#ambrose spellman fic

[frost-queen]

Witches hour (Reader x Ambrose Spellman)

Requested by: anon ,Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex--awesome--22 @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco@subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @melsunshine, @panhoeofmanyfandoms, @venomsvl, @the-uncoordinated-house-cat, @rosecentury,  @imagines-by-her,  @evilcr0ne, @vviolynn

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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[thebisexualdogdad]

Nature prompt 15 for Ambrose with a vampire Bf please 😌

*reader and Ambrose have been together for a century, since before the Vatican incident*

Being a vampire meant you weren't allowed inside the academy walls, but that didn't stop you and Ambrose from sneaking around outside of the school.

You weren't totally thrilled when your boyfriend told you he was offered a position at the academy by father blackwood but you were excited to be able to be with Ambrose outside the Spellman home again.

On the edge of the property was a hedge maze, a place you were easily able to be alone.

The two of you ran through the maze, hand in hand under the moonlight until you felt you were far enough in and you smiled as you pushed Ambrose up against the wall of the maze and passionately kiss him.

"You know if this job goes well I could get out of my house arrest all together and we can travel the world like we used to," he says.

"Where shall we go first, my love?" You ask as you hastily free his cock from his pants.

"We've never been to South America," he says groaning as you stroke him.

"Sounds like we have a trip to plan," you laugh.

Your bulge is straining against your pants and you are desperate to fuck him.

You turn Ambrose around so his bare ass is rubbing your election.

"Fuck Ambrose, do you feel how hard you make me," you grunt.

"It's one of my many special skills," he grins.

You let your pants pool around your ankles and tease him with the tip of your cock.

Ambrose moans and the cool night air isn't the only thing giving you goosebumps.

You give him a few slow shallow thrusts before picking up the pace into a quick steady rhythm.

His hands are planted on the wall, it's not the sturdiest surface but it's just sturdy enough while you're thrusting into him.

You're holding onto his hips and kissing his neck and Ambrose needs more.

"Y/N," he sighs.

"Yeah?"

"Bite me."

"Are you sure?" You ask.

"Fuck yes," he grunts.

Ambrose discovered decades ago that he enjoyed you drinking his blood during sex but after a few mishaps of him passing out you always made sure to double check he was feeling good enough to do so.

You sink your teeth into his neck, Ambrose moaning loudly as he feels his blood leave him.

With the taste of his blood on your lips you're in euphoria and can't stop yourself from cumming.

Ambrose reaches down and strokes himself to completion but begins to feel woozy after his orgasm hits him.

"Grapefruit, grapefruit," he says using your safeword.

You immediately retract your teeth, stilling your hips and wrapping your arms around his waist to hold him upright.

You stay like that for a minute, Ambrose starting to feel better when he catches his breath.

"You okay love?" You ask, softly kissing the bite marks left on his skin.

"Yeah, yeah, got a little light headed but I'm okay now," he assures you.

You gently pull out of him, a string of cum going from your cock to his ass.

"You should go back to your room and get a good night's rest," you tell him, helping him get his pants back on, "and don't forget to eat plenty of the snacks hidden under your bed."

"Will do, it felt really good by the way," he says knowing you are in your own head concerned you took it too far, "like really really good."

"I'm glad to hear that," you say feeling relieved and kissing him sweetly with both of you now dressed.

"So… do you remember how to get out of here?" He laughs.

No matter how many times you had sex in this maze you always got lost trying to get out and tonight was no exception.

#chilling adventures of sabrina imagine #ambrose spellman imagine #ambrose spellman x reader #x male reader #fic

[chillingaudrina]

off-syllabus: ambrose. bon vivant. [ 5 / 8 ]. chilling adventures of sabrina.

With Ambrose and Prudence, something in one recognized the other.

additional material for intro to mortal studies.

#chilling adventures of sabrina #ambrose spellman #prudence blackwood #fic #intro to mortal studies #off syllabus

[gayaristocrat]

——Masterlist——

Key: Smut = {s} Fluff = {f} Angst = {a}

Stranger Things

Eddie Munson

Eddie Munson x Male Reader {s}

Request: This is just me being a slut, like my name, but wearing a skirt for Eddie for the first time. Like he’s just rambling and rambling then he notices that you’ve changed from pants to the skirt and then he starts being absolutely feral. Then he spreads your leg and starts kissing his way up your thighs and you’re just leaking like crazy underneath, leaving a wet spot on the front And he makes you keep it on as he rails the fuck out of you

Eddie Munson x FtM! Reader {s}

Request: Omg omg I'm going feral over this but imagine an FTM reader and Eddie Munson but like. Eddie putting a pillow under Reader's back and pressing on their stomach while absolutely RAILING him---

Billy Hargrove

Billy Hargrove x Male Reader {f}

Summary: How would Billy Hargrove be in an a-z fluff?

Billy Hargrove x Male Reader {s}

Request: Hi I LOVED your billy a-z fluff if you are doing requests can you do another billy a-z but smut? Or headcanon

Billy Hargrove x Male Reader {s}

Request: What do you think Billy Hargrove will do to help his boyfriend who is scared of sex?

Billy Hargrove x Male reader {f}, {s}

Request: Hi! Going off of Billy helping his bf with his fear of sex, how about Billy planning a beautiful night for his bf who told him they feel confident to have sex and Billy make love to them gently and praised them

Billy Hargrove x Male Reader {s}

Summary: While Billy was punishing you, you discover a secret about yourself you never know about. 

Wednesday

Tyler Galpin

Tyler Galpin x Male Reader {s}

Summary: Tyler's boyfriend gives him head as he falls apart at the sight

Harry Potter

Harry Potter

Harry Potter x Male Reader {s}

Summary: Harry’s boyfriend gives him head while at a very important zoom meeting for work

Riverdale

Archie Andrews

Yandere! Archie Andrews x Femboy! Male Reader*

Request: So do you still take request? and how is your day? I was thinking yandere Archie Andrew x femboy male reader. I like yandere books btw. The plot is that the reader is new to Riverdale high

Archie Andrews x Mute! Male Reader***

Request: Reading your fics always makes me happy. Would you do a headcanon of archie taking his boyfriend who is mute out on a picnic for their birthday and just being soft to him and affectionate with some soft nsfw

Archie Andrews x Male Reader**

Summary: How would a date night with your heroic boyfriend, Archie Andrews, play out?

Reggie Mantle

Reggie Mantle x Male Reader***

Summary: Since Reggie had been denying you attention, you decided to find it somewhere else, knowing full well how easily jealous he gets.

American Horror Story

Michael Langdon

Michael Langdon x Male Reader

Summary: Michael takes a liking to the reader and falls for him. Michael wants to ‘question’ the reader, but things get more heated than they should.

|| 1 | | 2 | | 3*** ||

Michael Langdon x FtM! Reader***

Summary: Michael has a hard day at work, but thankfully he can come home and relieve his stress every day.

Michael Langdon x Male Reader***

Summary: Being tied up as Michael plays with you like his little rag doll was not how you planned your night to go, especially being denied and teased by him.

Michael Langdon x Male Reader***

Summary: Sometimes its good to just be an obedient little puppy

Chilling Adventures Of Sabrina

Ambrose Spellman

Ambrose Spellman x Male Reader**

Summary: Could Ambrose Spellman really have found the love of his life or is he just another summer fling?

Ambrose Spellman x Male Reader***

Summary: What could possibly make Ambrose Spellman punish his sweet little boyfriend?

Father Blackwood

Father Blackwood x Male Reader***

Summary: Reader and Sabrina try to come up with a plan to get back at Weird Sisters, but he wants to do something bigger. But what happened when things take a turn?

Harvey Kinkle

Harvey Kinkle x Male Reader ** (angst to fluff)

Summary: It's time for Harvey's boyfriend to confess a secret, but will things go as planned?

Nicholas Scratch

Nicholas Scratch x FtM! Reader

Summary: Nicholas spends a special holiday with his boyfriend

|| 1 | | 2 | | 3 | | 4*** ||

Supernatural

Sam Winchester

Sam Winchester x Male Reader***

Summary: Sam and reader both hate each other and they work out their frustrations together

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[bonniebird]

This is a list of current requests I have pending: 

This list will be updated as / when fics are queued.

Requesting information here

Prompts:

.

1. “Are you wearing my (Hoodie)?”

 Allison Argent x Male!Reader

- Requested by: @ab1nsur​

- Notes: Smut

2. “You're a vampire! I knew it!”

 Kol Mikaelson x Fem!reader

- Requested by: ​@thatweirdoleigh

- Notes:

3. “What will this alliance cost me?”

 Lucien castle x witch fem reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: Frenimes to lovers

4.

Full Requests:

.

1. John agrees to help Dean find you after you’re taken by vampires during a hunt

Dean Winchester x Reader

- Requested by: @ellobruv

- Notes:

2. Stiles doesn’t trust Peter to protect you when you go with the other werewolves to help protect Beacon Hills

Stiles Stilinski x Reader

- Requested by: @ellobruv

- Notes: 

3. your brother Lucifer teams up with Mazikeen after they find out you have fallen for Chloe Decker

Chloe Decker x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: 

4. Lydia confesses her feelings to you when Magnus interrupts the wedding

Lydia Branwell x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: 

5. Meeting and falling in love with Freya when you visit New Orleans

Freya Mikaelson x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: 

5. The Mikaelsons are shocked to find out tat you, their childhood friend, are still alive

Rebekah Mikaelson x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: 

5. Your brother Sweets accidentally reveals your private relationship with Cam

Camille Saroyan x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: 

5. Your childhood best friend Derek finds out that you and Emily Prentiss are dating

Emily x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: 

6. Confessing to your childhood friend that you're in love with them

Tyler Lockwood x female reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: 

7. Hotch begins to panic when you're late for work

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Requested by Anon

Notes: 

8. You and Bill work together to keep each other safe during the Hogwarts battle

Bill x Fem!Reader

Requested by Anon

Notes:

9. Finally meeting your pen pal, Ambrose Spellman, after your house arrest is up (Part three)

Ambrose x Fem!Reader

Requested by Anon

Part One

Part Two

10. Alicent Hightower arranges for you, the daughter or Rhaenyra's closest ally to wed Aemond Targaryen

Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Requested by Anon

Notes: Face claim requested - Jodie Cormer

11. You and Rhaenyra Targaryen spend the night together after an argument

Rhaenyra Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Requested by Anon

Notes: Oneshot format, smut

13. Aemond Targaryen finds himself in competition for his crushes attention when his cousin from Essos arrives at Kinglanding

Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Requested by Anon

Notes: Face claim requested - Jodie Cormer, Viserys GOT

14.

#bonniebird #pending requests

[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.

#ask #tag game #caos #and she speaks #existentialmalaises

[fictionkinfessions]

I come into the world and am immediately hit with the painful findings that no one has ever even thought about shipping me and my boyfriend, even though we're two prominent male figures in my source. Usually that's enough for someone to take a swing at writing a crack fic at least.

But i haven't spent 75 years under house arrest without learning how to sit down and write a novel, so I suppose if I want content I must make it myself. However, I wish I didn't have to be the one to make it all.

Nick, if you're out there, my wolf, my lovely boy, I'm sorry no one else could see our potential. My love for you has crossed time and space and if I am the only one to remember, so be it. But please, darling. Come home soon.

-Ambrose Spellman (fictive, chilling adventures of sabrina)

x

#fictionkinfessions #fictive #ambrosespellmanfictive #caosfictive #apology #chara love #mod party cat #shipping issue #fandom issue

[dd122004dd]

The Not-so-Terrifying Eldritch Terror

Well, we’re writing a fic about the second eldritch terror, the uninvited. And the reader is a hedge-witch who was wandering the forests alone. She’s a witch of herbs and healing but she also specializes in poisons, so hence she was always excluded from the coven.

So, the reader is at Hilda’s wedding and she proposes that instead of crashing other people’s parties, why not build his own home? The terror should build a place to belong or he can take shelter in her home.

And they relate to each other, because they were forever un-welcomed and now they have each other and it’s really fluffy.

Also, since she’s a witch of herbs and healing, she like yk cleans him up and heals his wounds. I mean, the man’s legs must be sore and blistered from wandering the cosmos for all of eternity.

Also, he’d totally rip the hearts out of anyone who hurt her.

Warnings: Mentions of the end of the world, mentions of homicide, implies forced marriage but it is her choice, scars and wounds

A hedge witch, that was what the coven called me, though I had been here even before their forefathers laid their roots in my soil. They always hated my kind, called us uneducated and unnatural.

So, now here I was, after centuries of wandering the wilderness alone, at the wedding of Hilda Spellman, surrounded by people who appreciated me and my talents.

To be quite fair, I was quite ready to eradicate the puny coven with the other hedge witches but as time progressed they grew on me, like vines they encased me with their warmth and I felt like I had a place to belong, a home.

~

The champagne was flowing and the band was moving the attendants of the party with their groovy beats. Hilda and her new groom looked happily in love, like the people around them ceased to exist in each other’s presence. I wish to have such a love, one day.

Then came the disastrous speech which quite frankly was hilarious. I mean I knew that the youngling shouldn’t have had so much gin but she was an adult, so what can we say?

I’m not going to lie, I quite enjoyed the music Sabrina’s friends were playing, particularly the song ‘Radio Gaga’ what an odd name but it was certainly groovy. But as the music slowly came to a close, the incubus in Theo kept body-hopping till it landed in the particularly fine gentleman in a dashing suit...who seemed to absorb the incubus.

And that’s where all hell broke loose.

 ~

Okay, why would they not keep Ambrose in-charge of letting the guests in, since he knew what the Uninvited looked like? Or they could have showed Sabrina and Nick a picture of the potential party-crasher, honestly these witches just make life a little harder sometimes.

Though, I’m a little sad that the little warlock got his heart pulled out, but who tries to try and boss around an Eldritch terror? Especially about clothes?

The Eldritch terror proceeded to propose a toast, to the end of days, promising to end each of us who attended the wedding, refusing Hilda’s invitation.

Just as the entity started approaching the crowd, Sabrina stepped forward but before she could get a word out I stepped in front of her, “What if you were always invited?”

The entity looked at me, curious at my question.

“What if you had a place to belong? A home. A place that you were always welcomed to. A place where you could finally rest? Would you spare these people in exchange?”

“I would, but I have no such resting place, hence since these people deprived me of my momentary reprieve, I shall deprive them of their hearts, for only those that are truly heart-less deserve to be so.”

He raised his arm to plunge into the nearest guest before I interrupted, “I could give you that. A home.”

“How?” His voice echoed through the silent hall.

“We could get married. That way, you’d always be welcome to my home. You’d always have a seat at my table, beside me and you’ll receive the warmth that was denied of you at the beginning.”

The Uninvited eagerly agreed, while the rest of the inhabitants of the hall were relieved to live another day yet appalled at my solution.

~

“Why would you do this? Sacrifice yourself to be chained to that-that monster?” Sabrina questioned, outraged.

“I feel- I sense his loneliness. I know how he feels, how it feels to not have anywhere to rest, anywhere to call home, so the least I could do is provide his weary soul with some comfort, dear friend.” 

“Still! It’s not right that you have to sacrifice so much for a coven who spurned you, only inviting you in when they had no other option.”

“Sabrina, it was my choice. My decision and I would appreciate it if you did not meddle with this. I do not wish to trap him in a trinket like we did the darkness, so please do not do that. Plus, I’ll be okay. And maybe he’ll be able to help us against the other terrors.” Sabrina’s protests died down but I knew that she would not let this go silently.

The rest of the coven had mixed reactions. Zelda shared Sabrina’s sentiments, Hilda felt guilty as if the whole ordeal was her fault and Ambrose...well he was less than pleased. 

~

We had the wedding at the academy, in Zelda’s office with Zelda officiating, much to her displeasure. I wore a beautiful white dress decorated with real flowers, namely, white plumeria, aquelegia canadensis, baby blue eyes. hellebores and a plethora of other flowers. 

A flower crown sprouted from my hair, a courtesy of my nature based powers, or ‘flower-powers’ as Sabrina would call them.

When I walked into the room, everyone was stunned into silence. If it was under better circumstances, some would have smiled too.

The person who was the most stunned was perhaps my own groom, with wide eyes filled with adoration and wonder he extended his hands towards me. I placed my hands gently in his, noting the wounds from his years of travel.

I smiled softly at him, before the ceremony began.

The wedding passed by in a blur and before I knew it I was being escorted out of the office on the arm of my new husband.

~

We entered the main hall of the coven and I raised my arms, causing vines to sprout from the crevices of the hall. Flowers of a wide variety blossomed in the room. Everyone was in awe of the display. Music played through the air as the newly wed couple danced and the coven watched.

Soon they retired to her cottage in the woods that she had built over the centuries.

It was had two floors and was quite large. It looked like it had emerged from a fairy tale.

“May I carry you over the threshold?” Her groom asked tentatively.

She agreed and he carried her to her room.

Her room was decorated with vines and plants on every surface. Her bed was carved of wood with intricate patterns throughout. She also had a huge vaulted window through which moon-light poured into the room. Near the window was a window-seat laid with pillows and cushions that looked incredibly cozy.

Her groom gently set her down on her feet and looked at her.

She simply smiled and told him, “First, before we go further I want to give you a bath then tend to your wounds. I know they must hurt. Will you let me?”

Taken aback by his bride’s request, he simply nodded his consent.

She grinned and went to prepare him a bath.

~

When his wife was out of the room he began contemplating her actions. Why would she be so kind to him? He was the one who had threatened to kill her and all those she held dear to her. Why would she want to dress his wounds? No one had ever dressed his wounds before. Why did she care? Was it all an act? Was this some sort of trap? No. It couldn’t be. She was too kind and he sensed no ulterior motives from her.

He was broken out of his reverie by the sound of his new bride calling him into the bathroom.

The bathroom was a large room with a white bath tub at the center of the room. At the far end of the room also stood a shower as well as a few shelves with all sorts of herbs, essential oils, bath salts and bubble-baths- everything that one would need to take a relaxing bath. There was also a screen in the corner behind which the new groom took off his garments.

The bathroom glowed in the yellow lights of the candles spread across the room.

The tub was filled with sweet-smelling water. He could not place the scent but it was quite relaxing. Flowers of all kinds floated on the water and beside the tub stood his new bride, she had changed her clothes to something more comfortable, smiling gently at him she motioned for him to enter the tub.

~

As his back rested against the warm porcelain of the tub his new wife got to work, gently removing the knots from his hair before washing it clean of what seemed like centuries of grime. She proceeded to gently wash his face, being mindful of the cuts.

As she was washing his hands, he asked her, “Why did you marry me?”

“Hmm?”

“Why would you marry someone like me?”

“Why, husband? Are you regretting your decision so soon?” she chuckled before continuing, “Did I tell you how I came to be with the coven?”

He leaned forward, eager to hear her.

“I was what covens call a hedge-witch. I had no coven and no place to call home. So, a few hundred years ago I decided to lay down roots, to create my own home after wandering for centuries. That’s when I came across Greendale. There was something drawing me here so I followed that pull and built this house. But it wasn’t until the coven was faced by pagans that the other hedge-witches and I were included in their coven, in their little family. The point is that I sensed a deep loneliness and longing within you, something I had felt myself for a long time and no one deserves to feel like that, which is why I married you.”

He was silent after my revelation and the rest of the bath passed by in relative silence.

After an hour of moisturizing, conditioning and massaging her new groom the bath water was drained and she wrapped him in a fluffy towel-robe. (She may have lived in the forest but she was not a heathen.) She told him that she was going down to the kitchen to prepare something for his injuries and that he was welcome to join her.

So there he was, sat at her kitchen table, watching her flutter around the kitchen grabbing bottles, plucking leaves from the potted plants, mixing, grinding and chopping while humming under her breath.

He simply watched her motions, intrigued by her mundane activities.

She turned to him, smiling and wrapped his wounds in gauze. Smothering his wounds in the green colored paste she warned him that the medicine would sting but he sat there, unflinching at her ministrations. 

She paid special attention to the wounds on his feet which he no doubt incurred while on his long, tiring journey.

After bandaging him up she prepared a hearty stew with vegetables, meat and bread. They sat at her kitchen counter, side-by-side partaking in the delicious spread. He polished off his bowl in record time and was offered a second helping, which he graciously accepted.

~

After centuries of wandering the cosmos he felt...not angry. Well, not as angry as he used to feel. He felt warm in his chest. Was this what being cared for felt like?

After she they were sated she smiled tiredly at him before escorting him to her bedroom. She’d made it clear that she was tired from the events of the day and thus did not feel up to consummating their marriage.

He protested, at the beginning but eventually gave in, agreeing that his wounds should heal before he spent intimate time with his new wife.

They laid on her bed, side-by-side with their hands intertwined and talked to each other. Both wanting to know more about their new spouse.

He told her about his journey through the cosmos and how everything came to be and she told him about her life on Earth, her love for plants and the friends she had made through her life.

“Why did you not cut my hair?”

“Hmm?”

“A man called Blackwood cut my hair before sending me to your friend’s wedding. Why didn’t you?”

“You’re going to find this silly, but I find men with long hair particularly enticing.”

“Is that so?”

“It is, dear groom.”

“Well, I find women who bloom flowers particularly enticing as well.”

Hearing this, she grew a red chrysanthemum and gave it to him before she closed her eyes and went to sleep.

The uninvited twirled the flower between his fingers before gripping the stem tightly, hoping to preserve it, and went to sleep.

For once his sleep was comfortable and warm. His heart was full and so was his stomach, all thanks to the little witch that laid by his side, who looked past his exterior and saw the lonely tortured soul hidden deep within.

#The uninvited x reader #the uninvited #caos #caos fic #caos x reader #chilling adventures of sabrina #sabrina spellman #sabrina netflix #Eldritch terror #Second Eldritch Terror #Eldritch terror x reader

[frankie-mercury]

Love the snippet from your Sabrina x Stranger Things fic... can't wait for more I think the premise is super interesting. Hope you continue to post more of it.

I’m glad you liked it - I definitely plan on posting the full chapter - I’ve been struggling a bit with getting the plot “settled” but it’s definitely coming! I’m just trying to make sure I have everything covered for where I want it to go.

Edit: Chapter 1 is here

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina + Stranger Things crossover

Reader is mixed (black and white) a witch (A Spellman) who moved to Hawkins after becoming the Queen of hell (which will be gotten into later. Things are gonna start off pretty quick - takes place in Season 4 of stranger things with other elements from the other seasons included (I’m taking GREAT creative liberty)

Warnings for later chapters: will include smut, Eddie Munson x Reader, will include pagan imagery, spell work and witchcraft. Takes place during the ‘satanic panic’ so if that makes you uncomfortable don’t read.

MDNI

Chapter 1

To say your life was hellish was a severe understatement. So much so that your two aunts Hilda and Zelda and cousin Ambrose quickly relocated you to Hawkins, Indiana your senior year of High School. So many things had changed leading up to this move. You had lost friends, lost family connection, fought the “devil” himself and became the Queen of hell at the age of 20. A part of you, buried deep in your soul, longed for normalcy, or what you perceived as normalcy. You loved the gifts of being a witch, you truly did, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Moving to Hawkins was exactly what you needed - even though leaving your family was one of the hardest decisions you had to make. It was what was best for you - and them.

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Being the new kid is a feeling you despised - especially when you were the different new kid. The black clothing, crystal, sigil and pentacle jewelry also didn’t help with the wondering eyes. You decided your best course of action was to lay low and blend in, as much as a witch could amongst mortals. But per usual, people had other plans.

You had brought a book to read, not minding sitting alone at lunch. Sitting down with your poor excuse of a lunch you pulled your book from your backpack, opening to the last page you had read.

“Hey newbie!”

You jumped at the voice, turning to see a kid wearing a ballcap and a graphic tee with a patterned button up. He motioned for you to come sit at his table, the other boys looking at you. You sighed, shaking your head before putting your book back in your bag and walking over to their table, avoiding the wandering eyes as you sat down.

“How can I help you?”

“Dustin Henderson,” the boy said holding out a hand for you to shake.

“Y/n Spellman,” you said, shaking his hand.

“Eddie Munson,” you turned to put a face to the voice, finding him to be wearing the same shirt under a leather jacket and jean vest, long unruly hair brushing past his shoulders. “Ms. Spellman, it’s an honor,” he said, jokingly bowing to you. You lips unturned in a slight smirk, finding it funny that he knew nothing about you. “You don’t look like the other students here,” he said, gesturing to the necklaces that hung from your neck, all of the bearing pagan and occult symbols. “I like your style,” he added, his brown eyes meeting your sharplpy lined ones. “We would like to bestow you the privilege to join our group.”

“And what makes you think I’d even want to join your…group?” The boys laughed, egging Eddie on.

“Us freaks have to stick together,” he said, not breaking eye contact with you.

“Freaks? Does that have anything to do with the t-shirts all of you are wearing?”

“These? These have to do with DnD,” Dustin said excitedly. “We could teach you how to play! It’s a b-” The boy beside Dustin hit him upside the back of his head, shaking his own.

“Mike what was that for?” Dustin asked at the same time as you said,

“I know how to play DnD Dustin,”

“Only I can offer an invitation to someone into Hellfire Henderson, you know that.” Eddie said, turning to look to you. “What do you say sweetheart?” Eddie asked, cocking his head to the side, seemingly interested that you played DnD.

“What’s the harm?” You asked with a shrug, sitting down next to Dustin. You looked at everyone at the table, eyes finding Eddie’s and looking at the magazine in his hands. “What’s the news?”

“The devil has come to Hawkins.” You smile broke for a second, rasing a brow.

“Elaborate?”

“Apparently,” Eddie began, putting on a voice representing a newscaster, “the game has been connected to ritual sacrifice, sodomy, suicide, and even-” he took a dramatic pause, “murder”

“Exciting,” you chuckled under your breath, sighing in slight relief. You had already been at the end of one witch hunt you didn’t want to be at the end of another.

“What are you doing in Hawkins?” Mike asked. You chuckled softly, shaking your head.

“If I told you the truth you wouldn’t believe me,” you said, fingers unintentionally moving to your pentagram necklace.

“You’d be surprised,” Dustin breathed. You opened your mouth to say something, the bell signaling the end of lunch interrupted you. Dustin and Mike both said their goodbyes, as well as the other boys except for Eddie.

“I really like you,” Eddie said softly. “Meet me out in the woods after school.”

“Gonna kill me?”

“Oh no, you’re too hot to kill,” he said with a soft smirk.

“Smooth Munson,” you said with a smile.

“You don’t mind being seen with a mixed girl?” You asked softly, your eyes sad as you met his. His brows furrowed in confusion, a faint look of pity meeting yours.

“Look at me, do you think I really care about appearances?” Eddie asked softly.

“No but…”

“No buts sweetheart. I’m not gonna hurt you. I might look scary but I’d never hurt someone.” He said shaking his head. The second bell rang, signalling your time was nearing an end. “Let me walk you to class.”

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Eddie had nearly talked your ear off as he walked you to class. He really didn’t seem to care that people were staring, and when he talked to you, you didn’t either. The school day ended quickly, thankfully, Eddie had decided that he liked you enough to let you sit in on DnD. He paused at the open doors, eyes scanning the room in front of him.

“Where’s Sinclair?”

“We-we were gonna tell you but then-” Mike began.

“I invited y/n over and we forgot,” Dustin said softly.

“Forgot what exactly?”

“Lucas is at the championship game,” the two boys murmured as Eddie slowly walked to the elaborate table like a predator cornering his prey. Slamming his hands down on the table.

“You mean to tell me that Lucas has been taken to the dark side and you didn’t think to tell me until now?” Eddie ground out. He looked over his shoulder at you, smirking gently. “Lucky you’re here sweetheart,” he said turning to face you fully, arms crossing smugly. “Class and level?”

“Chaotic good half elf rogue, level 14,” you said in response, keeping his gaze.

“A little feisty,” he said eyes narrowing slightly. “Let’s see what you’re worth Spellman.”

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The game came down to you and Dustin, who unfortunately died tragically.

“Flee? Or fight?” Eddie asked.

“We said to the death didn’t we?” You said softly, holding your hand out for the “D20 please,”

“Be my guest,” he said placing the die in your hand with a smirk. Holding the die in your hands you took a break stating a simply spell in your mind;

When chance’s dice I choose to throw

Little seed of acorn grow

As I gild thee here and now

Bring to me my desire

Eddie held eye contact with you as the die rolled, neither of you breaking it until you heard the triumphant cheers of the boys around you, Dustin shaking you in excitement. Eddie, one for theatrics you’ve learned, bowed to you once again, the smirk you’ve been growing to love staring back at you.

“Well done Spellman.”

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After the game you walked out to the woods, sitting down at a picnic table. You looked around, hearing a blond girl walked up behind you. She wore a cheerleader uniform, she seemed nervous as she sat down next to you.

“You’re the new kid aren’t you?” She asked you.

“Mhmm,” you nodded.

“Chrissy Cunningham,” she said, offering you a small smile.

“Y/n Spellman”

“Are you buying from him too?” She asked.

“Buying?”

“Weed,” she said softly. Your eyebrows rose slightly and shook your head.

“I didn’t know he sold,” you said softly.

“Oh! I thought you knew,” she said softly. “You’re not gonna tell anyone right?”

“No, no. It’s cool,” you said, “I dabble.”

“Ladies,” Chrissy jumped at the sound of Eddie’s voice, the latter holding his hands up in surrender. “Didn’t mean to scare you,” he said looking between the two of you. “You buyin?”

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Eddie had taken his time to make Chrissy comfortable with buying from him as she decided that she wanted something stronger. She and Eddie had been in his trailer for an awful long time, you deciding to stay outside, a blunt between your lips as you anxiously toyed with your obsidian ring. Something about this felt off.

Then you heard his scream.

The fear you saw on his face as he ran out of his trailer, you didn’t know what had happened but he looked terrified.

“Eddie? Eddi What happened!” You asked as he frantically unlocked his van.

“Chrissy-she, I was getting the special k and she, she floated and-and now,” he murmured under his breath, his hands shaking.

“Eddie calm down, if you co-”

“Chrissy’s dead y/n!” He said, hands gripping your shoulders tight. “I-I have to get out of here.”

“De- What?!”

“Get in the van Spellman!” Eddie didn’t offer anything else, pushing you towards the passenger seat, running to the drivers seat. He didn’t even speak to you as he put the van in reverse, driving like a mad man out of the trailer park.

“Where are you going?”

“Far from here,” he said quickly.

“Go to my house,” you said quickly.

“What?” He breathed, eyes wide and trained on the road.

“Go to my fucking house!” You said firmly, making Eddie jump.

“Why?”

“I can keep you safe,” you said. “Trust me,”

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The two of you had abandoned the van in a thick patch of woods, as you lead Eddie to your house, in the outskirts of Hawkins. The night concealed the two of you as you led him inside.

“You live here alone?” Eddie asked softly, looking around.

“It’s a long story,” you said quietly, pulling this jacket off slowly. “How are you doing?”

“I-I just watched something kill the Queen of Hawkins high in my trailer and now I’m alone with the hottest girl in school, how do you think I’m doing?”

“You think I’m hot?” You asked with a soft smile. He scoffed at your statement, shaking his head.

“You don’t believe me - about Chrissy do you?”

“First off I wouldn’t be alone with you if I had a single doubt that you killed her. Second off, I’ve had my fair share of…strange experiences. You’d be surprised how unsurprised I am by this, but onto more important matters, is there someone I can call?”

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You waited as the land line rang, watching Eddie pace back and forth beside you.

“You keep doing that you’re gonna run a hole in the rug Munson.”

“Shut it Spellman.”

“Henderson Residence.”

“Hi, this is Y/n Spellman, I go to school with Dustin and I wanted to ask him some questions about the game we played tonight,” you said the lie rolling off your tongue easily, hoping the woman who you assumed was his mother would buy it. She seemingly did as she transferred the call to Dustin.

“Y/n?”

“Is anyone listening in?” You asked quietly.

“No?”

“I - I need you to come over. Eddie’s here and…something happened.” You said softly.

“What happened?” Dustin asked. Your silence seemed to be telling enough as he spoke again. “Was it a demogorgon? Or a demodog?”

“A what? Dustin I don’t know what your talking about.”

“There monsters from another dimension, their face opens u-“

“Dustin, I need you here. So Eddie can explain.”

“Alright, but tell Eddie I’m bringing the others. And Steve.”

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“Steve Harrington? Dustin said he was bringing Steve?” Eddie asked, fidgeting with the rings on his fingers as the two of you sat at your dinner table that your aunt had graciously allowed you to take from Greendale.

“Yeah, he said he needed a ride, and something about a bat,” you said shaking your head. “Did you need a drink? Food? A change of clothes?” You asked, reaching a hand out to his. He didn’t answer right away, seeming to examine you closely.

“What are you?”

“What?” You asked softly, brows furrowing.

“I-the jewelry, the pentagram, the vibe.” He said, waving his hands about. You

took a breath, turning your face from him for a few seconds. “You’re a witch aren’t you,” he said softly, fidgetting. You gave him a soft nod as you turned around to face him again. “Cool, cool,” he breathed, running his hand through his hair. “Witches, demons, monsters, I’m going insane aren’t I?”

“No Eddie, you’re not,” you said, shaking your head. “This world isn’t…as it seems,” you said gently.

“Clearly, I mean a girl levitated and died from the inside out in my fucking trailer!” He said bluntly, hands slamming down on the dining room table.

“Eddie, how can I help?” You asked quietly, once again placing your hands over his again to squeeze gently.

“I-I don’t know,” he said softly. “I don’t fucking know.”

“Well, I’m here, and you’re safe. With me. No one gets in who I don’t allow,” you said firmly. “Speaking of which, the others are here,” you said, standing up from your seat. “Stay here,” you added as you moved to the front door.

“Where would I go?” Eddie asked absentmindedly, staring at his hands. You opened the door to see Dustin with another young girl and boy and two people your age.

“Hey Dustin, who’re they?” You asked, blocking the doorway.

“Max, Lucas, Robin and Steve.” Dustin said, pointing to each person.

“You weren’t followed were you?”

“Not that I’m aware of,” Steve said, moving to lean against the doorway. “Can we come in?”

“Uh, yeah,” you said stepping aside to allow them in through the wards you had setup.

“Nice house you’ve got here,” Dustin said, taking time to look around slowly.

“Wait here please,” you said, walking up behind Eddie, hands resting on his shoulders to soothe him gently. “You gonna be polite?”

“I don’t trust Harrington,” Eddie said shaking his head.

“But you trust Dustin, right,” you said, absentmindedly squeezing the muscles of his shoulders.

“Yeah,” he sighed, head falling forward. “Feels good,” he murmured, his body relaxing slightly.

“I’ll level with you, you play nice and I will give you the best massage of your life,” you said softly, “How does that sound?”

“Trying to make a move on me y/n?” Eddie asked, standing up to turn around to face you, moving your hands from his shoulders.

“I’m being hospitable,” you said softly, offering him a gentle smile. “What do you say?”

“I say, you put forth a strong argument m’lady.” Eddie said, “I’ll play nice,” he added with a smirk that made you want to giggle.

“Henderson, get you and your friends in here,” you called, not pulling your eyes from Eddie. He held your gaze a few moments more before turning to face Dustin. Offering the boy a hand he snorted, pulling him close in a hug.

“Henderson.”

“Munson.”

“Who’re they?”

“Robin, she plays in band.” Dustin said, Robin mimicking a trumpet with her fingers. “Steve…you know him,” the two men shared eye contact, neither one making a move to shake hands or offer salutations. “You know Lucas, and Max, she never wants to play dnd” Max shrugged, her eyes meeting yours with a small smile after Eddie’s. “Oh and she’s y/n, the new kid.” Dustin said pointing to you. You offered them all a wave, moving closer to Eddie.

“I’ve taken the liberty of keeping Eddie with me, he’s safe here. No one will find him here,” you said.

“How are you going to keep him safe newbie?” Steve asked, turning to face you, a hand cocked on his hip. You looked to Eddie as he offered you a soft nod.

“Don’t freak out,” you said softly. “I’m a witch,” you said softly. “I let you enter my home with my permission to let you through my wards. No random person will be able to break them I assure you.”

“Cool.” Dustin said, sitting down at the dinner table expectantly. Your eyes followed him with a confused gaze.

“What are you doing Dustin?”

“Dinner?”

“Oh you’re just assuming I’d provide dinner?”

“Dinner actually sounds great y/n.” Eddie said with a smug grin.

“Oh I’m sure it does Munson. But I’m only housing Eddie, not you and your…gang.”

“But doesn’t Eddie have to fill us in on what happened?” Robin asked, a small smile present on her lips.

“Oh wonderful, you’re all in this together.”

#eddie munson #stranger things #the chilling adventures of sabrina #eddie munson/reader #stranger things fanfiction

[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.”

#ambrose #ambrose spellman #caos #chilling adventures of sabrina #ambrose spellman x reader #ambrose spellman fic #ambrose spellman smut #caos fic #smut #the chilling adventures of Sabrina #netflix chilling adventures of sabrina

[thebisexualdogdad]

He's a charmer - Ambrose Spellman x M!Reader

"More mashed potatoes dear?" Hilda asks, holding the bowl in front of you and your nearly empty plate.

"Yes please, thank you again for inviting me to dinner, it's incredibly delicious," you smile at her, taking the bowl and scooping another giant helping onto your plate.

"Well Ambrose hasn't stopped talking about you for weeks, we just had to meet his new boyfriend," Zelda says, sipping her wine.

"And when he said you had a mighty appetite I knew you would be a keeper," Hilda jokes.

"Hilda loves anyone who compliments her cooking," Zelda cracks.

"I wish I could eat food this good every night and of course I couldn't wait to meet the great Spellman's, we may not be from the same coven but your family is highly respected in the black rose society I mean becoming high priestess of the church of night and the dean of the academy of unseen arts is very impressive Ms. Spellman," you tell her.

"Why thank you Y/N and please, call me Zelda," she says smiling at the compliments making Sabrina roll her eyes.

"What can I say, he's a charmer," Ambrose says leaning in to kiss your cheek.

"Now I can see why you've been spending so much time Astral projecting to Dorian Grey's club," Hilda chuckles.

You take another bite of your food with one hand under the table but it isn't resting on your lap, it's resting on Ambrose's.

He doesn't think anything of it at first and goes to retell the story of the night you met however his words get caught in his throat when he feels your hand inching closing to the center of his pants.

"um and then he said his friends uh, his friends said he wouldn't have the guts to ask me to dance," he stammers.

"You okay honey?" Hilda asks.

"Yes auntie," Ambrose coughs as you carefully unzip his pants, fingertips grazing the outline of his cock through his underwear.

"I saw this handsome man from across the club and my friends immediately knew I was into him," you laugh, his cock getting harder under your touch, "can you imagine my surprise when I found out he wasn't even actually there but astral projecting."

"Are witches and warlocks even allowed to date outside of their covens?" Sabrina questions.

"It's not exactly encouraged but there's no laws against it," Zelda states.

You tug his underwear down far enough to let his cock spring free, making a light tapping noise as it hits the underside of the table and you begin slowly stroking him, "my parents weren't happy when I told them I was seeing someone outside of the black rose society but when they found out Ambrose was a spellman it was an entirely different story, isn't that right love?"

Ambrose gulps, struggling to not let out a moan when your hand lowers to start massaging his balls.

"Yes, Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N would love to meet you sometime aunties," he mumbles.

"This would be a wonderful opportunity to bring more of an alliance between the covens," Hilda says happily.

"Of course, the church of night is dawning a new day so why not make new friends," Zelda states.

"I didn't know you had friends," Sabrina teases.

"Hush Sabrina," Zelda says brushing it off.

Ambrose twitches when your hand moves from the tip of his cock all the way to the base and nearly jumps out of his seat.

"Ambrose are you sure you're okay?" Hilda questions more concerned this time at his odd behavior.

"If you will excuse me I must go to the restroom," Ambrose says, covering himself the best he could and rushing off.

"Do you think he's caught the bug that's going around?" Hilda asks, "A couple of students at the academy have missed multiple classes because of it, I hope I didn't bring it home to him."

"I should go check on Ambrose, excuse me," you say, getting up from the table and following after him.

You find Ambrose in the restroom upstairs, groaning at how hard and throbbing he is.

"That was very cheeky of you Y/N," Ambrose huffs, leaning against the sink counter showing off what you did to him.

"Let me take care of that for you," you grin, sinking to your knees and taking him in your mouth.

Ambrose finally lets out the moan he's been holding in as you bob your head.

"My god," he grunts when you grip the base and expertly suck the tip.

Within seconds he's cumming in your mouth, grabbing at the counter to hold himself steady.

You swallow some but get back to your feet and spit the rest into the sink, turning the faucet on to wash it down the drain.

"Clean yourself up and come back downstairs, your aunt Hilda mentioned she made a crumb cake for dessert," you say casually.

"You will be the death of me Y/N Y/L/N," he sighs, shaking his head and grabbing a towel to wipe off the drops of cum stained on his pants.

You return downstairs and take your seat just as Hilda starts to cut the cake.

"Is Ambrose alright?" Zelda asks you.

"Oh yes, he'll be down in a minute he just felt flushed, must be that bug you mentioned Hilda," you smile innocently.

#chilling adventures of sabrina imagine #ambrose spellman imagine #ambrose spellman x reader #x male reader #fic

[chillingaudrina]

all of them witches. chilling adventures of sabrina. Diana Spellman + Edward, Zelda, Hilda, Ambrose, and Faustus and Constance Blackwood. 39k words.

Diana was wrong, all those years ago. She isn’t Persephone. She’s Demeter. And no one will drag her daughter under the earth.

Based on Rosemary's Baby.

Soundtrack here.

#caosedit #caos fic #chilling adventures of sabrina #diana spellman #edward spellman #zelda spellman #hilda spellman #ambrose spellman #mature #fic #all of them witches

[fandomnom]

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.

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[bonniebird]

This is a list of current requests I have pending: 

This list will be updated as / when fics are queued.

Requests are currently closed

Requesting information here

Prompts:

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1. “Are you wearing my (Hoodie)?”

 Allison Argent x Male!Reader

- Requested by: @ab1nsur​

- Notes: Smut

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2 . “Hey! My best friend is in Slytherin.”

Hermione Granger x Male!Reader

- Requested by:​ Anon

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3 . "I think I’m starting to bring out the rebel in you."

Aegon Targaryen x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:​ Anon

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4. "I trust he has heard of your sizable dowry."

Aegon Targaryen x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:​ Anon

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5. "I won't disturb you. I just need to spy on them out of your window."

Alicent Hightower x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:​ Anon

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6. "If anyone asks where I am, I've left the country!"

Rhaenyra Targaryen x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:​ Anon

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7. "It is only the queen's eye that matters today."

Alicent Hightower x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:​ Anon

- Notes: queen alicent with a serving lady

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8. "I’ve never been an inspiration before… I don’t like this much responsibility."

Daemon Targaryen x Reader

- Requested by:​ Anon

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9."Lord (Character) has directed me to take her in for charity."

Alicent Hightower x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:​ Anon

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10. "Why settle for a Duke when you can have a Prince?"

Daemon Targaryen  x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:​ Anon

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11.  "Would I rather be feared or loved? Umm… easy, both. I want people to be afraid of how much they love me."

Aegon Targaryen x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:​ Anon

- Notes: Aegon says prompt after reader asks him because she is trying to prove Aemond wrong

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12. “You're a vampire! I knew it!”

Kol Mikaelson x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:​ @thatweirdoleigh​

- Notes:

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13. “ What will this alliance cost me?”

Lucien Castle x Witch!Fem!Reader

- Requested by:​ Anon

- Notes:  Frenimes to lovers

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Full Requests:

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1. John agrees to help Dean find you after you’re taken by vampires during a hunt

Dean Winchester x Reader

- Requested by: @ellobruv

- Notes:

2. Lucifer and Mazikeen work together to set you up with Chloe Decker

Chloe Decker x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: 

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3. Finally meeting your penpal Ambrose after you house arrest is up (Part 3)

Ambrose Spellman x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:​

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4 . You and Bill work together to keep each other safe in the Hogwarts battle

Bill Weasley x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:​ Anon

- Notes: Kingsley‘s niece

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5 . Hotch begins to panic when you’re late for work

Aaron Hotchner  x Reader

- Requested by:​ Anon

- Notes:

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6 . Aemond finds himself in competition for his crushes attention when his cousin from Essos arrives at Kingslanding

Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:​ Anon

- Notes: Jodie Cormer and Viserys dany's brother for the face claims

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7. Alicent Hightower arranges for you, the daughter of Rhaenyra’s closest ally to wed Aemond Targaryen

Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:​ Anon

- Notes: Jodie Comer for face claim

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8. Confessing your feelings to your childhood friend

Tyler Lockwood x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:​ Anon

- Notes:

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9. Lydia Branwell realises she’s fallen for her betrothed’s sister.

Lydia Branwell x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:​ Anon

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10. The Mikaelsons discover your secret relationship with Freya Mikaelson

Freya Mikaelson x Salvatore sister! Reader

- Requested by:​ Anon

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11. Being reunited with Rebekah after you were turned into a vampire and separated for a thousand years

Rebekah Mikaelson x fem!reader

- Requested by:​ Anon

- Notes: (Childhood friends)

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12. Your younger brother, Lance Sweets, discovers your relationship with Cam and accidently tells everyone.

Camille Saroyan x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:​ Anon

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13. Your childhood friend, Derek, investigates you when he starts to become suspicious about your secretive behaviour after you join the BAU and start spending time with Emily Prentiss 

Emily Prentiss x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:​ Anon

- Notes:

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14. Confessing to your childhood best friend that you’ve fallen in love with him.

Tyler Lockwood x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:​ Anon

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Rhaenyra Targaryen x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:​ Anon

- Notes: smut, fight make up sex

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#bonniebird #pending list

[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."

#ambrose spellman #ambrose spellman imagine #ambrose spellman fanfic #ambrose spellman x reader #ambrose spellman fic #caos fanfiction #caos imagine #caos spoilers #caos #chilling adventures of sabrina #chilling adventured of sabrina imagine #chilling adventures of sabrina fanfiction #chance perdomo

[willowaus]

Nick pretty much has it all--good looks, clever wit, charming, and is extremely powerful. He also happens to be the Dark Lord's son and tasked with claiming Earth for Hell. The problem? He doesn't want to, but it isn't the easiest thing to defy the Dark Lord, even if you are his son.

Chapter 4: dark in my imagination

Nick gathers more allies, Ambrose tries to talk some sense into his cousin, Sabrina and Nick  meet up again before chaos ensnares them again and some truths are accidentally revealed. 

#nabrina #nicholas scratch #sabrina spellman #fic: the devil within #ambrose spellman