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frost-queen · 2 years ago

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Witching hour (Reader x Ambrose Spellman)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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fanfics4all · 4 months ago

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Devil's Blood

Request: Yes / No Hello :) would a request for Sabrina Spellman having a younger twin brother going on a demon hunt on his own but it going horribly wrong with him getting injured as a result and the story being angst and hurt comfort be ok? Anon

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Sabrina Spellman x Brother!Reader

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Warnings: Being injured from a demon!

Y/N: Your Name

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Greendale was a town draped in secrets, where the veil between the living and the dead was thinner than most would ever know. I had spent my whole life in its shadows, raised in the Spellman Mortuary alongside my twin sister, Sabrina. Fifteen minutes older, she never let me forget it- always the leader, the one who took charge. But while Sabrina embraced her place among witches, I carved out my own path. Not as a warlock. Not as a servant of the Dark Lord. As a hunter.

Sabrina and I were different, but we were bound by more than just blood. We shared the same origins- the same secret hidden deep within the Spellman name. Edward and Diana Spellman were the parents who raised us, but our true Father? Lucifer Morningstar himself.

The day we learned the truth, I knew I had a choice to make. I could give in to the power that called to me, the whispers in my veins promising greatness, or I could turn my back on it. Sabrina hesitated, torn between her mortal life and the destiny our Father had laid out for her.

I didn’t.

The Dark Lord was a liar, and his gifts came with chains. So, while Sabrina studied spellcraft and walked the halls of the Academy of Unseen Arts, I learned how to kill the very things she called kin.

Aunt Zelda hated it. Aunt Hilda worried. Cousin Ambrose understood.

But Sabrina? She fought me on it.

“You’re turning your back on who you are.” She once told me, frustration burning in her eyes.

“And you’re embracing something that’s using you.” I shot back.

We were twins, bound by love, but divided by belief.

Most people think demons are these ancient, untouchable creatures. That they’re above being killed. They aren’t. You just have to know how to do it. Silver for the lesser ones. Fire for the stronger. Names hold power- say the right words, and you can bind them. Say the wrong ones, and you’ll be the one bound instead.

The Spellman house wasn’t meant to be home to a hunter, but I made it work. In the depths of the mortuary, hidden from the watchful eyes of the coven, I forged my own weapons. Blades coated in holy oil, bullets etched with runes. I studied exorcisms and read every forbidden text I could find.

I wasn’t just hunting demons. I was hunting my own blood.

And they knew it.

The night the first demon came for me, it wasn’t subtle. It slithered into my room, eyes burning like dying embers.

“You reek of Morningstar.” It hissed.

“And yet you fight against Him?”

I didn’t hesitate. I drove my dagger into its throat before it could say another word.

Let them come.

No matter how much we fought, no matter how much we disagreed, Sabrina and I always had each other’s backs when it mattered. When she defied the Dark Lord, I stood beside her, blades drawn. When demons crawled from the pits to drag me back to Hell, she burned them to ash.

The coven called me an abomination. The hunters called me a traitor.

I didn’t care.

I was a Spellman.

And as long as my sister and I stood together, not even the Devil himself could break us.

Beneath the quaint streets and old-fashioned charm, things lurked in the dark- things most people couldn’t see, wouldn’t believe in even if they could. Tonight was no different. I had been tracking a demon for the past three days, something old and nasty that had been feeding off the fear of unsuspecting mortals. I wasn’t sure what it was at first- until I found the claw marks carved into the walls of a run-down church at the edge of town.

A Lilim.

Not your average demon. Stronger. Smarter. Fast. And I was about to find out that it was way more of a problem than I had expected. I had faced demons before, but I had never been this outmatched.

The plan was simple- lure her out, weaken her with sigils, then put a blade through her heart. That plan fell apart fast. I barely saw her move before she was on me. One second, I was preparing my trap; the next, I was flying through the air, slamming into a headstone so hard my vision blacked out for a second. Pain exploded through my ribs, and before I could even get my hands on my dagger, the Lilim was there, grinning.

“You smell like Him.” She hissed, eyes glowing like burning coal.

“Lucifer’s child- and yet, you hunt us? What a joke.”

I didn’t waste time talking. I lashed out with my silver blade, catching her across the arm. She shrieked, but instead of retreating, she got angrier. I wasn’t walking away from this fight unscathed. She raked her claws down my side, fire-hot pain tearing through me as blood soaked into my shirt. I bit back a scream and stabbed her again, twisting the blade as hard as I could. She let out a shriek and staggered back. I didn’t stay to watch her recover. I turned and ran, barely managing to keep my footing as my vision swam.

Blood loss.

That wasn’t good.

I barely made it home.

I don’t even remember getting through the door. One second, I was stumbling up the steps of the Spellman Mortuary, fighting to stay conscious, and the next- I was on the floor.

There were voices.

Sabrina. Hilda. Zelda. Ambrose.

Someone was shaking me. Sabrina.

“What the hell happened!?” Her voice was sharp, but I could hear the fear underneath. I tried to say something, but my throat was dry, and my whole body felt like it was on fire.

Zelda was already barking orders. “ Hilda, get the healing salves. Ambrose, help me lift him.”

I hissed as hands gripped me, pain tearing through my ribs like someone had shoved a hot iron into them. “Don’t-Don’t fuss…” I managed, voice barely above a whisper.

Sabrina smacked my arm- my injured arm. “Don’t fuss!? Y/N, you’re covered in blood, and you’re telling us not to fuss!?”

I groaned. “Ow…”

Ambrose let out a breathy laugh, but it was short-lived. “You’re lucky to be alive. That’s demon venom in your system.”

Zelda muttered a curse under her breath as she pressed her fingers to my wounds. Magic. Warmth flooded through me, but it did nothing for the pain.

“Idiot boy.” She muttered. “Hunting alone. As if you’re invincible.”

I swallowed hard, forcing my voice to work. “I had it handled.”

Hilda rolled her eyes as she poured something that smelled like hellfire and regret onto my mounds. “Oh, yes, you really ‘had it handled,’ didn’t ya, love? Bleedin’ all over my nice clean floors.”

I flinched as the potion burned against my skin. “Holy- Auntie, what the hell is that!?”

“It’s fixin’ you, so hush.”

Sabrina was still gripping my hand, her knuckles white. I could feel the anger radiating off her, but it wasn’t just anger. It was fear.

“What were you even hunting?” She asked, voice softer now.

“Lilim.” I muttered.

Everyone stilled.

Zelba swore under her breath. Ambrose exhaled sharply. Even Hilda’s usual warmth faltered for a second.

Sabrina squeezed my hand tighter. “You went after a Lilim. Alone.”

I tried to shrug, but everything hurt. “Didn’t have a choice.”

Sabrina shook her head, her golden eyes blazing. “You always have a choice, Y?N. You could have told me. We could’ve handled it together.”

Her voice cracked slightly at the end, and I felt a pang of guilt deep in my chest. I hated seeing her worried.

Ambrose sighed, leaning back. “Well, you’re lucky she didn’t kill you. It probably would have, had you not gotten away.”

Zelda, finished with her healing, fixed me with a look that could have frozen Hell itself.

“You’re not leaving this house until you fully recover. And you’re certainly not going after another demon alone.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but Sabrina glared at me.

“Don’t even think about it.”

I sighed, leaning back against the couch. I was too damn tired to fight. Maybe… just this once… I’d listen.

As the pain eased- though not completely- I found myself staring at my sister. We had our differences. We always had. But at the end of the day, she was still my twin. Still my sister. Still, she was the person who would stand between me and a demon, just as I would for her. I let out a slow breath.

“Thanks for patching me up.” I muttered.

Sabrina rolled her eyes, but she was still gripping my hand like she wasn’t ready to let go yet.

“Just… don’t make me do it again.”

I gave her a tired smirk. “No promises.”

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