Soulmate Sebastian x reader

Undertaker's Sequel

This is Undertaker's sequel in order to obtain his lonely heart. I feel sorry that Undertaker goes through centuries with a one-sided love... and so thus this Sequel was born!! :))

Y/n married Sebastian but in this story, the girl is also called Y/n (They are different people as Y/n in this story is human). I am writing this in order to avoid confusion.

Enjoy!! 

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Undertaker sighed as he examined one of his coffins. It would be a lie if he said that he wasn't lonely. He still thought of her... the way she smiled... her laughter...  but he had no place there apart from being a member of her family... It's been 12 years since she's been married to the demon. 

He didn't really approve but what could he have done...

It didn't matter... She was almost like a... memory now... fading... 

Well, his feelings... it didn't hurt as much anymore and he was grateful for that.

She was happy and that was all that mattered. 

Undertaker was too busy in thought that he didn't hear the bell chime as someone hesitantly opened the door and stepped inside.

"Umm... is anyone here?" A shy timid voice echoed through Undertaker's ears. He turned around to face a cute and shy looking woman... She has a petite frame and was quite short, standing at around 155 cm (Undertaker is around 185 to 190 cm). She was wearing a white and blue elegant gown with a headband decorated with flowers. She had h/c hair that reached up to (wherever your hair reaches up to) and her e/c eyes glistened as she stared at him. 

"Who are you?" Undertaker asked causing a red hue to appear on the girl's milky skin. 

"Um...Ano... My name is... Y/n L/n... I'm here for a coffin...," The girl stammered quietly.

"I'm sorry dear but you're going to have to speak up," Undertaker slightly laughed. It isn't every day you meet a girl as pure and shy.

"Umm... My name is Y/n L/n... I'm here for a coffin...," Y/n said more loudly and clearly.

"Perfect," Undertaker said softly before he walked up towards her. She looked quite intimidated as he towered over her. "Who is the coffin for?" 

"M...M-my grandfather...," Y/n spoke before she edged closer to the door. 

"I see," Undertaker smiled. He couldn't help it... something about her... made him happy and warm... he wanted to keep seeing her, the way she blushed, the way she softly bit her finger as if she was nervous... her pretty and cute face... 

...

Wait what is he thinking about. As if in a trance he quickly slapped his cheek to regain his conscious, the sudden movement startled the woman... and maybe he slapped a bit too hard...

"Ow...," He quietly muttered. 

"A-Are you okay?" Y/n asked hesitantly as she reached her hand out and stroked his cheek. It wasn't easy, she had to go on her tippy toes. Her hand brushed against his bangs... 

All of a sudden he felt insecure... what if she sees my scar... what if she gets disgusted and scared by it... He moved his hands to cover his face just as she brushed his bangs away.

"What's wrong?" Y/n asked as she panicked. "Are you crying? Does it hurt that much?"

"No... just that... it's best if you don't see my face...," Undertaker smiled softly as he started to turn around. A hand gently grasped his arm as Y/n pulled him back to face her once again.