Silver or Black [Undertaker x Reader (ft. Sebastian)]

XII.: The answer

Your POV

You blinked a few times, unable to believe your ears. This had to be a dream. You must have hit your head on something and this was just a hallucination. But that was also impossible. Your brain couldn't possibly fake the feeling of warmth radianting from his body nor the body itself. So was this some kind of game? Or a joke? He must be joking, that's what he does all the time. Except for when he's talking about serious matters with me, said a quiet voice inside your head. You took a deep breath and mustered up all your courage and confidence. You rose up so you were face to face with Undertaker and then you raised your hand to his face and above, to his hair. Your fingers run through his smooth silver bangs. He made no attempt to resist. You smoothed the annoying eyes covering bangs back so you could look into his gorgeous greenish orbs. You needed to know he was honest. And his eyes, though still a little red from the crying, were telling you just that.

Undertaker's POV

He let you move, didn't even flinched as he usually did when you'd try to uncover his eyes. He'd probably let you do anything right now. He was fragile, uncertain if he didn't make a mistake by telling you about his feelings. He wasn't all that confident that you'd feel the same, but at the same time he just couldn't hold it in any longer. All that was left for him to do was to hope. Hope in some kind of miracle that you wouldn't push him away like everyone else. He stared into your [e/c] eyes and tried to guess what you were feeling. First there was a shock, that was to be expected, but then? He couldn't tell and it was killing him!

"You know, Unnie...," he watched your lips move as if his whole life dependent on them and he felt it actually might. "I'd like to tell you the same, but...," here it comes, the bitter end. Another rejection, why doesn't he ever learn? He wanted to close his eyes and just walk away to spare himself the pain of actually hearing your words. All his strength left him however and maybe, just maybe he deserves this. Perhaps if he stays and endures it he'll be able to stop hoping for love. "...but I want to tell it to you and you alone, not just any undertaker." His eyes shot wide open. He looked at you in disbelief. Was this some kind of joke? He had the same thought as you before and wanted to ask aloud but you were quicker. "And don't you pull that "I'm the only undertaker in the city" crap on me. I've waited long enough for you to introduce yourself properly to me." It was obvious you tried to pout but failed miserably as there was a shy smile on your face. Undertaker would swear he hasn't seen anything as beautiful as this smile in his whole life. "Adrian," he whispered, feeling like he was in a dream. "My name is Adrian," he breathed out and watched you with wary eyes. You were in power now, you always were when it came to his heart. All he could do now was to believe you wouldn't abuse this power. Even though he was ready to let you play with his feelings, hurt him even, if it meant you'd stay close to him. "Then there's nothing holding me back now, right?" You bit your lower lip slightly but that didn't suppress the cheery look on your face and the way your eyes sparkled like the brightest jewel on Earth. His heart was in his throat, the next moment will decide the rest of his life.

"I love you too, Adrian." You said finally and he felt the weight of the world drop from his shoulders. A relieved sigh escaped his lips and he quickly pulled closer to his chest while you giggled happily. He rested his chin on the top of your head and inhaled your scent, finally calm. He knew he was probably crushing you, squeezing too hard, but for now he let himself ignore it. He needed to feel you close, to know this is real and you were his. His, the widest grin spread on his lips, his eyes teary with bliss and happiness. Nothing could ruin his mood now, not even the hectic smacking to his chest. "That's not a nice thing to do, y'know?" He pouted at you after finally letting you pull away slightly. You were so cute gasping for air but only because he was the reason behind it.

Your POV

Your whole body burned with need of oxygen. Not even Under-, no, Adrian's sweet cookie scent mixed with formalin could replace it (though you definitely wouldn't mind if it could). You finally managed to make him let go of you. You missed his clinging on you, but the sensation of breathing again was a fine feeling too. "Neither is almost suffocating your girl to death, it doesn't matter how much you love it," you whined and intended to continue if it wasn't for the smile on Adrian's lips. It was so gentle and honest it made you melt into his embrace again. "I want you to be alive for a while longer, if you don't mind," he chuckled while stroking your arms. "Now I feel really special," you laughed but it really made you all giggly and warm inside. It wasn't every day that Undertaker wanted someone alive! "I've been waiting for this a long time," you smiled, playing with his braid. "You should have said something and not wait for me to make the first step, do you know how hard it was?!" He poked your side, making you jump and hitting both your heads on the underside of the table. "Shall we come out now?" You suggested and outstretched your arm to help him stand up. "Such a gentlewoman I snatched for myself," he purred and his hand found their way around your waist. Your chests were flush against each other and he was still as gentle as before. You were so intoxicatingly close to him, your head felt light. You looked up and saw his handsome face and those lips. They looked so soft and inviting. It was something you've wanted to do for a long time, something you had dreams about, but now that you could actually do it, you weren't sure. You still felt like this was just another dream or something very fragile that could fall apart any second. 

He noticed where your eyes were looking but he paid attention and saw both your want and hesitation. The corner of his lips rose slightly. "Don't push yourself, we have enough happiness as we're now," he stroked your cheek, pulling you closer and plating a soft peck on your forehead instead. A wave of gratitude hit you. You knew you could rely on him never causing you harm and respecting your decisions. He was like that ever since that first day, simply too good to be true. "Now, would you like some fresh baked cookies and anatomy date?" He grinned and took your hands into his. "Sounds good but how am I going to work without free hands?" You asked playfully and squeezed his warm hands, intertwining your fingers. He chuckled and wasted no time before responding, as if he was planning something. "We'll have to co-operate," he burst out laughing, gaining a light smack.

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A pitch black snake sneaked out of dusty room full of coffins illuminated by candles. He had a message he had to deliver to his master quickly.

When he arrived to his destination, he crawled up to a shoulder of silver haired boy with scales on his face and whispered all he saw and heard in the coffins room where a man and a young woman confessed their love. The boy thanked him and set on a walk around the mansion, he himself looking for his master. Finally he stood in a room with huge window with a table buried under all kind of paperwork and books right in front of it. "So what did he say?" Said a voice sitting on the side of the room on the chair next to a fire place. The boy began retelling what his snake friend told him and didn't once flinched under the sharp look of sapphire eye.   

//Hey guys, I'm sorry for my long inactivity. I started uni in september along with work which was just terrible and I had like 12-hour shifts on top of all my school work so I had really zero motivation to do anything fun. Luckily I have a better job now so be prepared for more frequent updates ^^ Thanks to everyone reading this story, it means a world to me ^^