Humbled ((Undertaker X Reader))

Act Twenty Five: Engulfed

 "For you," The noble woman bowed her head as in her hands, she offered a fabric of midnight black. "It's rather untraditional, but..."
"It suits you," The lord finished for her. He smiled warm before placing a hand upon my head. The welcoming touch of a parent welcoming a new daughter into their family, "Anything for our (Y/N)."
An ache twisted in my chest at the touch.
My mother's felt the same when I was little, I could still remember her soft words. The way she would tell me stories and promises, how she would always be right there to protect me when I was little.
In the end, she was terrible, but I could still remember the good times... Now that she was gone.
When the lord pulled away, his wife lowered the dress into my waiting arms before she beamed a warm smile,
"And guess what? It's official," She looked to her husband with a glistening in her eyes, "The papers came back."

"What does that..."
"You're officially ours," She finished, meeting me once more, "I know we spoke of it a little bit a few months ago, but we weren't sure if it was something you... Wanted... After Nicholas..." She shifted uncomfortably before clearing her throat and shaking the forbidden topic away, "We've always seen you as our daughter, even if the marriage never happened."

Pardon? She was being serious? The topic came up in passing after I spoke to them the day I woke up from surgery, but to think they actually adopted me in-?!
I opened my mouth, but I didn't know what to say!
I was adopted, they took me in! I looked around the garden for the reaper just as he was walking up with his familiar hunched shuffling, his robes dragging across the grass,
"Well, isn't that music to my ears!" He half-joked, "You have quite a lot of people looking after you~"

The nobles visibly tensed up as they looked upon the mortician, but the lord was the first to crack a smile with a welcoming attempt,
"Quite so. She was the sweetest little girl growing up, as difficult as they may be to believe."
Christ, was I so bad before I got a hold of myself? Before I spoke, the lady suddenly offered her hand towards the reaper, an unreadable expression glazing across her gentle eyes,
"And for you... (Y/N) chose you, so I'll respect you as a son, but I need to know what I saw. Nicholas said you aren't human, and I also saw something that day. Please, be honest."
Her hand trembled but she showed no visible signs of fear on her face. It couldn't be said for myself, as my heart began to race with panic. I had no idea what their responses would be if he told the truth, could they endure the truth? I could barely handle it, and I was much closer to him when I discovered it.
Although he hesitated, The Undertaker moved rather fluidly, running a finger along the rim of his hat to adjust it atop his head. He thoughtfully considered his next move before eventually reaching out in turn, and placing his slender hand within the noblewoman's,
"You're too clever for me~ Won't you allow me some time to find the words?"
Her expression visibly fell, her hold on his hand softening with a quiet sadness. Without any signs of anger, she merely accepted the refusal. Nevertheless, he continued, bowing his head with respect to the woman baring a toothy grin,
"My lady, I'll tell you soon, don't despair now! It simply isn't the proper time. This is a day for (Y/N), is it not? Might you just consider me a guardian angel for a short time?"

An angel? Is that really what it could be? A death God protecting a human life was... Well, an oddity, to say the least, but was it that incorrect?
I wanted to say something, but memories replayed in my mind.
That dark wedding and protecting me from Nicholas' knife, but it was the small things too. How silly it was, but once upon a time, I was gifted a pair of shoes to soothe my aching feet, and a cloth to clean a wound.
Now that I thought about it further, The Undertaker was always there for me, even from the day of my internship.
The fear in my heart pounded more heavily with an ache. It wounded, but it felt so warm and intoxicating as well. No doubt, this was love I was feeling. With a smile of my own, I clung to his arm tightly, careful not to wrinkle the dress in my hold,
"Indeed, a guardian angel is fitting for now."
For how old The Undertaker truly was, it was slightly humorous to imagine the couple calling him a son, but the sentiment was... Nice.
"Well-" The woman exhaled as she pulled her hand back, "Very well. This I can accept. For (Y/N)'s birthday, we can discuss it later."