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19 year old!Cult leader!Suguru x 18 year old/aged up!Sabrina Spellman! reader

This story begins during the 3rd part of Chilling Adventures of Sabrina. She reads about cursed energy, techniques and finds out they only exist in Japan. So you go to Japan with your aunt Zelda acting as a non-sorcerer sponsor and giving her daughter to marry Suguru Geto while you went undercover and discovered more about this so called 'cursed energy' you've read about.

Chapter 1: "So basically I'm gonna get married to a cult leader in Japan?"

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

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Chapter 1: "So basically I'm going to get married to a cult leader in Japan?" 18 year old!Cult leader!Suguru x 18 year old/aged up!Sabrina Spellman! reader

SUMMARY: You read about cursed energy, techniques and found out they only exist in Japan. So you go to Japan with your aunt Zelda acting as a non-sorcerer sponsor and giving her daughter to marry Suguru Geto while you went undercover and discovered more about this so called 'cursed energy' you've read about.

A/N: Hiii Anon!!!!!!! This story starts during the starting of part 3.(After Nick comes back from hell and before the coven gets to know about the Pagans. Also, Sabrina's powers are still cosmic level in this AU bc of Lilith.)

"Ambrose! Ambrose! Look here!"

You call out to Ambrose excitedly. Your coven's powers have been depleted and the coven is in need of a power source. You just found something perfect. It's called 'cursed energy'. Apparently everyone has it, but most people don't have enough to see beings called 'curses'. The people who can't see them are non-sorcerers. But the ones that can see and exorcise them are called sorcerers.

"Yes Sabrina?" replies Ambrose as he approaches you. You excitedly show Ambrose the book. After a few minutes of going through it he closes the book and says "Sabrina, this... This could be a potential source of power! Good job cousin! It's a good thing that witches are considered a more powerful version of these 'sorcerers'. According to this book, us witches can access it, but we need some help. Once that is done a witch can be all powerful with this 'cursed energy'. Perhaps even hide it and act like a non-sorcerer."

Sabrina looked excitedly at Ambrose "We have to tell the aunties!". "There is one problem though cousin. See, if we try and learn how to access this cursed energy without somebody who knows how to use it already, it could be fatal." "Right" Sabrina responded as she pondered "So we can get help!". Ambrose replied "Exactly! But before telling the aunties, lets do some research."

After an hour or 2 of research, you and Ambrose found out about a young cult leader in Japan; the country with the most cursed energy. "So we both know that this Suguru Geto dude won't JUST teach us about cursed energy." said Sabrina. "Well Sabrina, you and this Suguru Geto are off the same age. So I just had, a crazy idea." "Well that's a first." replied Sabrina as she snickered. "I was thinking, why don't you go undercover as a non-sorcerer daughter of a non-sorcerer sponsor, which would perfectly be played out by Auntie Zee. You can then get offered as a spouse" "Good, now let's tell them about it." says Sabrina.

"What?!"

Zelda exclaims as she almost chokes on her cigarette while Hilda just looks at Sabrina and Ambrose like they'd gone crazy. "This is way too unsafe! NO! You will not do this Sabrina!" says Zelda. "Oh c'mon Auntie Zee! I promise you I'll be safe! We've survived so much and you know that I can't die anyways!" replies Sabrina. "She has got a point Zelds." interrupts Hilda. "UGH! Fine! I'll act as a 'sponsor' and I'll do some stupid acting. But only because you can defend yourself and for the coven's sake!". "Also, you both will need to learn Japanese. Thankfully, I have a potion recipe for that." says Hilda. "Perfect Aunty! Now, let's do this.".

"Please, please help me get rid off this heavy weight on my back! All of them, I've tried all priests but they're all charlatans!" said your Aunt Zelda. She was not enjoying looking so... weak.... "Hmm, what all can you give me?" asks Suguru. Zelda stoops low and bows, touching her head to the floor. "Money! Fuck it, I'll even give you my useless daughter to marry!". Sabrina acted as if she teared up with that and acted as if she was trying to hide tears.

"Ok. It's a deal. 10 million yen and your daughter's hand in marriage."

Yes, yes, YES!!!

He agreed! This is great!

After a week, you were married off to Suguru, by that time you had assumed your position as the queen of hell as well. You had also learnt your husband is a cruel man behind his undeniable charm. You learn he hates non-sorcerers and calls them 'monkeys'. He calls you one as well. One day, you see him training on his own and using his cursed energy to combat with one of the curses he swalowed.

"Hey!" you say to him. He looks at you with a heavy scowl on his face. "What, you monkey?". "Can you.... teach me how to do the thing you were doing just now?" you ask. He bursts into laughter. "Ah ha ha ha, no. A monkey can't do what I just did now because you all are such lowly fucking creatures."

Oh. Oh... So this is how he wanted it to be, huh?

Oh well, you can always seek some help from a book or two.

Then you can't wait to see the look on his face when you use cursed energy in front of him.

“You promised you wouldn’t forget me” + ambrose please?

+ “I wished every day to hold you once more”

I haven’t written Ambrose yet so I hope this is somewhat good!!

Ambrose’s house arrest was a touchy subject. He had his family, of course. He could act like that was enough, but he craved more. He would feign indifference.

He often remembers his life outside of the Spellman household, the people he met, the lovers he had. He remembers, but wishes he could forget. There is nothing worse than those memories. The memories taunt him in his dreams. Y/N haunts him in those dreams. 

The bed was suffocating as he attempted to unwrap his body from the sheets. The dreams, again. The same face he’s seen every night for 75 years in this house. He rubs at his eyes, trying to get rid of the thought, but he can’t drop it. Y/N. They had lost contact after everything that happened with the Vatican. He’s tried to find traces, but to no avail. You did not want to be found. The feeling of betrayal was the only thing he had left from you.

“How long has it been, Ambrose? 70 years?” A voice from across the room made him scramble in his bed.

“Who’s there?” He was never one to be scared, but the voice was hauntingly familiar. It was just there, in his dreams. Was he still dreaming?

The room is dark, he’s unable to see a thing. “You promised you wouldn’t forget me.” The voice teased, bouncing of the walls from every side. It itched at him as he stood up from the bed, hating the way the voice taunted him. This was all too familiar. He fumbles around the room for his light, flicking it on.

Ambrose meets the same face he’s seen every night for 75 years and he’s positive he’s dreaming. Except, the hair is different, the eyes aren’t as bright, but that’s the same seductive smile from years ago. Not a single word seems to be able to escape his mouth, even though there’s a million of them swarming his thoughts. “Y/N.” Is all he can say, eyes wide. “You’re not real.”

“Why would you say that?” You questioned, reaching a hand out to touch his cheek. He responds instantly, leaning into your touch. It feels like you never left. “It’s me, Ambrose.” You reassure him.

He searches for something that would tell him otherwise, but he finds nothing. It has to be you. “I wished every day to hold you once more.” He confesses, eyes pleading with your own. He’s never felt so vulnerable, yet so complete at the same time. “Why did you leave?” He finally questions, but doesn’t pull away, too scared you’ll disappear.

You open your mouth to answer, but Sabrina bursts into his room. She looks frightened, but stops in her tracks when she sees the scene in front of her. She steps forward tentatively, reaching a hand out to Ambrose. “Ambrose…” She trails off, eyes apologetic as she touches his arm. “There’s a sleep demon in the house, this…” She glances at your figure. “This isn’t real.”

Ambrose turns to meet your eyes again, wondering if what his cousin is saying is true, but you’re gone. He can still feel your hand on his cheek. He was simply reliving all the other dreams he’s had for the past 75 years. The real torture is waking up, the real torture was him believing you’d ever come back.

“You have to wake up, Ambrose.”