Black Butler x Reader One Shots

Undertaker

This was requested by HazbinThere. Thank you for the request, I hope you like it!

Dodging behind a building as a gunshot went off, you mentally cursed your brother. Ever since your father died, your brother has been furious because you were mentioned in the will. You were to receive more money and the company. Your brother was furious about that and had plans to kill you so he would take everything. 

Yelping as a crate by your head was shot, you continued running down the street. Ignoring the screams of others as you ran. With the sun going down, people were already heading home for the night. With the killer after you, people were more eager to get off the street. Leaving you, mostly alone. At this rate, you can't blend into any crowds. Your best chance is to go into a shop, though most are closing down now. Turning a corner, you paused briefly to catch your breath. Spotting the light of a shop still lit. That's the safest place for now. 

Slipping into the shop, you stuffed down a scream when you saw the coffins and skulls with lit candles on them. Lighting the room in a dim glow. It was the Undertaker's parlor. You had only been here once when your father died. Your brother was the one to make the arrangements, you had stayed silent, though the Undertaker tried to get you to talk several times.

Recalling that you were being chased, you  grimaced at the idea of hiding here. However, there was an abundance of places to hide. Briefly glancing at the counter, you found the Undertaker silently watching you. You quickly went into a coffin as you heard the footsteps just outside the parlor. Shutting the coffin, you clamped a hand over your mouth to keep your breathing silent.

"Hello, what can I do for you? Are you here for one of my coffins?" You faintly heard Undertaker question. The assassin must have came in.

"I'm looking for my sister. She's (H/C) and is wearing a (F/C) dress." A gruff voice answered. A clear lie that you prayed the Undertaker would pick up on.

"Can't say I saw someone like that. Though my memory is fuzzy." Undertaker lied, making you shocked that he was willingly hiding you.

"How much would it take to jog your memory?" 

"I don't want money. Give me a good laugh and I'll give you the information you want." Frowning at the strange request, you decided that so long as it kept you hiding for a little longer, you didn't care. There was absolute silence, which made your anxiety rise, until your heart jumped as the coffin lid moved.

"All is clear my dear." Undertaker reported offering you a hand to help you out. Accepting his help, you went to sit on a coffin before your legs could fold under you from exhaustion.

"Thank you." You thanked, "Why did you hide me?"

"I have my reasons. The question is, why were you hiding?" He questioned, "Someone as stunning as you, shouldn't have to hide from an assassin. "

You briefly explained your situation as he made tea and brought out biscuits. Watching his reaction to see what he would do now. He didn't seem thrilled about anything you said.

"What do you plan to do now? You can't go home with your brother trying to kill you and you can't go out in public without someone there to protect you or a disguise."

Pursing your lips to think, you nodded in agreement.  

"I suppose I'll have to change my identity and sell my company to myself. I'll, also, have to find a place to stay." You sighed, earning a hum from him.

"Then allow me to be of service." He offered, "I thought you were lovely when you came in with your brother and I would hate to let a lovely being like yourself go through all this struggle with no help. So, you can stay here with me and I will protect you, as well as help you with your company."

You could hardly believe what you were hearing. This is the nicest offer you've ever had. It would be stupid of you to not accept that and you knew that. Nodding, you recalled that there's probably going to be a price.

"What do you want in exchange for helping me?" You asked.

"You're a clever one, (Y/N)." He chuckled, "That's why I like you. In exchange, I would like for you to allow me to court you until you agree to marry me."

Frowning, you thought about it. He's said he doesn't have an interest in money, but the only reason people would marry you is because of your money. You would rather not marry someone because of that. He seemed to know what you were thinking because he chuckled in amusement.

"Don't get me wrong dear. I've had an interest in you since you came in with your brother. You're beautiful and well mannered. I would like to get to know you more and seeing someone that interests me in danger doesn't sit well with me."

It's not like you have much of a choice. Plus he kind of interests you too. He's cheerful for a man who works with the dead. Nodding, you yelped as he pulled you into a dance pose. A large grin on his partly hidden face.

"Then let's begin your plan, my dear." he cackled.