Ambrose Spellman x MortuaryWitch!Reader
A/N: gender neutral, reader is an Hermes devotee, set whenever. Fuck, I never finished this series, I miss Chance P, why did you have to go so soon? Anyway... I wanted to write something very fleshed out and actually planned but fuck me, I don't have the energy for that. Nothing too sexual, but suggestive. I love Caitlin Doughty. Not proofread, mentions of death, decay and very slight gore.
You moved to Greendale to establish your family business: a complete funeral home with a death positive approach towards mourning and death care.
Why Greendale? Your patron deity Hermes guided you there. That was the place you were supposed to be, as his devotee, your job was to guide lost and afraid souls to their journeys to their respective underworlds.
You had strong ties to the psychopomps, the little creatures who followed those brave enough to astral project. Four cardinals would always accompany you wherever you went, physically or astrally.
That's how you met Ambrose.
He was tasked to snoop into your business per Aunt Zelda's request and the birds warned you about the "handsome intruder" in your morgue.
She was suspicious of you after the whole Pagan mess from the past year, and wanted to make sure you were not a risk to her coven.
You laughed it off when the birds kept pestering him and told him that he could come in person, that you didn't bite. With a swish of your hand, he was back to his body, safe and sound.
Gods he was whipped. He promised himself that he wouldn't fall in love so soon after Prudence left him, that he was enjoying being single, but by the Dark Mother you were a CATCH.
He appeared in your office's door the next day, a dried flowers bouquet and a basket of muffins made for you, and you ushered him inside.
You were like soft moon glow on a bright night, he loved everything about you almost immediately. You invited him for a meeting with your colleagues under other death related deities, and your shared work in bringing a lighter feeling around death rituals.
He was fascinated while walking your facility, seeing the different approach you took in your work, and impulsively insisted on working in a partnership with you.
When shit started to hit the fan with the cosmic horrors, he would find himself closer and closer to your house and office, telling you all about the chaos bubbling just everywhere.
You two shared your first kiss after a long night fighting off the darkness, when you got home with him, both tired and exhausted. You joined in the efforts of his coven, and defeated the first cosmic horror.
You pushed the door open to your shop, the little bell ringing as you and Ambrose stepped inside, the fire rushing to life with a flick of his wand. He moved like he belonged there, plopping down the couch and groaning, wiping his face with both hands. You turned the water kettle on and sat next to him, enjoying the warmth of the flickering orange flames and the woodsy sandalwood smell emanating from him.
"Lord Hermes please bless me, so that if anyone died, they may be found tomorrow past noon" you muttered and the birds fluttered around your head "I know I know, it's a joke, don't come at me"
They seamed please and flied to their little resting spot, the two cardinal couples snuggling into the two nests. Ambrose turned his beautiful face to you and his stare didn't burn, but was just as warm as the fire.
"Everybody else gets to rest, but we may wake up tomorrow and clean up the deceased" he sighed "should I head home?"
Turning your face to him, you stared into his eyes. His eyes were so pretty, it was unfair for him to have such soft and lovely features. You let them wander, to his nose bridge, cheeks, and his mouth. He licked his lips.
"Stay" it was almost a whisper "Please" was all you could muster before wetting your lips yourself. He searched your eyes for permission and when he found your welcoming gaze, Ambrose pulled you to him, kissing you earnestly as you pulled on his leather jacket. Groaning as he brought you to straddle his thighs.
He smelled like sandalwood, books, leather and that sweet smell of embalming fluids cherry that always clung to your nose. Maybe it was a part of him as much as it was a part of you, per your duties as death's henchmen.
Foreheads connected, you two breathed in each other's bodies, basking into your souls as you two shared another kiss, less hurried, more sentimental.
"I need you" he muttered between pecks on your face "Needed you since the day we met and you were hands deep into Mr. Wallace"
A breathy chuckle left your mouth "when you saw me, I poked his spleen wrong and blood splattered in my goggles, Gods it was so gross!" you hid your face in his neck and smelled deep "I longed for someone like for so long... and now that I have you..."
Ambrose brought your face back to look at him "and now that you have me...?"
You had a loopy smile, and were feeling the exhaustion really settle in, pains everywhere, eyes drooping from sleep deprivation "I want you, but right now I really want to sleep"
He chuckled, hugged you tightly and muttered a teleportation spell, and in a blink you two were in your bedroom upstairs. You sat on the edge of your bed as he pulled your shoes and left beside his, along with your jackets. Ambrose removed any jewelry he could find and was removable, and laid beside you.
Tomorrow was another day, with another day, another chaotic mess to solve. But for now, you could be tangled up and listening to his soft snores as you fell asleep.
Thank Gods, he's your delight.