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Captured Undertaker X Reader
“God, why does my head hurt so bad.” You tried to rub your sore head, only to realize your arms, and legs were strapped down. “The heck? Why am I in restraints?” Panic and anger set in. Your heart was racing and your breath became rapid. You had no idea where you were or why you were there. You pulled in vain with all your might against the restraints. Finally, feeling you had no other option, you started to scream as loud as you could.
After a moment of screaming, you heard a mans voice. “Hello there love. I didn't expect you to wake so early.” The man let out a cackle, one you would be able to recognize until the end of time. “Let me just untie you then now love.”
“I'm going to kill you. Do you have any idea how scared I was?” You wanted to slap him so badly it wasn't funny. Unfortunately your hands were still tied down by your sides.
“Yes love, I think the whole street knows, what with all
Black Butler Seven Minutes In Heaven Grell
You get called to the center of the room to pick an item from Grell's hand bag. After feeling around for a moment, something you think you recognize gets your attention. You lift the item you've chosen up and out of the purse to reveal a group of cherries. "Hey, these are still in really good shape. I think I could even eat these."
"Don't you dare, those are for my Bassy." Grell quickly grabbed the cherries out of your hand, dropping the purse to the ground with a loud thud. "Put them back in my purse, pick something else."
William roughly hit Grell over the head with his scythe. "Stop prolonging this idiocy and get in the closet."
Grell immediately straightened up. "Fine, but I want you all to know that I am not going to enjoy this. Not even one little bit." Taking your hand, he roughly pulled you into the closet. "Some one time us, only seven minutes now. I don't want to be in here any longer than I have to be." Grell slammed the two of you in
Black Butler Seven Minutes In Heaven Aleister
“Give me just a teeny moment to think here.” Grell placed his hand on his chin as he thought. “I want the next player to have a certain quality.” He walked around the room, stopping at you. “Hmm, yes, I think you'll do perfectly.” After quickly adjusting his glasses he pulled you to the center of the room. “Okay, you can pick now.” Grell gave you a wink as he held out his purse for you.
You placed your hand inside and shuffled around the items. Something very hard and ovular hit the back of your hand. You lifted it up and looked at it. The item was a marbled green color almost like jade, but much lighter. It was also rather heavy. The object reminded you a bit of an egg. “What is this? Some sort of glass Easter egg or something?”
A loud gasp came from the other side of the room. “Heavens no! That's Jadeite!” Aleister walked over to you with large fluid movements. “I thought a woman of your beauty wo
Black Butler Seven Minutes In Heaven Alois
You followed Grell's orders, walking up to the center of the room and placing your hand inside the bright red purse. After feeling around for a moment you come upon something easily recognizable. You lift it out of the handbag and look at it. "A toy spider. Whose is this?"
"It's mine of course." Alois scoffed at your question. "You can keep that. I don't want it back. Think of it as a sort of charity." He grinned at you sarcastically. "Why are we still standing out here anyway? I want to get inside the closet, like five minutes ago." He grabbed your hand and quickly dragged you off to the closet. "Okay, let's do this."
Grell followed you two to the closet. "Okay you two, have fun." He smiled wide, revealing his pointy teeth at you both. "Don't do anything I wouldn't now. We don't want to have any problems." He laughed and shut the door.
"Wait, it's dark in here. I don't like the dark." Alois began stumbling around the closet looking for some source of light. "I hate it when i
Black Butler Seven Minutes In Heaven Ashe
Grell calls you to the middle of the great room so you can take your turn. He holds out his bright red purse filled with items for you. "Good luck." He winked at you as you placed your hand inside.
You felt around for a moment until something very soft brushed against your fingers. Choosing that item, you lifted it from the purse, revealing it to be a pure, white feather. "This is really pretty, but I have no idea who it belongs to."
"That belongs to me. But you may keep it if you would like. I have no need for it anymore." Ashe moved from the corner of the room and walked over to you. He seemed uninterested in you and the idea of the game. You also noticed that Sebastian was glaring at him. "What's the matter Sebastian, afraid I'll hurt your friend?" He grinned and took your hand. "I suppose you'll just have to trust me." Ashe led you to the closet and found you a place to sit.
"Ashe, do be nice to her." Grell seemed worried. "She's never done anything wron
Black Butler Seven Minutes In Heaven William
"It's your turn to play. Now come up here and stop wasting time." Grell pulled you to the center of the room, picking up his purse and holing it out for you. "Pick something good now, I want to be entertained." He smiled wide.
You reached into the bag and felt around for a bit. A moment later you lifted out a crumpled piece of paper. You unwrinkled it to read the name on it. "It says William T. Spears. Guess that makes it pretty obvious who it belongs to huh?"
William stood up, walked over to you and adjusted his glasses. "I do apologize. I honestly didn't bring any items suited to put in a purse. When Grell called me here he said it was an emergency. I was not prepared to play a game suited for school children."
Grell was puffing and ranting behind the two of you. "How dare you pick my Williams name out. Out of all the items in my purse you have to pick that one! The horror of it all." Grell swooned dramatically, almost falling to the floor. "I just d
Black Butler Seven Minutes In Heaven Bard
Grell walked over to you, half dancing and grabbed hold of your hand. “I have chosen you as the next player my dear.” He giggled. “Don't you just feel lucky?” You were brought to the middle of the room and offered Grell's purse. “Go ahead and chose.”
You were a little bit nervous, but placed your hand inside. There was one item you easily recognized. Deciding to go with it, you lifted it from the purse. You had chosen a large metal mixing spoon. “Umm, I don't know who's item I got.”
“Hey, that's mine.” Bard jumped from the couch excitedly and took his place next to you, he was smiling ear to ear.
“Normally I'd have something sarcastic to say, but honestly I don't have any opinion about this guy.” Grell shrugged and walked to the closet. “Get in here you two.” The two of you took your place inside the closet. “See you in seven, don't blow anything up Bard.” Grell l
A New Apprentice Undertaker X Reader
“Why do I put myself through this kind of torture.” You shook your head and looked up at the large sign on the building. It was crooked, the once black letters faded with age and neglect. “Returning to my kidnapper like a sheep to the slaughter, I must be mental.”
“Well now love, people will think that's so if you keep talking to yourself like that.” The Undertaker peered at you from behind the heavy wooden door, his eyes shining brightly. “So, you going to come in? I don't have all day now you know. This is a time sensitive job.” He cracked the door open a bit more and cackled to himself.
You took a deep breath and stepped inside the old building. It was just like the last time you were here. Dirty, dusty, dark, and cluttered. It was hard to believe someone with the Undertaker's intelligence would willingly live this way. “So, why am I here this time?”
“Didn't you read my letter love? It says
Black Butler Seven Minutes In Heaven Ciel
Grell calls you to the middle of the room to pick out an item from his purse. You feel around, picking a small item as yours. It's a piece of candy baring the Funtom label. Even though you know Ciel ran the Funtom company, you weren't sure if he was the one who put the candy in the purse. "Is this your item master Ciel?" You held the small item between your thumb and pointer fingers for him to see.
Ciel didn't look pleased that you were holding his item. He nodded. "Yes, unfortunately it is. I thought with an item as small as that, my chances of getting picked were rather slim. Apparently not." He scoffed and stood up, reluctantly heading for the closet.
"Oh my, he doesn't seem happy at all now does he? You'd better hurry along now before he get's impatient with you." Grell giggled as he walked you to the closet. "I'll be back for you two in seven minutes now." He winked and blew you both a kiss. "Have fun." The door now shut and locked, you sat in dar
Secret affairs UndertakerXReader part one
Your mother had just died. You decided to proceed to the undertaker. You looked for the most loved in England. You came across one simply known as "Undertaker." You rode a carriage to the simple shop. You opened the door, and saw no one.
"Undertaker? Are you here?" Your 16-year-old voice cracked in embarrassment. You weren't so good at speaking, especially in emotional times such as this.
"Oh, well 'ello then! You must be ___, here about your mother, 'my correct my lady?" The door on a coffin on the back wall slid open. Giant round, green eyes shown through hair. Long black fingernails shined a glossy glow in the dim environment. You got an eerie feeling from this man...something was different about him.
"Yes, sir...that's me. My mother should be here...her name is-"
"Oh, miss I'm already well aware, very well aware. Your mother looks like she'll be quite e trouble to fix up...ye-hehehe...but I like. Challenge. Yes I do. So, you wanted to show me what to do with her, is that correct?"
Undertaker x Reader - Coffins, Death, Love
You just moved to the UK. Your job had moved there so if they moved you moved. You were the co- president so you had to go or you would be fired. It took you a long time to get to that rank. You were a "Undertaker" as people called you. You were alway amazed by dead person's body. You loved your job and you always had to train the newbies that just started. "________." your boss called "Yes?" you turned around gracefully. "I have this man I want you to meet for me." he handed you an address. "Alright." you said putting the address in your pocket.
You follow the address to this building that looked haunted. The sigh on the building said "The Undertaker." you smiled in excitement. You opened the door it was quiet very quiet. You saw coffins and people organs that made you laugh. "Well, Well what do we have here?" you heard a strange voice. You saw a coffin open revealing two yellow or hazel eyes (correct me if I'm wrong plz) looking at you. "Hi. Are you...." you looked at th
Ball Room Dancing - Undertaker
A sudden chill went up your spine as you felt a bony hand touch your shoulder. You shivered and slowly looked behind you to see that it was the Undertaker. A slight feeling of relief came over you but there was still this strange vibe coming from him. He noticed the uneasiness in your eyes and gave a creepy chuckle. "I'm sorry my dear, I did not mean to frighten you."
You laughed nervously. "Heh, are you sure about that?" He laughed again, which sent another chill down your spine. "Of course I am. I was roaming around and saw you and thought you looked familiar." You thought for a minute. "Maybe you've seen me around. I've been in your shop a few times." He smiled. "Ah, yes I remember you. You're always with with that butler Sebastian aren't you?" "Yes, I sometimes run errands for the young Phantomhive master and he makes Sebastian go with me." He nodded. "Well if a beautiful young girl such as yourself was roaming around the streets, I'd want you to have some form of a body guar
A guardian angel Undertaker x Reader"..." you sighed, your mentor Angelina, or how others call her: Madam Red, had passed away a few days after you arrived in London. You were standing at her funeral. "You were going to teach me so much, you promised that to me.." you kneel down and touched the gravestone "I don't blame you though..." you said, your fingertips stroke the words 'Here lies Angelina Durless-Barnett, may she find rest in the arms of the lord.' you lay down the bouquet of red roses you bought and took your leave.
"My lord, these flowers..."
You heard a voice from behind you, you turned around to look who it was; a tall man in a black coat, black hair and deep brown almost red glowing eyes; next to him stood a small boy, around the age of 12 you guessed, dark blue hair and a sky blue eye, he wore at his right eye an eyepatch. 'Are you family from ms Angelina?' you thought but before you could say something he asked you: "Do you know my aunt?" "Yes, well... she was supposed to be my mentor for this year... you
Secret affairs UndertakerXReader part 2
You two sat in the main room. His smile faded and he suddenly became very serious.
"As I said....it's apparent your mother did not tell you something vital about her
, and her husband. You won't believe this, but I can prove it. Also, you can't tell a souls ye-hehe...listen carefully. Your mother was a grim reaper, a shinigami, as was your father..." He took a sip of his tea. "They probably wanted to wait until they thought you could handle this, love, but you seem quite capable of understanding such a simple concept.
"Shinigami? Meaning death gods?" You grew stiff. "That means..."
"Yep, that means you are too...it also means that your mothers death was anything but ordinary. Se was killed by someone else's death scythe. This is generally quite against the rules...and I know your mother wouldn't have deserved such a cruel death, or death anyway..." He smiled once again. "Though, your mother entrusted me sixteen years ago to watch over you If anything were to happen. It may not so
The Graveyard Shift (Undertaker X Reader)
"Help! Help me! Can anyone hear me?!" It was dark and cramped. I banged on my surroundings violently and felt something tug at my arm. I noticed a string tied to my around my boney wrist and I pulled on it violently. "Help!" I screamed over and over hoping someone would hear my pleas. Minutes later I heard loud slamming above me; moon light shone into the dark area and my eyes were met with a smiling, white haired man with a scar along his face.
"Welcome back Love." The man said reaching his hand out towards me. I grabbed onto his hand and he helped me out of this...hole I was in. I fell into his arms and looked around -- I was in a graveyard. Did I just come out of a grave? Was I dead? Was he a grim reaper who finished me off, now consoling my spirit?
"W-Who are you.. what happened.. where am I..w-why am I in a grave? Are you some sort of grim reaper whose here to help my soul or something?" He laughed at my Grim Reaper comment, I frowned.
"I'm Undertaker," He then frowned as well. "
Feel It In My Bones (Undertaker x Reader)
Feel It In My Bones
(Undertaker x Reader)
(Author’s Note: This was a request from “JustCre8ive22”. I hope you enjoy it! This is my first Undertaker x Reader…so sorry if he’s OOC [I am not very familiar with his character]. Thanks for reading n_n!)
You glanced around the dreary funeral parlor with a look of skepticism about you. There were cobwebs everywhere, the lights were dim, and coffins were strewn everywhere. None of these things really scared you, though. Actually…nothing scared you. You weren’t overly courageous or so stupid that things didn’t affect you; you just didn’t feel fear like a normal human.
You heard a low creaking sound and turned to see one of the coffins slowly opening. A hand curled its way around the edge of the lid and you saw the shimmer of a golden eye. You arched an eyebrow as someone stuck their head out.
“Greetings!” The person chuckled. It was a man with pale ski
Secret affairs. UndertakerXReader (part 3)
The undertaker allowed you to sleep in a coffin. There wasn't much room, and , he was right. It definitely was not pleasant to have to stay in such a...weird place, to put it nicely.
"Good morning, me love. I've enrolled you in shinigami school! You'll be the rookie, ye-hehehe, you'll have lots of fun, yes...it'll definitely prove interesting. Just tri not to die...if you can do that, you might be okay." He smiled once again, handing you a biscuit and tea.
"Hey...don't say stuff like that! I'll be just fine! How hard can it be?" You were confident, you had to do this for your mother, your father, and all your family. If your mother was a famous death god, you could be, too.
"Don't get too happy, love. Things aren't as always as you expect. Hurry along though. Or you'll be late, that's a pretty bad impression for the first day. Ee-heehe!" He smiled once more, shoving you out the door. "Now, have fun, but not too much!" You rushed out the door.
"Wait! Where am I going? " you
Four Lettered Word (Grell x Reader)
Four Lettered Word
(Grell x Reader)
The whole mansion was alive with the sounds of smashing furniture, slamming doors, and the occasional squealing cat. You held a vase up threateningly, your eyes wild and your chest heaving with every breath. “You’ll never take me alive!”
“Awwww, but ______, you lost the bet! You have to let me~!” Grell whined. “Now put the vase down and let’s go ahead and get started okay, Hon~?”
You growled irritably and lifted the vase, ready to sling it, when someone took it from you. You snapped your head back and saw Sebastian standing over you with an apologetic look on his face.
“I’m sorry, Lady ______, but you’re destroying the young master’s mansion. I must insist you go with Mister Sutcliff.”
“Bassy~!” Grell squealed happily. Sebastian rolled his eyes and left quickly, leaving you with the redheaded Shinigami. He gripped your wrist firmly and despite your eff
Black Butler Seven Minutes In Heaven Undertaker
It was finally your turn to draw from Grell's purse. You walked up to where he was standing, and placed your hand inside. There were items of all shapes and sizes, but there was one that was very easy to recognize. You lifted your selected item from the purse and held it up. "Who put the bone in the purse? Wait, is this, a cookie, or, a crumpet?"
"No, no, my love." The Undertaker walked up to you and snatched the bone from your hand. "It's my biscuit." He bit into it and let out a strange sort of laugh. "They just taste better when they look like this. I have more if you want to try some." He moved behind you and started playing with your hair. "This is quite nice it is. I think I should like to try this color myself."
"Oh no, don't change your hair." Grell wrapped his arms around the undertaker. "You're such a very handsome man, just the way you are. Oh, but I forgot." Grell let go and giggled. "You two should already be in the closet by now. Now come
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
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