#ambros spellman

[cocoagenie]

Prudence: i need you here, in the center of the floor

Ambrose shirtless and aiding in a summoning ritual: anything for you my queen.

¿Prudence? ¿Como estas? - se acercó por la espalda para besar el cuello de la bruja. Sabia que estaba decaída porque pese a lo seguros que estaban, Blackwood les había vuelto a dar esquinazo y tenían que empezar de cero de nuevo- [ @xlittleprinccss​ ]

[fanfics4all]

Mint

Request: Yes / No Fluffcember Day 29

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Ambrose Spellman x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 639

Warnings: Just fresh fluff!

Prompt(s): Mint

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The Spellman Mortuary was decked out in a strange but oddly fitting mix of holiday decorations and eerie decor. Candles flicker alongside garlands of pine, and silver tinsel caught the light, casting shadows that made the place feel as enchanted as it was mysterious. The familiar hum of magic filled the air as Ambrose and I hovered over a bubbling cauldron in the dimly lit kitchen. 

“Alright…” He said, grinning as he carefully measured out crushed peppermint leaves. 

“A pinch of mint should ass a festive twist, don’t you think?” I laughed, watching as he dropped the mint into the cauldron. The bubbling potion turned a pale, frosty blue and let off a sweet, cool scent that filled the kitchen with something between holiday cheer and mystery. Ambrose was in his element, his eyes bright with excitement as he stirred the potion. 

“What’s next Potion Master?” I tased, crossing my arms and watching him smile. He wiggled his eyebrows, looking very pleased with himself. 

“Next, a touch of cinnamon bark for warmth and a sash of star anise for luck. We can’t have a proper Yule potion without luck, now can we?” I shook my head, charmed by his attention to detail. He moved with an elegance that was uniquely his. Every sprinkle, stir, and whispered incantation was infused with precision and care. I handed him the small vial of cinnamon, watching as he added it to the cauldron. A warm, spiced aroma mingled with the cool mint. The mixture was turning into something magical, even to someone without an ounce of witchy blood like me. 

“Do I get to help?” I asked, reaching for the rod. He placed it in my hand, his fingers brushing mine, and it lingered for just a moment longer than necessary. 

“Of course, love. Give it three gentle stirs clockwise, then tap the edge twice. We want to coax out the mint’s energy, not overwhelm it.” He said softly. 

With his instructions, I stirred. I felt a spark of magic course through the rod. The potion responded, bubbling and glowing faintly and I glanced up at him surprised. 

“You’ve got the touch.” He whispered, his eyes sparkling as he watched me. 

“Maybe it’s rubbing off on me.” My cheeks warming. He chuckled, taking my hand again and guiding me to sprinkle a bit of crushed holly berries into the potion. The cauldron gave off a soft, cool burst of minty mist that swirled around us, shimmering with flecks of silver like tiny snowflakes. It was enchanting and I couldn’t help but be amazed at the way Ambrose could transform even the smallest ingredients into something beautiful. 

“Alright…” He dipped the ladle into the potion and poured a small amount into a glass vial. He handed it to me with a grin. 

“...our very own Yuletide Elixir. It’ll bring clarity, warmth, and just a hint of seasonal spirit.” I held up the vial, watching the pale blue liquid shimmer in the light. 

“What exactly does it do?”

“Ah, that’s for you to discover. It’s personalized. You may find it brings you unexpected joy, or a little good luck, or perhaps just a bit of festive cheer. It’s different for everyone.” He explained. I smiled, cradling the vial in my hand. 

“Well, let’s find out.” Ambrose took my other hand and raised the potion in a toast. 

“To us, and to finding magic in the little things.” We both took a sip and the cool refreshing tingle spread through me, like the taste of mint, snow, and spice all at once. I felt a burst of joy that seemed to light up my entire chest and I looked at Ambrose, feeling like we were the only two people in the world. 

“Merry Christmas, Ambrose.” I whispered and he smiled, pulling me in for a kiss.

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[edge-collecter]

Sabrina: so I did something-

The entire Greendale population:

[some666shit]

Prudence having a sigil shaved into her head is probably my favourite thing about the new episode of Sabrina

[onceuponamirror]

so...who the hell are Ambrose parent? Like, Zel/Hilda mention their brother all the time, but never ambroe parents as far a I can tell or if they are related to his mother or father.

i think he’s like, a second cousin or something. i dunno. or there was another spellman brother, and he’s like that dude you don’t talk about in the fam. perhaps he didn’t know his other siblings very well and was older. but not sure! i’d like a straight answer! he’s def a spellman, so he is related to them. 

[alucior]

Writing 365 days of the year (22/365)

Flipping the last card Zelda knew she had her. Looking at her hand she took a long drag of her cigarette, Ambrose had told her time and time again that is wasn’t wise to keep on smoking. The mortals that passed through the morgue wich where heavy smores weren’t a pretty sight when he opened them up.”I’m a witch Ambros I’ll do as I well, please.”

“I fold.”

Across from her sat miss. Wardwell, Sabrina’s teacher and an apparent witch that had lived among them for a long time now. Zelda hadn’t suspected it of her till recently when she had introduced herself as one.

Putting her carts on the table she pooled the small mountain of coins and tokens over to her side of the table. Satan had been with her that evening, quickly being able to play out first Hilda, and then Ambrose not that much later.

“That will be it for the evening I think,” she said as there wasn’t a piece of value outside of her amassed pile.

“Not so quick Spellman,” miss Wardwell said as she looked a bit disappointed with her own cards from the previous round, “would you like to go all or nothing on the next round?” she asked eyeing up her competitor.

Zelda sitting comfortably in her place hesitated a moment, Satan had to have been looking out for her all evening her so this wouldn’t be much of a challenge would it now. She took the cards that had been placed face down on the table and shuffled them back into the deck. ‘Satan be with me,’ she thought as she dealt the hands.

“What we playing for when you lose?” she asked casually as she slit the cards over the table, keeping a finger on the last cart that was for miss Wardwell.

“Oh, I think that you’ll enjoy what I have to offer,” she responded with a wink pulling her cards from under Zelda’s finger. From what she was able to pick up from the small quirks she couldn’t figure out if it was a good or a bad hand. Earlier in the evening, she had quickly been able to see who was in a fortunes position and who wasn’t. Now tho she was without a clue. She took a look at the sizable amount she had gathered earlier in the evening. She wasn’t as attached to it yet but it would be a shame to lose it now, but she had agreed to double or nothing now so she couldn’t back out.

Looking at her own cards she saw a single lone face card and a couple of low cards, it didn’t look all that good for her. But she had come back from worse earlier so why wouldn't she be able to do that again.

Miss Wardwell flipped over the first card of the play, it was the queen of diamonds. This didn’t help her all that much and looking over to her opponent the same was true for her.

Reaching over to the next face down card she felt a bit anxious about the outcome, did she want to win this hand? Did she really, what had miss Wardwell planned that she would enjoy?

Flipping the next card she saw a seven of diamonds starting back at her. Again not something great for her and looking at the small frown that was playing on her forehead.

“Would you like to back out?” she asked.

“No, I said double or nothing did I not,” she heard as the next card was quickly flipped over. An eight of diamonds now, looking over her hand she suddenly realised that she was close to something good if only the next card would be in her favour.

‘Satan be with me.’ she thought as the next card was reached for–

“I fold,” miss Wardwell called out for the second time that evening, shoving her cards from where she was sitting.

Zelda looked over in surprise.

@menzosarres here is a suprise thingy

[itstimetoroll]

¿Prudence? ¿Como estas? - se acercó por la espalda para besar el cuello de la bruja. Sabia que estaba decaída porque pese a lo seguros que estaban, Blackwood les había vuelto a dar esquinazo y tenían que empezar de cero de nuevo- [ @xlittleprinccss​ ]