#replies;ambrose

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shippy starter w/ @blccdking​​​​​ ft ambrose & raizo SC   

“ there's only one bed? “ 

“Oh no-” the warlock purrs with such little sincerity, the smirk soon curling at his lips is no surprise. Slowly he’s sliding alone silky bed sheets, laying himself down on his side, across the singular bed, with his eyes fixed on the other man like the famished would eye a three course meal. It fit, he definitely wanted to devour the man. 

He’d hired Raizo as a little protection, whilst he traveled out of the city, in search of something rare and dangerous, no doubt with others on his tail wanting it first and what a surprise, he’d been the one in charge of booking their accommodation for this first night. “I must have made a little mistake” he hums, flopping onto his back as he pats the side of the bed next to him. “I think you’ll fit, even with those.. broad shoulders” he hums, letting an eyebrow arch as his gaze slides all the way down him. 

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@blccdking​ liked for a starter ft ambrose & taemin 

“Taemin-” the blonde croons as he slips his hands across the table between them, fingers slowly spreading as he all but writhes against it with an intensity burning in his gaze and a knowing smirk coiling at his lips. His slim shoulders slowly rotate, all but bending towards the other warlock as he had finally found him. 

To say Taemin had become somewhat of an obsession to Ambrose was a little of an understatement, knowing his highly irregular, impulsive and downright twisted personality. His affinity for dark, evil people was notorious and it only spurred him on further when they avoided or plainly chastised him for his existence. Like the true masochist he is. “There you are, it’s been what... 100 years? To think, I’d find you when I wasn’t even looking! Perhaps your magic calls to me?” He purrs, eyes like puppy dog pools as he was still trying to get closer.

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Dangerous Old Dogs | starter for @athanasia-ia​ ft Ambrose & Athanasia 

“Athanasia! You irascible old dog-!” Ambrose booms, grin widening as he spots the demon, having felt familiar senses, or disturbances in them, radiating from the lovely, deadly creature. He had had to follow them, his curiosity more than a little piqued, and here there are again. Two dangerously destructive creatures, meeting once more, sure to reign havoc upon those caught in the middle. 

“As beautiful as ever” the warlock sooths, reaching down for a hand to press a soft kiss to her knuckles, before his eyes lift with a wicked grin. “Did I accidently say the magic words? Or am I lucky enough to not have to lose too much for this encounter?” The warlock croons, having fallen foul of the special kind of magic that imbibes a cross road demon more than once, very willingly. 

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Pretty Petals | starter for @yeongxmi​ ft Ambrose & Yeong Mi 

“My, aren’t you as lovely as the flowers you sell-” Ambrose softly purrs on an exhale as he casually observes the young woman with her blooming wares. The scent was so sweet, fresh and green. Her dewy complexion and the dusting of pollen visible in the sun’s filtering rays... it was enough to leave the warlock wanting to hack up black bile across the beautiful scene to destroy it. Still, even past the twitching of his lips, he doesn’t let his warm, pleasant demeanor falter as he points down to a close bunch of flowers, making a selection to purchase. 

“Just lovely-” he hums, mask only slipping once her eyes had move from him as his lips fall into a tight, irritated line. 

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Dead Things | starter for @jaemin-ia​ ft Ambrose & Jaemin 

“What is that smell?!” With a scrunch of his nose and distaste in his tone, Ambrose stands from where he had been restocking his shelves with various poisonous dried roots, and looks around to see the creature now stood in his shop. “Oh, it’s you-” he hums, not amused by his evening being encroached upon by the walking dead. Now that is a smell hard to steam from old drapes. “I’ve nothing here for your kind, what do you want?” The warlock demands, nose scrunching once more as he lifts crooked fingers to the tip of it. 

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The Protector | starter for @miimpii​ ft Ambrose & Eiji

“Oh good, it’s you-” With a droll roll in his tone, Ambrose lifts his gaze with a roll of his eyes, before waving a hand dismissively. He has far too little time and patience to allow the other magic user to come between him, his plans and what he wants. “Let us not waste each other’s time, Eiji, tell me where she is... now”. 

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"You? Kill me? That's funny." From Kairi to anyone you like

god knows what meme this is but he's so pretty! (plus our names are similar, twinsies!!) ft Kairi & Ambrose

"You better not be using those freaky mind powers on me again, music boy-" the warlock hums as he continues to trace his eyes over the list in his hand. He knew the gift was not that well tempered to control, but given how last time the musician had seen him coming, with all of his ill-intent, Ambrose was not going to lower his guard with this one, no matter how innocent the face he wore.

"A musical note is all I want from you this time, okay? Not your spleen-" a warlock joke, as his eyes lift to Kai with a small, unnerving smile. "Simple, is it not?"

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cont from here w/@lellarps ft sebastian & ambrose

Ambrose's eyes harden as he hears that mocking tone, so foreign on the lips of his lover. His usually so deep and dulcet voice this twisted, venomous thing. His rage was brewing, she knew exactly the buttons to press to enflame him, but reacting in anger would not help. It would only give her what she wanted, him as the weapon to hurt Sebastian. This was the wedge that she sought to drive between them, in the hopes that the warlocks fury at her would unleash power he could not control and the only real victim, would be the dragon. However what she did not know, was that Ambrose was very rarely an irrational, emotional person. He was as cold and calculating as the next twisted, ancient magic user and he would not be so easily played by a heinous bitch wearing his boyfriend.

He flinches at the slap, seeing Sebastian's cheek instantly redden and the threat was a potent one. He had to protect Sebastian, from himself and from his own magic. A tall order when magic was so destructive. He could control it, however, he just had to control himself.

Slowly he moves, gaze remaining fixed on Sebastian as his leg shifts and he slips from being on his knees, to being on one knee. Slowly pulling up the other leg as he takes a kneeling, begging stance in front of him. He had to get to the egg, which meant leaving this battle, to fight another day. "You have shown great tactical ability, Daegal" he says softly, head slightly lowered. "Your magic is impressive, but this deception... inspired" he whispers the last word as if it mystified him with awe. "Not only to bound and control a dragon, but to fool me for so long" he trails off with a small shake of his head, but all the while, he was biding his time. Taking that short moment of relative peace to do something quite specific.

"I cannot allow you to hurt Sebastian, so... I yield" his voice remains soft as he slowly lifts up his hands, palms up, in defeat.

It is then that he senses it, what he had been looking for. The magic tether between his lover, and the witch who entrapped him. Magic that lead straight back to her. He knew where she was.

Slowly the corner of his lips lift as his eyes dart up to Sebastian's again. A sharp look that says wait for me.