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[andremichaux]

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina | 4.05

[anders-chr]

“Hmmm! What an interesting black character that I can relate to! I wonder where I’ve seen this exact character archetype before—“

“Oh.”

[iris-lightningrod]

Must be the season of the witch…

[fanfics4all]

You're Not Disposable

Request: Yes / No Hi there! Please may I request a Sabrina Spellman story of reader being an adopted sibling to the family (child of a demon) and Sabrina helping them trust that the family won't abandon them? Anon

Requests are open from this prompt list or just your own idea! <3 Have a nice day/night

Spellmens x Fem!Demon!Adopted!Reader

Word count: 1298

Warnings: Feeling like you'll be abandoned

Y/N: Your Name 

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Greendale never felt like home. Even after years. Even after the mortals stopped staring quite so much. Even after the witches whispered less when I passed. Even after living under the same roof as the Spellmans, who were, by all accounts, kind, powerful, and dangerously loyal to each other. I still waited for the moment they’d realize: I didn’t belong. 

I wasn’t born into their family; I was found. Dragged, really. Summoned by accident during one of Aunt Zelda’s rituals, though she’d never admit that part out loud. I was a child standing in a circle of salt. My eyes were glowing faintly, my power crackling too wild, too unstable, too… wrong. 

“Demonic.” Zelda had said immediately. 

“She’s terrified.” Hilda corrected just as quickly. 

And Sabrina? 

Sabrina looked at me like she already knew me, like she already decided. 

“She stays.” 

That was years ago… and still, I never unpacked completely. 

It wasn’t obvious; I’m good at hiding it. I smiled when Hilda baked. I helped Ambrose with spells. Went to the Academy when required. I even laughed sometimes. But it was always there. That quiet, suffocating thought. If I mess up… they’ll send me away. 

I had messed up before. Not small things, not harmless mistakes. Dangerous ones. Once, I lost control during a nightmare. Shadow creatures bled into the waking world, clawing at the walls, hissing in voices that weren’t mine. Zelda had contained it… Barely. I didn’t sleep for three nights after that. 

Another time, my power lashed out when I got angry. A classmate at the Academy ended up thrown across the room. Unconscious. I never meant to hurt anyone, but intent didn’t matter. Not when I am what I am. A demon’s child. Not fully demonic, not fully mortal, not even a witch. And demons? They didn’t get families. They got used, controlled, or abandoned. So I tried to stay careful. Quiet. Good. Sabrina noticed, of course she did. She always did. 

“You’re doing it again.” She said one night, leaning against my bedroom doorframe. I didn’t look up from the book in my lap. 

“Doing what?” 

“That thing where you pretend you’re fine.” She replied. 

I forced a small smile. “I am fine.” 

She didn’t move. 

Didn’t blink. 

Didn’t buy it.

“You flinch every time Zelda raises her voice.” She said gently. 

“Even when she’s not talking to you.” 

My fingers lightened on the pages. 

“That’s normal.” I muttered. “She’s intimidating.” 

“That’s not what I mean.” 

Silence stretched. Heavy and unavoidable. 

“You think we’re going to get rid of you.” Sabrina finally said. 

It wasn’t a question. 

My head snapped up. 

“I didn’t say that.” 

“You didn’t have to.” 

I hated that she could read me like that, like I wasn’t hiding anything at all. 

“I just-” I started, then stopped. Because what could I even say? That every kind thing they did felt temporary? That every mistake felt like it could be my last? That sometimes I pack a bad in my head, just in case? 

Sabrina stepped into the room slowly, like she was approaching something fragile. 

“You don’t trust us.” She said softly. 

My throat tightened. 

“I do.” 

“Not completely.” 

I looked away, because she was right. 

The breaking point happened next week. Because of course it did. Because things in Greendale never stayed quiet for long. The Academy called. Urgent and serious. 

“There’s been… an incident.” Blackwood said, voice tight. 

Zelda’s expression sharpened instantly. 

“We’ll be there.” 

I knew before they even said it. I felt it, that familiar, sickening pull in my chest. Magic gone wrong. 

Wild. 

Uncontrolled. 

Me. 

“I didn’t-” I started, panic rising. “I wasn’t even there-”

But no one had accused me… Not yet. Still, the fear was already there. 

At the Academy, students lined the halls, whispering, watching. A classroom had been destroyed. Blackened walls, broken desks, something unnatural lingering in the air. 

“It wasn’t her!” Sabrina said immediately. But no one had said it was. Until… 

“This kind of magic…” Nick muttered. “It feels-” 

“Demonic.” Prudence finished. 

My stomach dropped. Zelda turned to me slowly. Not angry, not accusing, but thinking. Evaluating. And that was worse. 

“I didn’t do this.” I said, voice shaking despite my best effort. 

“I believe you.” Sabrina said instantly. 

But Zelda didn’t answer right away. And that hesitation? That single second? It broke something. I didn’t wait. Didn’t wait for proof. Didn’t wait for them to decide my fate. I ran. 

I ran out of the Academy. Into the woods. My power sparking under my skin like it always did when my emotions got too big. Too loud. Too much. 

Of course they think it was you. My thoughts spiraled. 

Why wouldn’t they?

You’re not really one of them. 

You never were. 

My breathing turned sharp, uneven, and dangerous. The forest reacted. Branches creaked, shadows stretched, and something dark flickered at the edges of reality. 

“Stop…” I whispered to myself. “Stop-” 

But I couldn’t. 

Because this was what I did. 

I ruined things. 

“Y/N!” 

My head snapped up. Sabrina stood at the edge of the clearing. Breathing hard and eyes locked on me. 

“Stay back!” I warned, my voice trembling. “I’m not… this isn’t-” 

“I know.” She said, stepping closer anyway. 

“You don’t!” I snapped. “You don’t know what I am!” The power around me surged. Dark and unstable. 

“I do.” Sabrina said firmly. “And I’m not scared of you.” 

“You should be!” 

The ground cracked slightly beneath my feet. Energy pulsing outward. 

“Everyone should be!” I continued, voice breaking. “Because this is what happens, I lose control and people get hurt, and then they look at me like I’m the problem they need to fix or get rid of-” 

“We are not getting rid of you!” 

Her voice cut through everything. Sharp, clear, and unshakable. I froze. 

“Yes, you are.” I whispered. “Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But eventually…” My eyes burned. 

“You’ll realize I’m too dangerous. Too unstable. Too… wrong.” 

Sabrina stepped closer, slow and deliberate. 

“Do you really think that little of us?” She asked. 

“It’s not about you.” I said. “It’s about me.” 

“No.” She said, shaking her head. “It’s about trust.” 

I laughed weakly. “I trust you.” 

“Then trust this.” She said, voice soft but firm. “You are my sister.” 

The words hit harder than anything ever has before. 

“You don’t get to decide you’re disposable.” She continued. “Not to me, not to Aunt Hilda, not to Ambrose, not even to Aunt Zelda- no matter how scary she is.” 

A small, shaky laugh escaped me. 

“You think we don’t see how hard you try?” She added. “How careful you are? How much you care?” 

My chest tightened painfully. 

“You think one mistake, real or not, changes that?” Sabrina asked. 

“I’ve made more than one.” I whispered. 

“Then we deal with them.” She said simply. 

“Why?” I asked, voice cracking. “Why would you keep me when you don’t have to?” 

Sabrina didn’t hesitate. 

“Because we love you.” 

Silence. 

Heavy. 

Fragile. 

The magic around me flickered, weakening. 

“You don’t have to earn that.” Sabrina said quietly. “You already have it.” 

My vision blurred. 

“I don’t know how to believe that…” I admitted. 

“That’s okay.” She said gently. “You don’t have to believe it all at once.” 

She stepped closer, close enough now that I could feel her warmth. Her presence. Her certaintly. 

“Just don’t run.” She said. 

My breath hitched. For the first time I didn’t feel like I was about to be left behind. Slowly, I nodded. 

The truth came out later. It wasn’t me, never was. It was another student. Some spell that went wrong. Zelda apologized, in her own way. Stiff and formal, but sincere. Hilda hugged me tighter than usual. Ambrose ruffled my hair. And Sabrina? She stayed.

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[sinsbysam]

these two studs could barely fit in my greedy mouth, but I’d still beg for more ☺️

[rd-caos-kk-headcanons]

Witch Types

Water Witches - Intuitive, Relational and Sensitive.

Fire Witches - Courageous, Protective and Action-Oriented.

Air Witches - Logical, Flexible and Open-Minded.

Earth Witches - Nurturing, Practical and Determined.

Source: Agatha All Along Tarot Guide Book

[lovelyflower23]

Imagine being Hilda’s adopted daughter:

You are playfully referred to as Coraline by many because of your natural blue hair and Hilda found you when traveling Michigan. 

It was a witch funeral where your mother and father were both witches and killed in an accident leaving their infant daughter aka you. 

No one wanted to take you believing you were bad luck but the moment Hilda saw you with that gummy smile of yours she felt a motherly connection to you. 

When Hilda brought you home it was like Zelda was scolding a child for not bringing in a stray, but she too grew soft to your bright gummy smile. (She guesses you were a cute little beast.)

You grew to be an outstanding witch, one that Hilda and Zelda were very proud to call a spellman. 

You were the top of your class and admired by many. (The weird sisters literally worship you and can’t believe Sabrina is your cousin, at least you’re adopted.)

You have the biggest soft spot for people you consider your underlings, or students, since you are forced to tutor at the Academy after a certain event that got you into trouble.

Sabrina is one of those people stuffed in that soft spot the moment she is born because she would follow you around like a little duckling. 

You’re very protective of her and question anyone who is friends with her for her safety:

*Sabrina introducing you to her boyfriend Harvey*

Y/N *sipping on your milkshake*: “So, Henry? How old are you?”

Harvey *nervous*: “It’s actually Harvey, and I’m 15.”

Y/N: “15? You look 30.”

Sabrina: “He looks 22 at best and you know it.”

You honestly have no right in questioning someone’s age as you are 75 years old with the appearance of a 20 year old. (Ambrose and you are the same age.)

Speaking of Ambrose, you did grow up with him and eventually the two of you fell in love with each other. 

You would get into trouble together, yet your ‘good little witch’ act prevented you from getting caught until Ambrose used your experimental bombs to blow up the Vatican.

At first he refused to tell them about where he got the bombs, because it was all his fault, but when they threatened to kill him you confessed.

This resulted in Ambrose being on house arrest, you on town arrest and the breakup between you both. 

Of course you still love each other, but the grudge leads you to fight like cats and dogs:

*Harvey is outside with Sabrina about to kiss when a crash and the door slamming open interrupts them.*

Y/N: “Oh Brina there you are. Don’t trust men. They’re nothing but ASSHOLES!” *You turn to Ambrose who is racing after you*

Ambrose: “Y/N! Don’t walk away from me.” *You going to the car* “Don’t you get in that car, woman!” *You flip him off and take off.* “Damn!” *turns to a Sabrina and a bewildered Harvey.* “That girl is crazy. How I could love such a mad woman is beyond me. Goodnight, cousin.”

Harvey: “Wow.”

Sabrina: “My cousins are lively.”

Harvey *thinking cap*: “Wait, aren’t they cousins to each other?”

It was a very awkward explanation.

[notfoundfootage]

Ambrose Spellman x MortuaryWitch!Reader

A/N: gender neutral, reader is an Hermes devotee, set whenever. Fuck, I never finished this series, I miss Chance P, why did you have to go so soon? Anyway... I wanted to write something very fleshed out and actually planned but fuck me, I don't have the energy for that. Nothing too sexual, but suggestive. I love Caitlin Doughty. Not proofread, mentions of death, decay and very slight gore.

You moved to Greendale to establish your family business: a complete funeral home with a death positive approach towards mourning and death care.

Why Greendale? Your patron deity Hermes guided you there. That was the place you were supposed to be, as his devotee, your job was to guide lost and afraid souls to their journeys to their respective underworlds.

You had strong ties to the psychopomps, the little creatures who followed those brave enough to astral project. Four cardinals would always accompany you wherever you went, physically or astrally.

That's how you met Ambrose.

He was tasked to snoop into your business per Aunt Zelda's request and the birds warned you about the "handsome intruder" in your morgue.

She was suspicious of you after the whole Pagan mess from the past year, and wanted to make sure you were not a risk to her coven.

You laughed it off when the birds kept pestering him and told him that he could come in person, that you didn't bite. With a swish of your hand, he was back to his body, safe and sound.

Gods he was whipped. He promised himself that he wouldn't fall in love so soon after Prudence left him, that he was enjoying being single, but by the Dark Mother you were a CATCH.

He appeared in your office's door the next day, a dried flowers bouquet and a basket of muffins made for you, and you ushered him inside.

You were like soft moon glow on a bright night, he loved everything about you almost immediately. You invited him for a meeting with your colleagues under other death related deities, and your shared work in bringing a lighter feeling around death rituals.

He was fascinated while walking your facility, seeing the different approach you took in your work, and impulsively insisted on working in a partnership with you.

When shit started to hit the fan with the cosmic horrors, he would find himself closer and closer to your house and office, telling you all about the chaos bubbling just everywhere.

You two shared your first kiss after a long night fighting off the darkness, when you got home with him, both tired and exhausted. You joined in the efforts of his coven, and defeated the first cosmic horror.

You pushed the door open to your shop, the little bell ringing as you and Ambrose stepped inside, the fire rushing to life with a flick of his wand. He moved like he belonged there, plopping down the couch and groaning, wiping his face with both hands. You turned the water kettle on and sat next to him, enjoying the warmth of the flickering orange flames and the woodsy sandalwood smell emanating from him.

"Lord Hermes please bless me, so that if anyone died, they may be found tomorrow past noon" you muttered and the birds fluttered around your head "I know I know, it's a joke, don't come at me"

They seamed please and flied to their little resting spot, the two cardinal couples snuggling into the two nests. Ambrose turned his beautiful face to you and his stare didn't burn, but was just as warm as the fire.

"Everybody else gets to rest, but we may wake up tomorrow and clean up the deceased" he sighed "should I head home?"

Turning your face to him, you stared into his eyes. His eyes were so pretty, it was unfair for him to have such soft and lovely features. You let them wander, to his nose bridge, cheeks, and his mouth. He licked his lips.

"Stay" it was almost a whisper "Please" was all you could muster before wetting your lips yourself. He searched your eyes for permission and when he found your welcoming gaze, Ambrose pulled you to him, kissing you earnestly as you pulled on his leather jacket. Groaning as he brought you to straddle his thighs.

He smelled like sandalwood, books, leather and that sweet smell of embalming fluids cherry that always clung to your nose. Maybe it was a part of him as much as it was a part of you, per your duties as death's henchmen.

Foreheads connected, you two breathed in each other's bodies, basking into your souls as you two shared another kiss, less hurried, more sentimental.

"I need you" he muttered between pecks on your face "Needed you since the day we met and you were hands deep into Mr. Wallace"

A breathy chuckle left your mouth "when you saw me, I poked his spleen wrong and blood splattered in my goggles, Gods it was so gross!" you hid your face in his neck and smelled deep "I longed for someone like for so long... and now that I have you..."

Ambrose brought your face back to look at him "and now that you have me...?"

You had a loopy smile, and were feeling the exhaustion really settle in, pains everywhere, eyes drooping from sleep deprivation "I want you, but right now I really want to sleep"

He chuckled, hugged you tightly and muttered a teleportation spell, and in a blink you two were in your bedroom upstairs. You sat on the edge of your bed as he pulled your shoes and left beside his, along with your jackets. Ambrose removed any jewelry he could find and was removable, and laid beside you.

Tomorrow was another day, with another day, another chaotic mess to solve. But for now, you could be tangled up and listening to his soft snores as you fell asleep.

Thank Gods, he's your delight.