#amrose x reader

[built-from-nothing]

Imagine Visiting Ambrose

You rap your fist against the aging grey door, nerves bubbling in your stomach. Despite Ambrose’s reservations about leaving the property, this is the first time you’ve ventured inside. Well, at least when his family was home. 

Taking a deep breath, you ready to knock again when a portly woman with cheek length blonde hair answers the door. “Ello, can I help you?” she asks, wiping her hands on the apron round her waist. 

“I’m here to see Ambrose.” Her brows quizzically dart inward as she steps aside.

“Oh, do come in. Ambrose loves a nice visit. Between us and the cadavers, he gets quite lonely, y’know. Always roaming the house looking for things to- well. I’ll go call him.” A grand staircase with platforms left and right sits opposite the main entry, centering the house. Rooms branch from the door, each one flowing to the next creating an almost spiral-like pattern. You take in the eccentric, earthly furnishings amid the Victorian architecture as she calls for Ambrose.

“Auntie, for the last time. When I’ve finished the incantation I’ll tell you.” Your eyelids flutter to meet the sound echoing through the old walls. Ambrose leans against the top banister, a smirk tickling at his lips. A purple silk robe hangs from his shoulders billowing behind him as he descends the stairs. The fabric parts across his bare chest revealing a thin trail of hair that gently slips beneath his waistband. 

“This fine young lady’s here to see you,” she chirps, trying to suppress a knowing smile.

“I see that. Yes, thank you Auntie Hilda.” Ambrose’s eyes sweep your body before motioning for you to follow. You ascend the stairs merely a step behind him, the soft material of his robe licking at your skin. Fingers graze your hand through the flowing silk, lacing with yours a moment later. A warmth emanates from his hand that slithers throughout your body leaving behind the strangest, most exhilarating feeling.

Faint melodies swirl through the corridor, growing louder as you near the door at the end of the hall. Ambrose extends his arm through the doorway, a cheeky smile plastered across his face. “Welcome to my humble abode.” You slip past him smirking as your fingers dance across the smooth skin above his waistline. 

“Feel free to make yourself at home, love.” You grip both ends of his scarf and pull him towards you, intending to do just that.