Black Butler Oneshots (Discontinued Sorryyyy T_T)

He can be serious? (Undertaker x Reader)

Sorry, if Undertaker is OOC I struggle keeping any character accurate to their real personality.

You going over to see your boyfriend, undertaker. With a bright smile on your face, you ran through the streets of London, making your way to undertakers shop. As you rounded a corner, you could just see his shop on the sreet. Grinning, you ran down the street.

You were just going past an alley, two shop down from undetkaer's store, when a hand reached out and grabbed you. Too shocked to even scream, you let the person drag you into the alley and pin you to the wall. Looking down, you noticed the person, it wasaman, rather tall, and very ugly. He smirked at you. "Alright, girly, hand over whatever money you got!" He demanded. You shookyour head violently, to say no.

"There is not a cat in hell's chance I would ever give you money!" You exclaimed, normally you would give the poor money, but this guy was rude and disrespectful. Glaring at you, the man grabbed you by your throat and slammed you into the wall, causing you to scream out in pain. THis scream didn't go unheard. Undertaker, who was just inside his shop, heard it, recognising who it was instantly.

Without a moment's hesitation, he was out the door of his shop and running to where the scream came from. What he saw before him made his blood run cold. You were up gainst the wall, looking as if you were about to pass out any second, pleadng for the man to let you go, but your pleas fell upon deaf ears as the man's grip only tightened. It became harder and narder to breathe by the second. You could feel yourself losing conciousness, until you heard a familiar voice, filling you wth the determination you needed tofight to stay awake.

"Put her down." Undertaker said, his tone both serious and dark.

The man, however ignored him and only held your neck tighter.

"Please..." You begged weakly, tears in your eyes. "Please... let me go....."

You couldn't fight it anymore and you fell unconcious. However, you weren't quite dead. Upon seeing you now un-awake (is that a word? Probably not but I'mma use it anyway), Undertaker was filled with anger. "I Said PUT HER DOWN!" He yelled, sounding nothing like his normal cheery self.

The guy looked at him "Oh, and what's some old man goning to do?" The man chuckled.

"This..." Undertaker yelled, shoving the man off of you and getting out his scythe. He glared at the man who was backing away. The man fell on his butt, and looked up fearfully to see Undertaker getting closer, at a slow, eerie pace. Scrambling backwards, the man's back hit a wall. He was trapped.

Without hesitating, Undertaker sliced the man with his scythe. He glared at the man, who was barely alive, and whispered in a low, sinister tone. "I told you to put her down, sir."

Satisfied with the fact the man was now dead, Undertaker walked over to your limp form, and gently stroked your hair out of your face. Thinking you were dead, he felt something he hadn't felt in a long time. He felt the tears in his eyes. He closed his eyes and cried, for the first time ver, Undertaker cried.

"U-Unny, what's wrong?"

Just hearing your voice was enough to make him look at you. His eyes still had few tears in them, and he, still crying, spoke. "You're alive?!"

You smiled at him and gently raised your hand and held his cheek. "No, I'm dead, I'm just talking." You said sarcastically. Undertaker just smiled and hugged you close.

"I'm so glad you're ok!" He laughed. You sighed in relief, knowing Undertaker was still his usual happy self. "Now, let's get you to my shop." He smiled before picking you up bridal style.

Your entire face suddenly became as red as a srawberry. "U-Unny! I can walk you know!"

"I know, but I want to hold,so as I know you're safe." He whispered, looking down at you.

"oh my! It's like I was a princess, and you were the prince who saved me. Well, a princess always rewards the prince." You giggled before pulling Undertaker's face down to yours, and kissing his lips. He instantly returned the kiss. As you pull away, you yawn and nuzzle into his houlder, falling asleep quickly. Hearing, your gentle snoring as he entered his shop, Undertaker smiled and lay you down in he coffin he normally slept in.

He kissed your forehead. "Goodnight, (Y/N). Sweet dreams."