Chilling Adventures of Sabrina Oneshots/Imagines

Ambrose - Make Me Happy

Full Credit to im-a-writer-sometimes

Your family had been close to the Spellman's 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 follow 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 going to 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."