Undertaker x Reader: A Lovely Trade

     
    You were walking a short distance behind your young master, Ciel Phantomhive. Next to him was his highly important butler, Sebastian Michaelis. The chatter of people's nearby conversations accompanied by the click and tap of shoes against London's brick roads was the only noise you heard. You looked toward the master and his completely black butler once more, and you began to reflect on your first days at the Phantomhive's manor.

    Your mother had died recently, and had close family ties to the Phantomhives that went back centuries upon centuries. You would've originally lived with your father, but unfortunately, he was in and out of your life. This was due to his excessive drinking habits, until one day he just stopped coming back. 

    Speaking of death, you had just arrived at your destination; The Undertaker. This was London's local funeral home, where bodies were prepared for death, and on occasions, autopsies. You had been here once before because you had to arrange your mother's funeral and what she would look like. You had met the Undertaker himself, and in the beginning he was rather an unsettling character. However, once time passed, you eventually thought of him with great respect for his understandings of the human body and his advanced knowledge of it. 

    Sebastian pulled open the door for you and Ciel, and in return you politely smiled at him. Surprisingly, he gave you a small smile back. You looked around the small room, and it was just like you remembered it to be. Creepy, yet interesting. You soon heard a familiar cackle come from a corner, and a silhouette of a tall, bony man approached the three of you. The light revealed it to be none other than the Undertaker himself. He greeted the young master, and when he turned his head to greet Sebastian, just like he always did, he noticed a third person. He stepped closer, to get a better view, and when he did he recognized it was you. 

    "Why, hello there, (y/n)~! It's been quite a while since I last saw you, hasn't it?" He chuckled, poking your rosy cheek with his long, black fingernails. Your cheek's shade increased as he kissed your hand, a known gesture of politeness in London. 

    "Yes it has, Undertaker!" You replied joyfully. He's really the only person who was decent towards you. He beckoned for the young master to sit down, and they began talking business.

    "I was hoping you could shed some light on the 'Jack the Ripper' murders." Ciel said after sipping on some of his tea. The Undertaker smiled, and started rocking back and forth in his seat.

    "Ahh, yes, my lord, but; you know the deal~!" He started to chuckle uncontrollably, and to be honest you wanted to laugh along with him. The man's laugh was contagious for pete's sake.

    Ciel simply rolled his eyes as he said with a sigh, "A trade of laughs, I assume?"

    "No, not that, my young lord. I was hoping we could trade servants?.." His lips curled into that trademark smile that he always wore.

    "Sebastian is not up for trade." Ciel said strictly, his eyebrow arching up.

    "No, no, Sebastian is much too important to you. I was intending for you trade (y/n), perhaps?" He chuckled, and began to rock back and forth in his seat once more. Ciel leaned back and privately consulted with his black butler. The Undertaker shot you a crooked smile that made shivers run down your spine.

    'Please don't do this, Ciel! You have to at least have some human fib-' 

    "I don't see why not." He said, and cut off your pleading thoughts. Sebastian smirked at you, which caused you to furrow your eyebrows at him. 

    "Good. Now for the information.." Said the Undertaker, and he started chatting and giggling away.

                                      .............................: T I M E   S K I P:.............................

    It's been a month since you've started working for The Undertaker in his shop. What orginally was a temporary trade turned into a permanent one. Ciel thought it would be best for you to work with him because you were working with someone you knew; not to mention that the waiting on hand and knee for someone wasn't really your forte.

    In these past four weeks, you've learned a great deal about the human body, and just how delicate and complicated it is and can be. You've also started developing feelings for the Undertaker. At first you saw him as a bony, tall, unsettling man, but now, you saw him as a pure death god. It was odd, really; falling in love with someone so quickly. 

    "(y/n), dear?" 

    "Hmm?" 

    "The tea is overflowing from your beaker, love." He stated, making you look down at your hands. You gasped at the mess.

    "Oh my goodness! I-I'm so sorry!" You apologized as you cleaned. The Undertaker walked over to you to help.

    "Don't be so sorry. Pretty girls shouldn't get so worked up..." He said the last part under his breath as he bent down to help you again.

    "What did you just say?" You asked, arching an eyebrow. The Undertaker simply looked your way, and you could somewhat see his eyes peeking from underneath his ridiculously long bangs. He just started giggling uncontrollably, just like he always did.

    "You can be so oblivious sometimes." He said, wiping the tears from his eyes. Before you could reply, Undertaker leaned over and kissed you, full on the lips. You smiled at him as he held you in his arms. 


    "I'm glad I made that trade with the young master.... it was such a lovely trade~" He whispered into your ear as he swayed the both of you around the shop for the rest of the day.

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