finally declared, “I don’t see a single grey hair on your head.”  

“Well, you’re missing it, Zee. All of you are stressing me to the point of madness and my hair is starting to reflect it.”

“Oh, hush. Come here.”

You trudged over to her side of the bed, perching next to her as she looked over your strands closely. Her nails lightly scratched at certain areas of your scalp during her examination. Finally, she leant away from you and shook her head.

“One grey strand, Y/N. You’re raising heaven over a single strand?” Zelda rolled her eyes.

“One strand leads to more! Before you know it, I’ll have a head of them.”

“Oh, Y/N, do be reasonable.”

“I am! How have you not gone grey? Sabrina puts you through so much.”

“Oh that’s easy, I stopped caring ages ago.” Zelda said easily, leaning back against the pillows.

You knew as well as she did that it was a lie. She loved Sabrina to a fault, constantly putting up with her antics. You all did. But it seemed she had no intention of continuing the line of conversation. So you resorted to a sure way to get answers; teasing Zelda until she gave up the truth.

“Are you sure that you’re not dyeing your hair and hiding it from us?” You asked innocently, trying to hide your mischievous grin behind a hand.

Zelda sputtered indignantly, attempting to form words, but failing to do so. You couldn’t hold back your laugh at her reaction. She frowned, recognizing your teasing and obviously not feeling very keen on it.

“What have you done to inspire such a frown?” A warm, curious voice said from behind the two of you.

Not aware of another presence in the room, you nearly fell off of the bed in surprise. You leveled a glare at Lilith as she leant against the door. Her look was far too smug for your liking.

“See?” You said, looking at Zelda, “The antics of this family will turn my hair in a week!”

“Lilith, tell her that she’s being entirely too dramatic about this.” Zelda requested.

“I’ll do no such thing,” Lilith responded, clearly enjoying herself, “Even I would struggle to maintain the natural hair color of this body if I were in her position.”

A long, hard stare was aimed at the demoness. She was completely unfazed by it, having become used to far worse looks in Hell. You just grinned triumphantly at Zelda for a few moments. It was very rare that Lilith took your side in matters like these. Zelda and Lilith tended to be of like mind, especially when it would grate on your nerves.

Rather than respond to any of the teasing, Zelda turned onto her side, facing away from the two of you with a huff. You laughed silently, shaking the bed with the effort to keep it contained.

“Aw, Zee, I’m sorry.” You tried, leaning your head on her shoulder.

“You certainly are not.”

“Oh but I am, aren’t I, Lilith?”

“Yes, very sorry.” She agreed, though without enough emotion to seem sincere.

“Go to bed, both of you.” Zelda demanded, turning over for just a moment to press a kiss to your lips and glare in Lilith’s direction, before turning the lights off with a snap.

Through the darkness, you heard Lilith scoff at the other witch’s behavior. Though part of you expected her to stay awake in protest, the bed soon dipped with her weight. Her arms wrapped around you and you allowed yourself to fall asleep just like that.

----

When you woke up, there was a dreadful absence on both of your sides. Though the blankets were piled on top of you, the chill in the air wormed its way past them. You shook without either of your lovers to keep you warm.

Reaching out blindly, you searched for them with closed eyes. Lilith often took to reading before you woke, perching herself on the bench at the foot of the bed. If stretched fully then you could typically poke her in the back. Nothing met your reach.

You grumbled miserably. If neither witch was in the room, it meant they’d already convened for breakfast. Likely, you had slept longer than intended, and would be sure to hear about it.

Dreading the inevitable teasings and musings of Zelda, you trudged from bed and down the stairs. But no noise followed your descent from the last step. There was no light chatter or laughter from the kitchen. The comforting babbling of the pots and shrieking of the kettle, nowhere to be found.

“Hilda? Zelda, Lilith?” You called, walking into the kitchen.

The area that was so typically warm and busy, was now completely empty. Cold light seeped in through the drawn curtains. A chill went down your spin as you spun around, looking in every part of the room for someone of the Spellman family.

“Sabrina… Ambrose?” You tried helplessly.

No luck.

Timidly, you stepped further into the room. Your eyebrows furrowed as you took in the cobwebs clinging to the chandelier; cobwebs you were positive hadn’t been there previously. Tracing over the table led to a collection of dust on the end of your finger. Everything felt hopelessly, terribly confusing.

A sudden crash to your right put you on high alert, throwing your hands up just in time. But it wasn’t a wild animal or enemy looking back at you, frozen in space. It was Ambrose.

“Ambrose!” You exclaimed, dropping your magical hold to throw your arms around him, “I am so glad to see you.”

“As am I, Auntie, but we can’t stay here. It’s not safe.”

You reeled away from him, confused at his words. What could be safer than your own home? The one you’d all been part of for so long? Zelda had to be around somewhere, she’d never abandon the mortuary. It wasn’t her style.

“Ambrose, you’re talking nonsense. Now where are Zelda and Lilith? I’m sure we can handle whatever Sabrina has cooked up as a family.”

“You don’t understand,” Ambrose said in a severe whisper, “Nowhere is safe. Not even Hell.”

His tone sent a shiver down your spine. It wasn’t hard to throw off the balance of this plane, but it was unheard of for the infernal plane to be affected. And if Hell was dangerous then that meant…

“Where is everyone, Ambrose?” You whispered, fearing the answer, “Where is Zelda? Lilith? Your Aunt Hilda would never let the house become so tattered… are they…”

“You really don’t know what’s going on?” He asked.

“If I knew what was going on I wouldn’t be asking you.”

“They all… I mean, well... The pagans brought the reckoning and very few survived.”

“No,” You shook your head, backing away, “They can’t be gone. Not like this.”

“I’m sorry, Auntie.”

He placed a hand on your arm, squeezing gently. You felt like his words had gutted you and left you hollow. Despite the fine layers of dust and cobwebs, the memories of the house still felt alive around you.

The smell of Zelda’s cigarette smoke lingered on everything. You could practically see her there, newspaper in hand, smoke billowing from behind it. Lilith’s voice rang in your ears, heckling Zelda about something miniscule. It was always like that. Warm, teasing, and comfortable. You would hide a laugh, but Zelda knew you too well.

Your family lingered in every corner.

Another squeeze on your arm brought you back to the present, looking directly at Ambrose. His eyes were full of the sadness that you felt. But his held more reserve, more… acceptance. This was new to you, though it wasn’t to him.

You refused to let yourself cry. Neither Zelda or Lilith would have wanted it, they cared for action. In your heart you knew that all you could do was work with the tools you had. Magic, heart, and Ambrose.

“Alright, now fill me in on these Pagans.” You said.

And fill you in he did. Though nothing could explain how the time had moved without you, how you ended up in the middle without even knowing it. Fortunately, just as the two of you hit a dead end, Sabrina appeared out of nowhere.

The details were fuzzy and you were running on a lot of hope, but you had faith in Sabrina. If not, at least she had her misplaced confidence. You’d go out fighting.

Sabrina was to shift things around in time, to bring back your loved ones. You stood by Zelda’s skeleton in the Mortuary’s basement, hoping that any second she’d become real, as Sabrina united the past, present, and future once more.

You felt the change, but nothing happened next to you. The hope in your heart was slowly waning. It was hard to hold back the emotions, but it seemed not to matter at all, as a rustling next to you became apparent.

Sitting up on the table was Zelda, looking confused and extremely annoyed. Ambrose explained that she’d been shot at the front door. You wanted to make the person pay, but right now you were entirely too happy to see Zelda to care.

“Zelda,” You breathed out, making her look to you, before wrapping your arms around her, “You’re okay.”

“Of course I am. I couldn’t leave you to deal with Sabrina alone, now could I?” She asked.

Her voice was hauty, but you knew she was joking by the sweet tone in her voice. The gentleness you heard only in special moments.

“Speaking of Sabrina, we’re meeting her near the Cain pit. You missed a lot while you were… sleeping.”

You could see that she detested waiting for any answers, but grudgingly let you pull her out to the Cain pit, where a large group of witches were waiting. It was then that she realized why she hadn’t been buried in it. Hilda was still laying in it and had been for far too long.

Her grip tightened on your hand and you squeezed back. You’d spent the last day mourning your entire family, but Hilda had been with Zelda since they were children. The pain there was likely unimaginable.

But you all joined hands, amplifying Zelda’s wishes. Her screams to the sky, calling on Hecate. The pain in her voice rang through you like a shot. If you weren’t present, forming a circle with your sister witches, you could’ve sworn you had been shot. The pain certainly felt similar.

Waiting with bated breath, Zelda called out after her chanting. One hand placed on the dirt of the Cain pit.

“Hildy?” She said brokenly.

Then, to everyone’s relief, a hand broke through the dirt. Zelda grabbed it eagerly. You could feel the tension leave everyone’s body. It made you especially grateful to release their hands.

You watched joyfully as Hilda clawed her way out of the dirt, crouching to help her. The dirt caked under your nails didn’t bother you like it normally would. It was a small price to pay.

After that, the plan was laid out. By Sabrina, no less. All of the witches were in agreement on how the Pagans would be dealt with. With swift, painful justice. It would be far too dangerous to let them live any longer. They would just work their way back into this same situation. The plan would take place as they sacrificed the virgin of their choosing to the Green Man.

There was enough time for everyone to disband and prepare, or rest, in your case. But you couldn’t bear to rest now. You had your entire family back, minus one key person. Lilith. Little was known about what had happened in Hell, or maybe Ambrose wouldn’t tell you much.

You just knew that your heart was aching, longing for the other woman you so deeply loved. A fire, long put out, was burning in your gut. It threatened to overwhelm you. Instead, you vowed to save it for the Pagans.

You would get your life back, no matter what it took.

----

The plan had worked perfectly. Sabrina had gone disguised as Robin, Pesta disguised as Ms. Wardwell. Now the Pagans were fleeing. But the big three, the so called ‘Gods’, were frantically packing their things.

Hilda went after Circe, Harvey and Roz went after the gorgon, and that left Pan to you. While the rest of your coven chased the younger Pagans, you elected to confront Pan head-on. Alone. While he loaded his truck, out in the open, you walked up. You did your best to keep your anger at bay when he set his eyes on you.

“What can I do for you, witch?” He snarled.

“You’ve taken something very important from me. I want it back.” You said casually.

The laugh that left his mouth was cold, empty of any humor whatsoever. You wanted to scream, to rip him limb from limb over what he’d done to your family. Your coven. The pain all of them had endured because of them.

“Not likely. I don’t offer kindness to the whores of Satan.”

“You don’t offer kindness to anyone, false God.” You hissed.

His hackles raised then, offended beyond what words could say. Stepping away from his vehicle, he sneered at you, disdain clear in his eyes. Stretching his arms out to either side revealed his true nature beneath the illusion. The true Pan.

“Your Satan is the false God, but I am real, for I am the great God Pan. And my gaze is madness incarnate…” He proclaimed in a haughty tone.

Your clapping stunned him. It was slow and deliberate, fake and insulting. You held no fear as you walked right up to him and stared directly into his eyes.

“I’ve consumed madness before,” You said, a twisted smile spreading on your lips as he stepped back, “And I kept returning for more.”

With a snap of your fingers, the shimmer illusion around him dropped. The one barrier between you and his true form. Your eyes never dropped from his. He attempted to step away from you, but you wouldn’t have it. Then you swung your arm viciously.

“This is for Zelda,” You whispered after burying a blade in his chest, before pulling it out and burying it in his neck, “And that is for Lilith.”

He crumpled to the ground in front of you. As you stood over him, you stared at the wounds you made. Part of you wished that you’d taken more time to make him suffer. But what’s done is done, you can't turn back time.

“Remind me not to get on your bad side.”

Turning, your eyes landed on Lilith and Zelda. It was Lilith who’d spoken, leaning against a tree, her smirk visible even from where you were standing. Your heart jumped in your chest at seeing her alive and well.

“You’re… You’re back.” You said happily, tears in your eyes.

“Of course I am. Now, are you going to give me a proper welcome or not?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.

You wasted no time in moving to her and throwing yourself into her arms. At first, you did your best to be mindful of where your hands were. Pan’s blood was all over them and you didn’t want to stain her dress, but she didn’t seem to mind as she took your hands into her’s.

She pulled you into a searing kiss. All your thoughts of revenge faded into nothingness as your lips met hers. Personally, you’d never felt Hellfire, but you would bet that it had nothing on her kiss.

Zelda scoffed from beside the two of you. Without looking at her, you knew without a doubt that her eyes were rolling. It was her trademark at this point.

With no small amount of effort, you pulled away from Lilith’s kiss, extending a hand to Zelda. Letting her annoyance wane for a moment, she took it and kissed you just as aggressively as Lilith had. Though where Zelda had rolled her eyes, Lilith was now watching with dark eyes.

It would have been easy to let the touches descend into something sinfully fun, but that wasn’t what you felt. You were so relieved to have your lovers back safe. Overwhelmingly, you felt nothing but your intense love in this moment.

“Let’s go home.” You whispered after pulling away, happily dragging both witches back to your safe haven.

----

“Look at this,” You urged Zelda over to your side, pointing to your hair, “Right here.”

“You’re calmer about this one, I see.” She said.

“I think I… appreciate them now, more than I hate them.”

“Is that so?”

“I wouldn’t have them if I didn’t care. So I consider it good that I care so much about my family, even if it gives me grey hair.” You admitted, avoiding her eyes as your cheeks burned red.

Zelda was quiet for a few moments and you wondered if you left her speechless for once. But rather than say anything, she placed a sweet kiss upon your lips. Her thumb rubbed over your cheekbone affectionately.

“Having so much love is a remarkable gift.” Zelda murmured, punctuating the statement with another kiss.

You leaned into the rare moment of open, sappy affection. It was nice to spend time like this, reveling in the love of your family. To know how loved you were.

“I walked into a sap fest, I see,” Lilith’s voice came from the doorway, “Hard to believe I’m looking at the same witch who slaughtered a God two days ago.”

She was nursing a glass in her hand, taking a sip as her humorous eyes glanced over the rim. You gave a small laugh. Though she'll tease you endlessly about your ways, she did envy how open you could be with all of it. Love, care, honesty. It’d been completely foreign to her for so long.

“What can I say, sweetheart? I’m just complex like that.”

[zeldas-cigarrette]

Hi!!! I love your writing for Zelda and was hoping to request one where readers hired by hilda (readers human) after sabrina dies and ambrose leaves the mortuary, to help out zelda (aka make sure shes not lonely, makes sure she eats and doesnt smoke excessively) and zelda starts crushing even though she’s annoyed af by her new secretary at the mortuary

- ❥author’s note: Hi!! Tysm<3 I really hope you like it, I had a lot of fun writing🤍

The secretary.

You had known Hilda for a couple of years now and you had heard of their loss. The blonde, usually cheery Brit, worked at the bookstore. She always had the latest gossip about people you had never heard of, nonetheless, Hilda was a polite a friendly woman you were happy to know.

You two were close, it seemed as if she was your only friend in town and you cherished her existence very much. That’s why you couldn’t hesitate to help her after the loss of her niece. „I’m not sure how to ask you Y/n, but I really need your help with this,” her voice carried concern. „Just say it,” you replied not averting your gaze from her worried face. „My nephew is out of town, I have to be here and my sister is all alone and she doesn’t take good care of herself,” she sighed before starting a new sentence, „Would you mind, taking a job at the mortuary as a secretary? Just to make sure Zelda is okay while I’m here?”

„Sure?” It sounded more like a question than a statement. „Don’t worry, she can be very nice when she warmed up to people.” To be honest, this didn’t sound too promising, but to make Hilda feel better you gave it a shot, what could go wrong? Hilda’s „Just don’t tell her you’re looking after her.” should’ve warned you in the first place. Your naïve mind just shook it off, you knew how much Hilda loved her niece and how hard it was for her to lose that girl, you couldn’t imagine how it was for her other aunt, so you felt the need to help.

Two days later you were marching through the woods, thick layers of mud covering your shoes. It rained the night before and you have never been at the Spellman’s house and didn’t know that the way would lead you through the forest. The smell of rain lingered in the air and even though you had never met the other Spellman sister you hoped she wouldn’t hate you too much. From what Hilda had told you she didn’t seem like a charming person, but you didn’t want to judge too much before you actually meet her. When you arrived at their front door you softly knocked and waited for a response, nothing. Another, more eager knock, seemed to awake response in the house because the door flung open and revealed a mischievous redhead. „What is it? I don’t want to buy anything,” the woman scoffed and was about to close the door again. „Hello, I’m the new secretary,” you smiled innocently. Zelda, who you thought it was, rolled her eyes. „Come in.”

You assumed that she just wasn’t the type of person for warm welcomes. Stepping into the house, a cloud of smoke surrounded you, that must be one of her habits, excessively smoking. „There,” she pointed at a table, „Just take the calls or whatever.” As fast as she appeared, the fast she disappeared into the kitchen again. It left you frozen in place. Before you could worry about anything, luckily the phone rang and brought you your first client.

—♡︎

Weeks had gone by and from time to time you were able to check on Zelda. It was hard to do it without waking to much mistrust in the woman. It was late noon and you had brought rice and vegetables for cooking lunch. You knew she would be in there and you might have a chance to talk to her.

You sat at the table, observing the older woman from time to time. It was a miracle, Zelda never left the table, she sat there smoked her cigarettes and read her newspaper, the whole day. It worried you, to say the least, seeing this woman who was smart and also very beautiful, destroying herself piece by piece. „Have you eaten today?” your voice was shaky, fearing she wouldn’t answer. It nearly surprised you when she slightly shook her head. „Would you like to have some rice then?” Just another shake of her head. „Could you at least stop smoking when I’m in here?” I asked. „It never bothered you until now, what is your problem?” Zelda’s voice grew in rage. „Okay, no need to freak out it was a subtle question,” you tried to ease the tension between you two. Zelda averted her gaze and turned a page in her newspaper. „I’m going to cook now, if you want anything let me know,” you almost whispered and got up from the chair. Soon the smell of freshly cooked food filled the kitchen and you placed bits of it on two plates. „In case you develop appetite in the next time,” you said and placed a plate in front of her. You left the kitchen with you. „You’re annoying,” was the last thing you heard before you entered the hall again. „I know.” She may not hate you as much as she used to.

As the day went on no calls were incoming, no people came, nothing at all. „Do you mind if I join you for a while?” you entered the living room with a book in your hands. „No just sit.” Even the living room smelt as if fifty people were smoking in there. You opened your book on the page you last stopped and continued reading the novel. Sometimes coughs interrupted the suffocating silence. It felt good being near the woman, though she doesn’t seem to like you very much it made you feel at ease to know that she was doing nothing severely hurtful to herself. „I really don’t want to bother you, but could you please stop smoking?” you asked anew not bothering to look up from your book. Only a sigh in response, but she stubbed it out. It surprised you, to say the least. Normally smoking didn’t bother you at all, but smelling it so prominently the whole time took a toll on you and when Hilda said that her sister chain-smoked the cancer sticks madly you think it was one of the reasons why she hired you.

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Days after, a lot of calls were incoming. It was a busy day and you arranged days for the grieving family members to see their loved one dressed nicely in their coffin. You spent the morning talking on the phone almost with no breaks, you wondered what had happened in the last days that so many people died.

You entered the kitchen when you made sure nobody would call in the next few minutes, to get a glass of water. Zelda sat at the table once again, reading her newspaper. At least she wasn’t smoking.

„Want something to eat?” „I’m good,” her voice sounded strained. „There were a lot of people calling today,” you explained before taking a sip of water. „Is there someone for the morgue stuff or…” you wanted to continue but you heard suppressed sobs. „Oh God, Zelda are you okay?” it almost worried you immediately. You had never seen her like this before, nor did you think she was even able to cry. You quickly scurried over to her, wanting to comfort the woman. The soft sobs turned into uncontrollable cries. „What’s going on, please tell me,” you panicked when the woman buried her head in her hands. „Get Sabrina back!” the redhead screamed through her tears. You didn’t know what to do, you knew you couldn’t get her back. „Zelda, just talk to me you need to calm down alright,” you caressed her cheek. „I can’t.” „Yes you can, get up we’re going in the living room,” you cooed in her ear and took her hand, not caring about the sudden contact.

„Just sit down, it’s going to be fine,” you placed a cushion behind her back. Her sobs became less and less audible until they stopped completely. „Do you want to talk about it?” „I’m sorry I didn’t want to-“ „Don’t apologize Zelda it’s fine,” you forced a smile onto your face. Silence.

„We don’t have to talk about it, we can just sit here in silence,” you reassured her putting her hand back on her thigh, not wanting to be clingy. „Could- Could you take…” referring to your hand she stared down at yours. „Sure.” You took her hand again and caressed her palms with your thumb. Zelda’s body relaxed and she leant back on the couch, letting her head rest on it. A look in her direction let you know she had fallen asleep, sound and peaceful. You carefully placed her hand on a cushion next to her and got up. „Don’t go?” it almost sounded desperate. „I’ll be right by your side when you wake up,” you smiled before sitting down again. Your mind went on and on about how incredibly sad Zelda was, and how much you grew fond of her. You watched her sleep, how her nostrils slightly twitched every now and then and how some of her hair fell into her face. „Y/n!” the sudden noise startled you. „Jesus, what’s happening?” you asked perplexed and closed the book in your lap. „I’d thought you left,” Zelda admitted and sat up straight. „I told you I’ll be here,” you smiled and scanned your opposite. „Is there something you’d like to tell me because you seemed to dislike me from the very beginning, Ms. Spellman,” it was hard to hold back a chuckle. „Well…, I might have taken a liking to you Y/n,” it came like butter over her lips. „I might’ve too,” you took her hand and squeezed it, letting her know that you were there.

„I’m glad Hilda asked you to stay here with me,” she yawned and closed her eyes again. „You knew, huh?” it didn’t surprise you, Hilda wasn’t a secretive person. „We both know my sister.” „Can’t say anything against it.” Zelda’s arm slowly pulled you closer to her, fearing you’d be gone just as fast as Sabrina was. „I’ll be there tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. I’m not going anywhere,” you mumbled and one could almost hear you smile. „I’m not taking the risk,” the grip around you got stronger, but you didn’t mind.

[thoughtsaboutshows]

Just a little something after Sabrina leaves Riverdale

She could have easily teleported back to Greendale from the neighboring town of Riverdale. But the magic from her spell with Cheryl still crackled on her skin, sinking in deep to every part of herself. It made her feel more connected to the wooded earth and she wanted to fuel that connection with every step she took.

The words had fallen easily from her lips, similar ones had come from Ambrose and the Aunties. She remembered the invigorating breath she’d taken when she shot up, life restored, eyes darting to her side to make sure Nick had returned as well.

He rose a few seconds after her, and immediately wanted to be informed of how it was all possible. Nick, ever the avid learner, dove right into studies-after kissing his girlfriend’s warm and alive lips of course and thanking the ones who had saved him.

She smiled at the thought, grateful she’d been able to help Cheryl. Sabrina had been a little busy with Greendale’s messes to help in the past, but she could now.

Even in her twenties, the Mortuary still stood as it had her entire life. When she walked in the door her Aunt Hilda was buzzing around the kitchen, pausing only when Cee made her dance with him to an old tune from an old radio.

Zelda was in her study, nursing a glass of gin and a cigarette, no doubt having found even more ways to reform the Order of Hecate for the better. Vinegar Tom was lying regally on his dog bed, eager for belly rubs and pats from his witch.

Ambrose’s music from the attic was nearly shaking the house, and the faint smell of expensive perfume told Sabrina that Prudence was up there. She would not be venturing up to the top floor.

And Nicholas Scratch found his own home in the Mortuary. Sure he had an official room at the Academy, much larger now that he was a teacher rather than a student. But they weren’t fooling anyone into thinking he actually spent time there. He knew where his home was, and it was on a wrought ironed bed and in the arms of the witch who owned it.

She found him on the bed, attention drawn to a book and hand in his hair. It was messier than usual, which usually happened when he ran his hand through it too many times in frustration or she got her own fingers in there. Considering she’d been gone all day she figured it was the former and made her way into the room slowly so as not to spook him.

“You gonna say anything, Spellman?” He asked with a smirk, though he didn’t look up from his page. “Or you just gonna come in here all quiet and attempt to be sneaky.”

“I wasn’t being sneaky.” She rolled her eyes and plopped herself on the bed near him. She scrunched her face in mock of him when he looked up amusingly. “You looked all focused and in concentration mode and I didn’t want to scare you.”

“I knew you were here the second you stepped on the property.” Nick told her, closing the book and tossing it to the side like it didn’t matter.

“Ahhhh the locket.” Sabrina smirked and nodded. She reached over and pulled it from his shirt, playing with it. He chuckled in response and grabbed her hand, wanting her to hold his instead.

“Nah I could feel you before the locket did.” He kissed her fingers as her brow furrowed, silently asking him to elaborate. “I’ve always felt connected to you, I guess. But it grew stronger after the Sweet Hereafter. I can just sense you.” He reached over and brushed her cheek. Her hair was longer now and no longer snow-white, an effect of her resurrection. But she was still the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. “I can sense what you’re feeling. What you need. It’s how I knew everything worked out with Cheryl.” He gave her a lopsided smile. “Well that and that you’re you.”

Sabrina you thought about it for a moment and recognized the same stirrings in herself, far before the locket around her neck vibrated. It’s how she knew the times he was having a bad day and just needed her to hold him.

“It’s the same for me, Nick.” She ran a hand through his hair, messing it up more. “It’s like our souls are tethered together.”

“Forever and ever.” He narrowed his eyes at her and pulled her quickly to him, kissing her firmly. They could hardly manage it though because of how she was giggling, remembering how cheesy he could be. Their smiling kisses faded into softer and more delicate ones before they pulled apart, needing a moment to breathe.

“So it all went well then?” Nick asked her.

“Perfectly.” Sabrina gave a firm nod. “It was nice to do some magic to help someone, you know that didn’t involve some sacrifice to save the world.”

“I prefer it this way too.” Nick responded with a small chuckle.

“What about you, babe?” Sabrina grazed his jaw with her nails and he shuddered. “You looked somewhere else when I came in here.”

“Oh just another book your Aunt wants me to incorporate into my classes. Another book that uses a cipher so I don’t know what it says.”

“Yet.” Sabrina tapped his chin with a confident nod. She knew he’d figure it it, he always did. She knew what he might need then, a break, and decided he needed to take it with her. “How about a bath?”

His eyebrows raised at her suggestion.

“Only if you join me.” He said seriously, as if it was even a question.

“Well, duh.” She said with a snap as she grabbed his hand and dragged him off to their bathroom, bubbles already forming and steam rising. “Get in, Scratch. And then make room for me.”

He was always happy to oblige.