headcanon bb's!
warnings: swearing, alot of cuteness that it's almost criminal.
Other Notes: female reader
takes place BEFORE he goes to the acadmey.
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>NOW, we know that our warlock is on house arrest, so. You can't actually go out on dates.
>but, our baby is a true king. SO, whenever you come over to the Spellman Mortuary. He always has something planned.
>there'll always be some kind of tea brewing, and he is usually cooking or baking something for you two, since you can't eat out.
>you'd come inside and the lingering, soothing smell of chestnut and pastries would hit you. ambrose would come rushing to you, and engulf you in a hug and twirl you around, placing a soft kiss on your lips. (WHEWWW I JUST GOT THE CHILLS!)
>he'd tell you to go up to his room while he fixed everything up.
>you'd take that time to rifle through his extensive collection of records. it mainly consisted of old jazz, soft tunes mainly. your favourite though, would always be paul anka's 'put your head on my shoulder' (I was listening to it while writing this)
>he'd be coming up the stairs as you put the record on, and he'd hear it, groan, and say:
>'Seriously, that, again?'
>but he never changes it. he knows that you love it. instead, he puts down the tea and pastries and dances with you.
>and, it's always slow dancing. just you and him, swaying.
>up until it's been a good three minutes and you realise that your tea is getting very cold.
>from there it's all cuddling and old records. and, you wouldn't have it any other way.
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SORRY! That was short, cheesy and rushed.
But, I'm 100% sure that I would definetly choose staying inside with ambrose for an eternity over going outside or doing anything.
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