Undertaker x Reader - Goodnight, Darling

Undertaker x Reader - Goodnight, Darling - quick one-shot



Sorry about how utterly short this is!

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"F/n, I don't think you've ever looked so pretty." The Undertaker whispered as he knelt by your bedside. He tried his best to be as quiet as he could. After all, you were sleeping. He didn't want to wake you. He could tell you were overly tired before you fell into your slumber. The grey haired man's long fingernails gently scratched against your smooth cheek as he traced his fingers up and down your jawline.

The bed you were laying in was perfect. In fact, the Undertaker made it just for you, years and years ago. He tried to show you it multiple times in the past, but you were only disturbed by it. He never understood why; it was beautiful! It was deepest shade of navy, similar to a priceless jewel a noble may have worn. It matched the elegant rose that was in your hair as you slept. Your friend, Finnian, had taken the best care of that special flower, just so you could wear it. The pure white dress you were sleeping in was a drastic contrast from your dark bed and flower. In the Undertaker's eyes, it only added to your beauty. Despite your room being so dark, he could still see your shining beauty.

He leaned down to give you a gentle kiss on the cheek, and continued his loving whispering.

"I love you so much, F/n. You must know that you're the fairest maiden in al of Great Britain." He let out a soft chuckle. "Of course you know. All you ever did at that last ball was show your dress off. Lady Elizabeth told me all about it, dear." He laid one hand over yours that were crossed almost too neatly as you slept. "I bet Lord Ciel snuck a glance at you every now and then, don't deny it. Don't you wish-"

His caring words were cut off by the loud slamming of your room's door. In the doorway stood the eye-patched brat and his devilish butler. Undertaker's pleasant smile faded into a slightly frustrated frown at the intrusion.

"Undertaker! We need information on-" The earl began, but he groaned at the sight of the Undertaker kneeling beside you.

"Are you talking to a corpse, Undertaker? Good lord, is that Miss F/n L/n?" Ciel asked with a hint of disgust. "How are you so comfortable with dead bodies?"

The cloaked man stood, looking back down to you in your bed- or rather, your coffin. He had spent so much time on it, put so much work into it, and it crushed his heart every time you called it ugly. But he never spoke against you. He started anew each and every time. New wood, new color, anything to please you.

"In fact, I don't think she ever got to see this one." The Undertaker murmured under his breath.

Sebastian only lowered his head in respect. He knew how the Undertaker felt about you, even if he had never spoken a word. He could imagine how the poor man felt, even if he himself felt no such emotions.

Ciel shook his head dismissively. "Of course, of course." Ciel rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration. "We have a case to discuss. Get away from that dead body, will you?"

The Undertaker put on his best smile for the earl. "Yes, my lord. I apologize for the wait, I'm eager to hear about this case."

He pulled the casket case over your peacefully sleeping body.

Goodnight, darling.