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LISTEN, I HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY. FOR ALL OF THE UNDERTAKER SIMPS OUT THERE. NOBODY MAY SEE THIS BUT STILL. I HAVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS FOR THE PAST HOUR.

warnings - none that I know of

THERE MAY BE SPELLING ERRORS, SORRY!!!!

(omg look at him just sitting there.)

You are getting ready for someone’s funeral. You told the Undertaker that you would go along with him, trying to make an attempt to get out of the somewhat messy place in which he lived. He accepted, which was a pleasant surprise.

But there was only one problem. You were having trouble getting your corset tightened. It was new, so it was still a little bit stiff. 

So there was only one person you could ask for help at the moment. The Undertaker. 

You called his name, basically asking him to come into your room, which was decorated with skulls, candles, a few caskets laying around, and a bed with black sheets.

“I sorta need a little help with my corset, I am having trouble tightening it.”

He laughed a little bit and walked over to you, his boots making little clicking noises on the ground while the buckles that were looser than the others hit his boots.

You turned around and he grabbed the strings, he tried to tighten it. 

It seemed that he was having a little bit of trouble, too. He let go of the strings and grabbed your waist with both hands, he then gently pushed you closer to the wall. His feet following yours, which were only a few inches in front of his.

He put his right foot on the wall, leaving the buckles to slightly hang from his boots.

“This may hurt a little bit, darling.”

You nodded, trying to grab the wall for support, knowing you’ll need it.

His hands were slightly showing from under his long sleeves. He wrapped the strings around his hands once again and pulled the strings of the corset as tight as he could, making your waist seem much smaller than it was before.

He then tied the strings and put his arm around your waist, while resting his chin on your shoulder. He was slightly smiling while his bangs were still covering his eyes.

“Does this feel alright, dear?”

Whose eye is it?

come now, make a guess..

I strongly feel that it's the latter.

Who agrees?

Just your friendly local undertaker. But was he burying the bodies or digging them up? You'll never know...

Sebastian, Ciel, Undertsker, Claude, William how would they react if there s/o calls them "beautiful"

Reaction to s/o Calling Them Beautiful

── Pairnings: Sebastian x Reader, Ciel x Reader, Undertaker x Reader, Claude x Reader, William x Reader

── Warnings: none

── A/N: I've been wanting to do this for a long time, sorry it took so long. Hope you enjoy it! Also I've been trying to adopt this new writing style since it helps me save time, hope it's fine with you all hehe.

── Sebastian is shocked. He knows that this facade of his is extremely good-looking, he's received countless compliments about it. But no one in ages had called him beautiful. Not when he was in his true form, at least. But his lips still turn into a small smile, and a little kiss is placed at the corner of your lips.

"Nowhere as beautiful as you, dearest."

── Ciel is immediately blushing and stuttering, so shy that he probably has to let out a cough or two to cover it up. Of course, receiving compliments was not something that he faced often, and especially when it was coming from you, there was no way he could dodge it and play cool.

And so, a lightly audible and awkward "Thank you," escapes his lips.

── Undertaker is in awe of you. Given his eccentric and strange personality, how pure or deluded does one need to be to call him beautiful? He's initially convinced that this is a joke, but the determined look you had in your eyes clearly said otherwise. He will wrap you up in the warmest hug and kiss the crown of your head.

"I believe that is a compliment more suited to you."

── Claude, like Sebastian, is initially shocked by your sudden revelation. He's surely handsome, but 'beautiful' isn't a praise he had received before. All his years of falsely accumulated pride vanish in an instant and love blooms in his heart. Perhaps he was beautiful in your eyes, but in his, nobody could compare to the beauty you held in your heart.

── William was used to the constant flirting and attention he received from his infuriating co-worker Grell, and he was able to ignore it with ease despite his discomfort. However, when such a thing was coming from you, how could he possibly hide the reddish hue that spread on his cheeks?

He helplessly stutters out a 'Thank you' and takes his leave. Damn, the things you do to him.

Sebastian, Undertaker and Ciel reacting to their s/o crying

Sebastian

Your eyes are stinging from tears that refuse to stop. Your hands clench the collar of Sebastian's coat, crumpling the neatly ironed tailcoat slightly. Sebastian sits their in silence, unsure of how to comfort you.

He could fake human emotions, but never really understood them. Maybe it was because he so deeply believed in the notion that demons do not feel, that he forgot that every creature that walked earth was cursed with emotions, no matter how less.

His hand never left your back, continuing to rub circles on it to calm you down. He did not once mind your tears dampening his clothes, his focus remained on you and only you.

Anger fueled within his chest, bloodshed was guaranteed for the one who had dared to hurt his dear lover. Sebastian would not spare their pitiful lives.

Undertaker

Your sobs were muffled as you buried your head further into chest, refusing to let him see your crying face. Undertaker's eyes never left your shaking body, his hands cradling your head.

Whispering sweet words into your ears, he patted your trembling back to comfort you. He would do anything to see his darling smile and laugh again.

"Ssh, it's alright", he whispers into your ears once again, kissing your head tenderly.

The one who hurt his dear would sure look good laid in a coffin now, wouldn't they?

Ciel Phantomhive

Ciel resented seeing you like this, sobbing, shaking, and lips trembling as you tried to control your tears. He awkwardly wrapped his arms around you, doing his best to comfort you.

He didn't really know what to do in these situations, but this poor boy would do his best to pacify you. "Please don't cry, (y/n)", he said, no longer able to bear seeing you in pain. He did not show it, but it broke him to see you like this.

Perhaps, he could send Sebastian to take care of the person who had caused such pain to his beloved?