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In the office he ordered you to sit as he sat behind his desk, looking you directly in the eyes with seriousness. "That red jacket you have given Grell, you must care about it a lot." he looked you up and down, examining you again "How could a low status immigrant with no pay or place to stay afford such an expensive fabric?"
You didn't expect such a question "Oh, well.." your three brain cells were rotating to get a believable answer "The jacket was given to me by someone very close to me, who happened to be of high status, they are also how I could afford to come here." you politely smiled to make it as unsuspicious as possible.
"Previously you said you had sewn the jacket yourself." The accusing and straightforward tone of his voice made you freeze. Your eye twitched as you mentally cursed your idiocy.
"Oh,.. Did I?" you tried to smile once more, but it was noticeably nervous and forced.
"Yes, you did." How could a teenager be this intimidating? You weren't ready for such an interrogation.
"I must have worded myself wrongly then, my lord. I meant that my occupation was being a tailor, but I just slightly altered the jacket to my liking after it was given to me."
He shot you a sharp look, but then let out a sigh and decided to drop the topic for now "Firstly I wanted to ask you a few questions about your sudden appearance here in London, more specifically, in Undertaker's parlor."
Nervously you began to try and say all the things you said to his butler, this time maybe less suspicious "As I already informed your butler, I came from the Austro-Hungarian Empire, Undertaker took me in as he saw I was lost and did not have a place to stay." You told him, almost surprising yourself with your calm voice.
"If you could, please tell me how is it that there aren't any records of you ever existing in any districts of Austro-Hungary as you claimed?" you stiffened a little at his words, how could he know that?
"You're joking! There is no way you could have gone through millions of people in a night! That's impossible!" you slightly yelled out, you haven't specified which region you came from, and there were a little bit less than 60 million people in Austro-Hungary, he couldn't have just went through the records of every single person there just to prove I wasn't one of them, if there even were such records to begin with!
"I have my ways of getting information. Now if you could, I would want to know the truth about everything. Who and WHAT you are, where you came from and what you're doing here in England." he said with a very threatening undertone as he looked you in the eyes.
'What I am? What does he mean by that?' you thought as you tried to come up with an excuse quickly "As I said before, my name is Y/n L/n and I have traveled here in hopes of better work conditions, as my family is very poor, we lived away from the city and far from other people, my mother has given birth to me in our home, which is the reason I am not in any papers."
"I doubt that." he said with such high intensity and power that you could never imagine a thirteen year old boy could hold, his stare sent you shivers as you realized just the weight of his words.
Now with you wide eyed and panicking the Earl had to choose the best way to deal with you. He could just order Sebastian to kill you, it would get rid off any trouble that you may cause, but he couldn't imagine you as a threat, no matter how strange you appeared. It could also result in unwanted tension that he couldn't afford with Undertaker. And he couldn't deny that there was something curious about you, something not right, he needed to know what it was.
He looked to you once more, a forced smile and panicking eyes looking back. You were hiding something, that much was clear.
"Alright, you may go, Grell will lead you out." he said after moments of tense silence. The butler standing next to the door raised his brows in surprise to his lord's words, before relaxing them, ending with a subtle smirk and sharp calculating eyes.
You opened your mouth in shock, was this it? He just let you go like this after all that? But as you sat there, mouth agape in shock and confusion, he just stared at you calmly. "I-" you started
He cut you off "I am sure I have worded myself clearly, you may go now.", he looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to get up. You quickly rose from your seat, and with careful, but slightly quick, steps neared the door.
As you were about to reach for the handle, the butler stepped in front of you "I am sure we will be meeting again in the future." he said as he opened the door and stepped aside "I will be looking forward to speaking with you soon."
You, still confused as hell and honestly just wanting to go, said "Yeah, me too." absentmindedly, before running out.
The butler watched you run down the hallway, before closing the door and facing his young master with a visible smirk.
"What?" Ciel asked with annoyance upon noticing the demon's amused stare.
"Oh nothing." Sebastian chuckled "..That girl, quite an interesting specimen, isn't she?"
Ciel narrowed his eyes "What do you mean?"
"I am sure you have also noticed it, my Lord. It seems everyone seems to share the same sentiment."
The young Earl only looked at him with a confused but hardened stare "Are you implying that she is one of your kind as well? A demon?" He said in disbelief, that couldn't possibly be.
The butler merely chuckled "No... Not even closely. All I mean to say is, she emits the feeling of being quite.. displaced, wouldn't you say?"
Ciel nodded in acknowledgement.. He noticed it too, maybe it was the way you dress, talk and act. But there seemed to be something deeper than that, the mystery pulling him, and seemingly everyone else, closer to you. Wanting to find everything he could about you and what exactly you were.
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As you heard the door behind you close you broke into a near sprint.
This was nothing like what you expected from this visit. But then again, what did you expect? Some warm welcome, an invite to stay in his mansion? Or perhaps an answer to all your questions? You didn't know where an 18th century child would get them, but there was a miniscule hope in your heart at all times.
As you looked on the ground as you ran, you suddenly collided with someone, causing you to fall onto them. You looked up and saw you fell on Grell 'NOT AGAIN' you thought in exasperation and humility.
"I- I'm so sorry!! I wasn't looking where I was going and-" realising you were still laying on top of him you shrieked and got up, leaning over and offering him a helping hand "I hope I didn't hurt you"
He seemed to only stare forward unmoving, you looked down thinking he was looking at your extended hand, before realising that your black shirt had a low neckline and as you were leaning forward a not so little amount of your chest was visible to the eye of the butler Infront of you.
You stood up straight quickly, at the same time grabbing the hand of Grell and pulling him to his feet in a swift motion. Before crossing your arms over your chest and looking to the side in embarrassment. 'How could you fuck up so many things, in so little time Y/n, HOW?'
"Umm, it's okay, lady Y/n, I uh too have,I mean should have, been paying more attention." He rambled off, also looking everywhere but at you.
Sensing the awkward air around, you chose to quickly change the topic. "Uh, Lord Phantomhive has said you would show me the way out and back to the parlor.. There's a lot of hallways and turns here and I think I'd get lost" you chuckled.
At that he immediately perked up and nodded his head "Of course! I was on my way to fetch you now."
You started walking, and to avoid any more tense silence you chose to go with small talk "You have very nice hair Grell! I would kill to have it so strong and healthy!"
His eyes went wide and for a moment you saw a glimpse of pride and a toothy grin. It looked like he wanted to say something, before he stopped himself and went back to his default nervousness "um, being with Madam Red has taught me to take care of my hair, of course."
"That's great! I was surprised that Undertaker even had shampoo in his place.. don't take this like I'm slandering him, but I don't think I've seen him take a shower the entire time I'm there?" Undertaker has always gone to bed after you and woke up earlier, or so much you guessed, so you thought he showered in the night. "His hair is gorgeous, but it seems like I'm the only one using the shampoo in the house, it never depletes between my showers!"
Grell seemed quite amused at your rambling to yourself, watching you hypothesize your own thoughts. "-I also need to find a job or at least something I'm good at to survive here long-term, but I found out it's much harder than I thought.."
At this Grell perked up "Madam Red is looking for an assistant! She said she needs someone competent enough to trust with tasks.. unlike me.."
You looked at him in surprise "Oh really? Working for Madam Red.. I don't know her for long, I would have to think about it, and most importantly ask her about it more." You said in thought
"Well, I can bring you to her now, if you would like." Grell proposed
Realising you're still not even outside the building, you shrugged "Sure I guess! Can't hurt to try"
You walked behind Grell as he led you through the hallways in front of big doors, "Madam, lady Y/n has come to ask you some things." He announced after knocking.
You heard some shuffle, before the doors burst open, Madam Reds beaming face in the doorway "Oh dear, come on in!" She said as she took your hands and brought you inside."So? What is it you want?"
"Uh, Grell said you were looking for some help.. and I'm looking for a job.. so I thought I would ask you about it?" You said, nervous, having not prepared anything to say in this situation
She seemed surprised, but smiled nonetheless "Oh how marvelous! Grell is sometimes utterly hopeless in the daily tasks, and I can't do everything myself.." she sighed "Having someone competent to help with things would make me much more at ease."
You beamed, Madam Red seemed like such a nice person "I will do my best!"
Madam Red smiled back at your excited features "Do you have any experience?"
"I've never been an 'assistant' per say, but I attended school for most of my life, so I'm literate and knowledgeable in a few things. I also have siblings so I have a lot of experience cleaning up someone's mess." You laughed slightly
Madam Red looked in thought, if you could afford schooling, how come you were looking for jobs as a maid? No matter, next to Grell, anyone is a saving grace.
"Well that is perfect! Come by tomorrow and I'll tell you all you need to know." She grinned, putting a hand on your lower back and slowly guiding you to the door. "Grell, guide darling Y/n home safely will you? And be sure to come back as soon as you're done, we have a lot of work to do after all." Her last statement seemed to hold a darker meaning than the women let on, but ecstatic from your first real job opportunity, you didn't even take notice.
As you let Grell guide you through the mansion, all you had on your mind was preparing for tomorrow. Unbeknown to you, the eyes watching you leave had similar thoughts, but much more wicked.
Hey judt curious about your past's future story, I really liked it!
Hi! Long time no see, I know.
So... I'm alive! I would like to take this ask to answer my absence.
After getting accepted to uni, I have encountered a lot of problems. In the last year I also started getting help for my depression and anxiety, and I'm finally feeling like a person again at last.
I don't even know if there are still people in here, or if people just gave up on me after almost 2 years lol.
I have some WIP for the requests I got, some are still worked on since 2020, before I got hit with a block.
About past future, I almost have the next chapter finished. The problem is I had to change a lot of the previous chapters to fit into my mind now, but they are still not changed here on Tumblr. I have my past future story published on Quotev (https://quotev.com/story/12411020), but I will work on updating the previous chapters here too.
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I'm so sorry I lost the request! I also did some headcannons, I hope you don't mind!
Request: Alastor x Plus Size! Reader
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-Honestly doesn't care about appearance, like at all, he most likely doesn't even notice. I mean it's hell, those things don't matter.
-If you manage to get Alastors interest, it's most likely for your personality and intelect more than anything.
-Still, he adores every inch of you completely and will tell you that at all times, so expect a lot of pet names from the 20s. Mostly to make you flustered.
-He isn't very physically affectionate or one for PDA, but will always have his hand intertwined with yours or on your back when out. To show everyone that you're his.
-If anyone dares to insult you based on your appearance expect him to set all hell loose on that unfortunate demon.
-He'll keep his calm around you, especially if you aren't keen on violence, in those situations, but the demon will be gone from existence the second your back is turned.
-Will never admit it out loud, but loves your soft body. Especially your fingers when he holds your hand, he plays with it when he's thinking sometimes.
-If you're having a bad day, he'll try to help the best he can, keyword, try. (he will most likely throw in an egotistical remark with something along the lines of "Darling, if you weren't special to me, I wouldn't be here.") seeing him try so hard for you does make you feel better in the end.
TW: may contain violence, mature content and language.
Word Count: 3.4k
Chapter 6
1,2,3,4,5
A/n: So I was gone for a while.. Well, I guess more than a while, but, I just wanna say I'm sorry, I have been mostly reading than writing, I also got in other fandoms.. But that doesn't mean I'll discontinue the story! I'm just kinda trying to figure out where I want this to go and all.. So once again, I apologize for my inactivity.
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The group sat in the carriage as the Madam's butler sat at the front, controlling the horses.
"And Sebastian." The butler that was about to jump out to fulfill his orders stopped and looked at his master, awaiting his next words.
"Yes, my Lord?" Sebastian said with his usual polite voice.
"Find whatever you can about that girl at Undertaker's. She seemed.. suspicious." The young lord said without looking at his butler, instead watching the town pass from the window.
Sebastian smirked, unable to contain his amusement and satisfaction from his master's words, "Consider it done, my Lord." despite the gasps of protest and surprise from Madam Red and Lau, he jumped out of the carriage and disappeared.
"He knows that we're moving, right??" Madam Red called out, looking out the window only to see that the butler was nowhere to be seen.
"Sebastian will take care of it, for now we can head back and have a cup of tea as we wait." Ciel said, not at all concerned for his butler, as he didn't have a need to.
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At the other side of town the girl in question was sitting in the shop and reading through her newspapers as Undertaker was in his workroom.
'If I want to survive here I have to find a job, right now I have no idea how to get back home and I can't just expect Undertaker to take care of me forever, he has already done so much.' you thought as you looked through the newspaper at the job page, 'Why don't these papers have job offers for women? All I see are the requirements for the worker to be male.' you sigh and rub your temples, maybe you could teach yourself tailoring and start selling clothes, just as you said in your lie to the boy, but you doubt you could make anything better than an ugly bag for potatoes.
"It's horrible! What is a woman in this time period supposed to do when all the work is 'meant' for men?!" You loudly exclaimed in frustration as you tossed the newspapers on the table.
"Well, a lady shan't get her hands dirty, that's the basic etiquette," the silk voice of the butler came from the doorway, it made you jump a little as you didn't notice him come in, "unfortunately, most women in the lower class are forced to succumb to uncouthy works and conditions." he explained as he stepped closer to you.
"So what you're saying is that women in the upper class are house wifes with no rights, simply existing to bear children and sit home with a needle, while women in the lower class are forced to work in horrible conditions at horrible jobs, or by prostitution, while also having no rights?" you asked dumbfounded, you knew it was how it worked, it's the 19th century and you weren't completely stupid, but being in the situation yourself made it much more horrifying and unfair.
"Yes." He said with confusion as if he had to explain something unbelievably simple. "I must ask, you seem very surprised at the way things work around here and you're wearing clothing that I have never seen before in England, so forgive me if I am wrong, but you are not from here, correct?" he asked looking over your appearance once again.
"..Yes, I'm from Europe." You said with a smile until you saw his confused expression. "Oh uh, I meant the..uh Austro-Hungarian Empire...?" you said uncertainly, which probably sounded more like a question as you nervously chuckled to hide your stupidity. You smiled at him as he gave you a disbelieving look, but you just mentally thanked your history lessons, 'And here I thought that I would never use this information, it may literally save my ass'.
"And in Austria-Hungary, women have better work conditions?" He asked, thankfully playing into your game.
"Well, no, but I thought that England was more developed!" You said a little too quickly, "Although now that I remember, women got equal voting rights much quicker in the then Czechoslovakia than in the UK..." you muttered under your breath unintentionally.
"I'm sorry? I didn't seem to catch that." he asked, clearly more confused than ever, before checking his watch and letting out a sigh. "If you'll excuse me, I'm afraid I have to leave now, although you can expect my visit soon again, my lady." He then gave a slight bow and left as quickly as he came.
'That was.. weird. I should be more careful about what I say, I can't just talk about the future and say things about equal rights dammit. I can't just let them know I'm not from his time line, someone will most likely send me to a mental institution.' You sigh as you shake these thoughts out of your head, instead deciding to check on Undertaker.
You put the freshly made tea and biscuits that you baked based on Undertaker's receipt on a tray, carefully carrying it to the door to his workroom. You knocked on the door and then let your self in, watching Undertaker intently focused on making a new coffin, which was almost complete.
You put the tea down "You should take a small break, you've been locked in here since morning." you said as you poured him a cuppa.
"Ah, but I don't mind! I love doing me' customized coffins, and now that you are helping in my shop, I have even more time to do so!" he said with a chuckle.
"The Phantomhive butler stopped by." you said.
Unnoticeably, Undertaker's eyes darkened as his posture stiffened just a bit as you said that, but you took no notice of this as he replied "Oh really? What did he want?" his voice was almost unnoticeably lower, as he tried to maintain his usual tone, despite the unexplainable disgust he felt at the thought of you alone with that demon.
"I- I don't know actually," you awkwardly laughed as you realised you never asked him, "he just came in, asked a few questions about me and left." you said and sipped your tea, unaware of the emotions swirling inside Undertaker's as he held his cup in his hands.
'What is the young Earl planning.. and what role does Y/n play in his game? Or is it the demon's doing? Why wou-' the former reaper's line of thinking was stopped as you snapped your fingers in front of his eyes.
"Hello? Earth to Undertaker, Earth to Undertaker!" You said with a small laugh as you watched him look at you, his grin appearing on his face again. "What got you so worried? Is the tea not good? I tried to do it like you but I don't think I got the grip of it yet." You chuckled a little out of nervousness as you held the cuppa in your hand.
"No, no, it's very good," he said, "but it can never be as good as mine." he laughed, making you forget about his behavior just a second ago.
"Hey! I'm trying, alright?" You laughed in return as you lightly punched his shoulder. "You know, that butler and the boy, something about them just.. Ain't right, I just can't explain it." you said in a slightly more serious voice, "I guess I'm just not used to thirteen year old Earls asking about dead bodies with their extremely tall butlers." you chuckled, thinking again about the overly serious rich boy and remembering the moment that butler sniffed your hand, although you chose not to say anything as to not worry Undertaker.
"Yes, that must be it." Undertaker said, trying to ease your worries, despite knowing that there was a much darker side to the young master and his strange butler, one that he hoped you wouldn't ever entwine in.
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At the phantomhive mansion in London, the group discussed their next steps in solving the Jack the Ripper case, while their butlers stood patiently on their sides.
"The girl at Undertaker's, did you find anything about her, Sebastian?" the Earl asked suddenly, interrupting the conversation to ask about the thing that was constantly occupying his thoughts.
"Ah yes! The cute girl at that horrifying place! I wonder where she came from, she had such a nice polite smile. You should try to learn that from her, Ciel!" Madam Red said, looking at her nephew, who simply scoffed as a response to her remark.
The butler formed a small smirk, before returning to his usual smile, "Unfortunately, I have found no records of anyone named Y/n L/n, living nor coming to England in the last ten years. When questioned, she told me she recently immigrated here from the Austro-Hungarian Empire and that she was looking for work here in England, which would partly explain her very questionable behavior and vocabulary. I also noted that there were other indications that they did not belong." he looked at his master at the last word, addressing him with a look only Ciel could recognize as a sign that there is something that implied the girl was not what she seemed. At this Ciel's eyes momentarily widened, his mind wandering to all the possibilities of what exactly Sebastian meant by that. A threat? Another demon? Or perhaps something else?
"I want you to bring her to me tomorrow morning, I am going to question her myself to see if there is any need for suspicion." The boy said and then continued the previous conversation about the case, despite having the girl in his thoughts, wondering if someone like her could be in any way a danger to the queen or the kingdom.
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In the morning the next day, you were cleaning in the shop with Undertaker doing some paperwork at his desk when the door opened, revealing once again the tall butler. Although he said he would see you soon, you certainly didn't expect that to be the next morning.
"The shop is closed, butler." Undertaker said without looking up, continuing on working.
"I am very sorry for the intrusion, but I have come to retrieve Lady Y/n as my master has requested her presence." at this Undertaker quickly looked up just as you stood there in slight shock.
"Me? Why would the Earl want to see me?" you asked with confusion.
"Why would he indeed, if he had any questions he should has asked them before." Undertaker said as he stood up to move to your side, carefully watching Sebastian.
"It is master's request to talk to miss Y/n privately, now, I'm afraid we have to go." the butler said as he took a step towards you and offered you his hand.
"Well, I suppose it would be rude to decline an Earl.." you said as you were about to take his hand to leave.
"I don't think that's necessary," Undertaker said as he put you farther away from the butler, "there is too much work to do."
You looked around the spotless, cleaned shop "Undertaker it's the Earl, I can't refuse him. And even if I could, all the work is done for today I don't have anything to do anyways." you stepped forward to leave once again, but a hand caught your wrist, turning around you saw a glimpse of Undertaker's eyes, the beautiful green eyes, that didn't hold any childlike spark as usual, now they were just sharp and dull, you couldn't tell if he was pleading or demanding you to stay, but you didn't like any of it, "I'm sorry but I just.. I haven't left the building in almost a month. You don't even let me open a window alone, much less step out of the door, I just want to go out and interact with people." you sharply cut back, lately he was acting off, and you just wanted to leave for a while to cool off, why can't he understand that?
"I'm going." You said for the last time, as you slid past the butler who watched the whole scene unfold with amusement. The demon smirked at the former reaper before leaving after you, closing the door behind him.
The carriage was waiting outside and the butler opened the door for you, allowing you to step in before closing it and sitting at the front. It was your first time in a carriage and it was just as you expected- bumpy and slow, but exciting nonetheless. Although sitting there alone on the ride to the boy's city mansion gave you time to think about what you said to Undertaker, and you regretted the harsh tone you used, he let you stay in his home, helping you all the time and wanting nothing in return, and you didn't even let him explain. In the end you were buried in your thoughts the whole ride.
Sebastian stopped the horses and opened the doors, you hesitantly took the hand he offered you as you stepped down, but you noted that the he didn't let go even as you started walking, so you awkwardly pulled your hand back. You let out a breath and walked beside the tall butler into the beautiful big city mansion. Sebastian opened the big doors with ease and let you in, leading the way.
"Miss Y/n has arrived, my Lord." Sebastian said through the door he knocked at, and the bickering of voices stopped before the boy ordered to come in.
The butler opened the door to reveal the group of people that came to question Undertaker yesterday, only this time the attention was directed to you only.
"Oh, um hello!" you said awkwardly as you cringed under the burning stares of them all.
The Earl looked you up and down before looking back at Lau and his aunt, "Sebastian, take her to my office until I finish this up, this case is taking longer than expected." intending to continue the previous discussion, but being interrupted before even getting another word in.
"Nonsense! We are almost done anyway, you can't let this cute girl go and wait by her self while we talk about the same thing over and over again!" the Madam said as she stood up and grabbed your hands excitedly, "Since we never properly met, I'm Madam Red, Ciel's aunt. This is Lau and here is my butler, Grell. Now come and sit with us, dear! " she pointed at the people she addressed, Lau only politely smiling as she dragged you to the sofa.
The Asian man stood up beside you and grabbed your arm, bringing you closer to him, which made you freeze as Madam Red's grip on you unwillingly fell. The man let out a satisfied hum as he spinned you around, examining your body as you couldn't manage to do anything else other than stutter and internally panic, but when his hands started to move to your chest area, and you could only imagine what he wanted to grab, did you snap back to reality as you shrieked and stumbled backwards.
"I must say your body is simply perfect, my dear! I think you would fit in with my girls perfectly!" he said with a wide smile as you looked at him with wide eyes shakenly, not able to process what exactly just happened.
"What are you thinking! To even consider such a sweet girl in that rat den of yours! You also can't just touch people like that out of nowhere, have you gone mad?!" Madam yelled at Lau as he smiled in response.
"She wouldn't have to work with any of those men, she could be one of my personal ones." His seemingly innocent tone and smile made you feel even more sick as you didn't even want to imagine what that meant.
Madam only turned back to you with a smile as she tried to ignore the man and change the topic "I must say I absolutely love your style! I have never seen such a beautiful vibrant jacket with those patterns!" she said as she touched the fabric of your red flannel jacket, before mentioning over to her butler, "Grell look! What do you think?"
The butler in question was carrying a cup of tea, and at the Madam's question he (A/n- he because she's still in disguise) looked up, inspecting the red fabric, "Ahh you're right, Madam, it's truly magnificent!" seeing as he was struggling to keep the cup steady, you decided you should help him, he looked like really needed it and you also just wanted an excuse to get away from those two.
"Allow me, you look like you could use some help." You said softly, slowly reaching to take the tea.
"N-no! You're a guest, I can't let you do that!" he stepped back suddenly, tripping in the process, but before he could fall backwards you quickly grabbed him and pulled him forward by his shirt, that resulted in him falling on top of you and spilling the tea all over you in the process.
Madam Red gasped and the Earl only groaned in response to his never ending clumsiness. At the same time you were mumbling a series of small yelps as you tried to ignore the feeling of the hot liquid on your stomach.
"I'm so so sorry!" Grell yelled out as he began to panic and look for something to wipe your wet shirt with.
"No no no, it's okay! It's my fault for putting you in a position that caused you to fall in the first place!" You said as you stood up and picked the pieces of the broken china. "Lord Phantomhive, I apologize for causing so much trouble, it was not my intention and I am incredibly sorry." you sincerely apologized and hang your head, not able to contain the stares of the room that watched the whole scene.
The boy watched you with curiosity, you seemed like an ordinary lower class girl, nothing special at first glance, but something about you just made him unexplainably confused, wanting to know exactly what it is that makes you so weirdly mysterious in an indescribable way, which was a sentiment that the whole room shared.
The Earl let out a sigh "It's alright.", he stood up, walking towards the doors "Let's go into my office, it doesn't seem as though this discussion is going anywhere, anyway." Sebastian opened the door and you followed, saying a goodbye, and one more quick apology to Grell, while doing an amateur bow to the remaining people in the room.
"Miss Y/n, wait!" Grell's voice rang behind you in the hallway, making you turn around to face him just in time as he nearly crashed into you, "Um.. Madam Red suggested I wash your stained clothing as an apology for the previous situation." seeing as you were about to protest he continued "Please! It's the least I can do to excuse my behavior!"
You let out a sigh, unable to say no to his unbelievably pleading expression. You took of your favorite red jacket, the black shirt underneath being unexpectedly clean, and handed it to him. "Don't stress yourself over such silly things, Grell, everyone makes mistakes, it's what makes us human, and plus they aren't always bad! I mean this one made me quite literally fall for you!" you said with a wink and a loud laugh as you watched the butler's cheeks flush and his eyes widen.
"Stop the drama and let's go, I do not have all day." Ciel groaned, tired of the never ending scene before him as you waved back at Grell as you left. Meanwhile the butler stood there, a blush on his face as he looked down and traced the smooth fabric of the beautiful red piece of clothing, 'Red, such a magnificent, vibrant color, always standing out in the crowd, absolutely fitting for someone as interesting as her..'
//Hi!! Is it alright if I make a request? I was wondering if you could do Bakugo(MHA) x chubby shy/nerdy reader? Where she has no power but Bakugo can't help but to be around her, protect her, etc and she thinks it's just because he feels sorry for her until one day where she's being bullied and he goes off on a rant that reveals his "secret" feelings? Maybe some fluff, cutsieness? :)
Bully A Nerd
Bakugo Katsuki x chubby! reader
TW: bullying, curse words(?)
Word count: 1.2k
A/n: This is not the best, but the ask reminded me of my favorite BNHA fic ever ’Plums and Peaches’ by miggiisawesome, like go read it, it’s so good!
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Yours and Bakugou’s relationship was.. interesting, to say the least.
Your parents knew each other so you knew each other practically since birth. When Bakugo came to kindergarten with his quirk and you were told that you would never have one, it was.. heartbreaking, to say the least. But Bakugo was there by your side as you cried, telling you you won’t need a quirk, as he would protect you, of course, he comforted you in his usual, Bakugo fashion.
“Stop crying baka! It’s not like you would have a great quirk anyway! But now that you’re completely defenseless, I guess that as the next number one hero I’ll have to protect you.” the 5 year old Bakugo said with crossed arms and a scowl on his face to hide his blush, “But don’t think I’ll enjoy it! It’s just that you’re so pathetic you’ll probably trip and won’t get up!”
But despite his unusual way of comforting, you stopped crying and hugged him.
Years went by and you went to the same middle school. If being quirkless wasn’t enough of a reason to be bullied for, you were also a chubby and nerdy person, which some people just saw as an even bigger opportunity to make your life a nightmare in school. You often remembered the day in kindergarten, but as time went by you found out Bakugou must have just pitied you that day, not wanting to hear your dumbass crying any longer. Sometimes during middle school, Bakugou was the thing adding the fire to shatter all your hopes with his rude comments towards you. What you didn’t know was that Bakugo would make the life of everyone who bullied you a hell in return.
After middle school, you left for medical school while Katsuki went to UA as he always dreamed of, and you thought that that was the end of your weird relationship. But as it turned out, you were once again proven wrong as every day after school, Bakugo would be waiting for you at your school gate, saying he was walking past, despite his school being at the other side of the town. You didn’t question it, mainly because of the fact that when you did he threatened to blow your face off.
After another hell of a day, you wanted nothing more than some peace and quiet, just to forget about all the comments everyone said. But as it turned out, luck was not on your side as you saw your bullies stand in front of school, with their usual, shit eating grins and sinister eyes to welcome you. You hanged your head low, just hoping you could pass by them this one time.
‘Not today please, just not today.’ you desperately pleaded in your mind, you mentally cried out when you felt your self tripping over the foot your classmate put out, but luckily regaining your balance before you could fall down.
“Watch that fatty, it looked like she could cause an earthquake if she fell.” They laughed, as if it wasn’t the only thing they could do.
You just shook your head and kept walking, just ignore them and they’ll leave you alone, hopefully.
“Where do you think you’re going idiot? You owe us an apology for almost killing us with your fatass!” One of the boys said as he grabbed your wrist and spinned you around.
As fast as his grip on you came it was gone, and you saw your bully fall to the floor, eyes wide.
“The fuck you think you’re doing, you ugly ass idiot?” the much too familiar furious voice of Bakugou came from behind you. “Huh? No words? Not suprised, what else to expect from brainless extras like you.” Bakugou said with a grunt as he glared them down.
“You- you’re the kid who won the U.A.’s Sport festival! What are you doing here?” One of them stuttered the opinion of them all as they stared at him.
“Well currently I’m ruining your little fun, and let me tell you, you stupid ass motherfuckers, if I catch any of you doing this type of shit again I promise you I’ll blow your fucking face off and then make you think about every single fucking thing you did, you piece of trash, I can guarantee you by the I’m done you’ll be nothing more than a fucking stain on the wall,” you held Bakugou’s arms back, not wanting any of his on-going threats to become reality right now, as you dragged him of the school premises, watching your bullies face wall white faces stuck in the same position, you were sure they heard his screaming even as you were a street over.
When you were sure Bakugo calmed down a bit you slowly let go of him, and watched as he put his hands in his pockets and didn’t stop muttering grunts and threats.
“When were you going to tell me?” He asked, but it felt more like a demand, as his piercing eyes locked onto your’s.
You looked away, “Tell you what?”
you said quietly, trying to play it off, but you knew he wouldn’t buy it.
“Stop playing stupid and answer me idiot! When were you going to tell me you were getting bullied by a bunch of low life’s?” he asked annoyed as he watched you look away.
“I- I wasn’t going to.” You quietly said “Why would I tell you anyway? I don’t even know why you stood up for me! All you did in school was make fun of me, and then suddenly you start coming to see me everyday and act like some sort of body guard?” You slightly raised your voice as Bakugou looked away with a grunt. “No words? Cool I’ll just go, so you can come up with some stupid exc-”
“You really are stupid, aren’t you?” Bakugou’s low, quiet voice stopped you as you were walking away, “All this motherfucking time all I did was run around you in school and try to catch your attention like an idiot!” he yelled as he threw his hands out off his pockets.
“What.. what do you mean by that?” You asked, your eyes wide with disbelief as you tried to process his words.
“I mean I like you, dumbass!” he said with a red face as he looked away, which was good for you as your face matched the color of a tomato.
Hearing your lack of response he huffed and put his hands back in his pockets and turned around, “You know what? Just forget I said anything, I knew you-”
This time it was your turn to cut him off as you grabbed his hand, “I like you too.” you said and pecked his lips, watching his face flush even more red again as his eyes widened and he turned away.
You laughed as he said “Whatever..” in a very tsundere Bakugo way, and grabbed your hand in his, starting to walk as you smiled and followed.
You could safely say that the bullies were not going to be a problem anymore.
You can never leave me. Not now, nor ever. (Klaus Mikaelson x Reader)
A/n: just a quick one shot, it's quite rushed, but I hope it's not that bad, enjoy!
Warnings:
Possessive, obsessive behavior
I was nervous. I knew this had to be done, but I couldn't help but worry.
I waited, anxiously pacing around the living room as I tried to calm myself. After all, there was nothing to fear, right? Klaus would understand.. right? I checked my phone for the umpteenth time that hour, Klaus should be any minute now and I didn't know if I was ready.
Over all my thoughts and mumbling I didn't hear the front door open, nor did I hear the footsteps that neared the living room.
,,Hi love. How was your day?" I quickly turned around as the familiar and smooth voice of my lover came from the doorway.
,,K-Klaus! I didn't hear you come in, you nearly gave me a heart attack!'' I half heartedly yelled at my boyfriend, as he slowly made his way to me.
,,You look tense, did something happen while I was gone? '' He asked, grabbing my waist and pulling me closer to his chest. ,,Whose neck do I need to snap?'' He grinned, trying to ease my mind with irony but frowning once he saw my serious expression.
,,Klaus, we need to talk,...'' I was surprised with my calm tone, since I thought it would be shaky and weak just as my mind right now. ,,I've been thinking about this for a while now and I decided I should stay out of town for the moment." I looked up at him, the warm smile that he always wore around me long gone, replaced with a cold glare. He stayed silent, so I gulped and continued;
,,I-I'm going to stay with my family, and I thi-"
,,Why." He asked, although it sounded more like a demand. Looking at me with an expression full of fury, but eyes full of sadness and confusion.
,,I.. I just feel like a burden here Klaus. I know the witches are against you and you have enemies in every corner and I-.." I looked at the floor, suddenly finding it very interesting. ,,I just feel like I should be doing more to help you, but I'm just a weak human. I get used against you, I'm not strong enough to protect myself and I sometimes act like a fucking bitch. I am your weakness. A weakness that you can't afford right now. '' I said with teary eyes.
"You say that like I can't protect you." He said with a slow and dangerous tone, "I'm more than capable of caring for my problems and you know that anyone who dares put a finger on you is dead the second they do."
"But Klaus yo-"
"I don't fear anyone!" Klaus screamed as he threw a glass on the wall, the loud noise making me wince. "Lesser man fear ME!" he continued, his voice only getting louder. "And you-" his voice suddenly dropped to a low dangerous tone with such anger and intensity that as he made his way towards me I couldn't help but take a step back in fear.
"You will not be going anywhere, not as long as your mine and under my protection, " Klaus said as he looked me in the eyes, his voice the deepest and angriest he's ever used against me. "and I'll make sure of that."
Lucifer/The Vampire Diaries Crossover - The inheritance
Requested by: @emiwrites3reads
I know this is not what you asked for, maybe I could do part 2 in the future where I include Chloe more. Still, I hope you enjoy this!
Word count: 1.2k
The town of Mystic Falls, full of mysteries and gruesome history, was not exactly what Lucifer expected of a holiday break.
"So tell me again why we are going to spend holiday break in some town in the middle of nowhere." Lucifer said with a sigh as he looked at the woman driving the car.
Chloe let out a groan "I'm telling you one last time Lucifer, I inherited a house in the town by some distant relative I didn't even know existed, plus you literally begged to come with me, so you don't have any right to complain." The clearly annoyed woman said as she tried to focus on the road.
"Well I didn't know we would be driving in the forest for HOURS." Lucifer once again pouted as he looked at the nature around them, he just wanted to get away from his brother and have some fun, but now he's stuck on the way to some forgotten town in the forest.
"We should be there in a while now so shut up, you complain literally every 5 minutes for the last 6 hours." the woman said as she looked at the GPS, trying to ignore the pouting man sitting next to her.
"Look we're here!" Chloe exclaimed as she saw the sign 'Welcome to Mystic Falls, Virginia'
It was an ordinary town, with people walking around and children playing, there was nothing really special, but Lucifer got a weird feeling about it, something felt... off.
The car stopped in front of an old style villa and the pair got out of the car.
"It's bigger than I thought, and the garden is beautiful!" Chloe breathed out in awe as she took the view of the house in. Taking her keys out she unlocked the door and came in as the man behind her grumpily followed. "He must have been filthy rich, just look at this!" Chloe walked around the house, the inside was modernly equipped, but still in the beautiful cozy old style aesthetic, with everything in pristine condition.
"Let's go into town for some food, after that we can look around more." she said as she looked at Lucifer and sighed as she grabbed her keys, "Maybe there's a stripper club or something where you can be while I go out and look around."
"Oh please, a club? Here in this hole? As if." The devil said with sarcasm, but followed behind the detective as she walked out.
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True to her word, Chloe left Lucifer at the first bar she found, if it could even be called that, the 'Mystic Grill' who came up with that? It's nothing compared to Lux in LA.
Lucifer sighed as he entered the grill, going up to the pult.
"The closest thing this place has to a whiskey, please." Lucifer ordered as he sat down, the man at the bar eyed him with a raised eyebrow before he sighed and went to do his drink.
"New to town?" a deep voice said next to him. Lucifer looked at him, it was a man with dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes.
"Is it that obvious?" he asked with sarcasm as the man chuckled
"Everyone in town knows that the best thing the Grill has is tap water." The man said as Lucifer chuckled.
"Damon Salvatore." the man introduced himself as he put out his hand.
"Lucifer Morningstar." Lucifer shook his hand as the man raised an eyebrow.
"What kind of name is that?" Damon asked with sarcasm as he sipped his drink.
"Well what kind of name is Damon Salvatore?" Lucifer said with a smirk.
"What can I say? My parents hated me." Damon replied with a chuckle as the two continued to talk.
"Now tell me Damon, what is your deepest desire?" Lucifer said with his characteristic grin as he looked Damon in the eye.
"Oh man, is this a trick question? I always sucked at those." Damon said with a smirk as he poured himself more alcohol.
Lucifer looked at him with furrowed eyebrows "That's weird, I thought the detective was the only one it didn't work on," he mumbled to himself as he watched Damon "did my father send you?" he asked as the man in front of him gave him a confused face, but before he could reply the door to the bar singed open.
"Oh no, it's the old man again." Damon said as Lucifer looked at who came through the door. It was a man with curly dirty light hair and green eyes, with a smirk on his face as he made his way over.
"Damon! What a pleasant surprise! I've heard that my sister dear has been looking for you, said she planned on ripping you apart for something you've done." the british voice of the man echoed around the bar, "and who might your friend here be? I don't think I've seen them around town before." he asked as he sat down, grabbing himself a bottle of alcohol.
"Lucifer Morningstar, I came into town today." Lucifer introduced himself again as the man grinned.
"Ah! A British accent, how lovely! I'm Klaus Mikaelson, one of the original families. Tell me Lucifer," Klaus looked Lucifer in the eyes intently "what is your business here in Mystic Falls?"
"I don't have any business here, I was tricked into going here actually, it's a long story." Lucifer said with a pout as he shook his head.
The man looked at him in suspicion and then averted his eyes to Damon, "How is he on vervain if he came to town today?" Damon looked at him and shrugged.
"Not my business."
"Is vervain a type of drugs you have here? If so, I want to try." Lucifer said with a grin.
Klaus looked at Lucifer, his hybrid face on display "You're not human, who are you?"
Lucifers eyes widened as well as his shit eating grin as he watched Klaus in amusement "Well this is interesting, I wonder if my dear dad knows of the existence of you." he said as Klaus grabbed him by the collar.
"I asked who. are. yo-"
"Lucifer!" the door to the bar opened again as Chloe appeared in the doorway, "I leave you here for an hour and you manage to get into a fight? How typical." the blonde woman shook her head as she looked at Lucifer with an annoyed expression.
"Detective! How lovely to see you!" he said as he looked at the woman with a grin, "I'm sorry gentlemen, I enjoyed our spent time, but it seems I have to go now." Lucifer said as he put out a twenty dollar bill from his wallet and put it onto the bar before following after the detective, leaving the hybrid completely flabbergasted in his seat as Damon laughed as he looked at Klaus's expression.
"I don't know who, or what, he is, but I like him already." Damon said as he laughed again at Klaus's fury.
TW:contains violence, mature content and language, yandere themes
Word count: 2.4k
Chapter 5: Visitors
You woke up, finally feeling properly rested and relaxed for the first time since you arrived here. You changed out of the 'nightgown' Undertaker lent you, which was actually just an oversized men shirt. You were suprised that he could find a shirt bigger than the size you have, since you thought that Victorian times people were very careful about their weight, and while Undertaker told you that that was true, he said his guests come in all shapes and sizes, and so his clothes do too. You brushed your hair and looked at yourself in the mirror before giving out a loud sigh and going out of the door. You made your way through the lounge room to the front of the shop, as you assumed that was when Undertaker would be in the morning. When you entered the room you saw that your guess was correct, as Undertaker was already sitting behind the counter, reading today's newspaper peacefully.
''Good morning.'' you greeted him as you sat on one of his custom made coffins beside him, giving him a warm smile.
He looked up at me and grinned. ''A good morning indeed, you woke up quite early, did you sleep well?'' He asked and you glanced at the clock, it's 8 am? That's not early at all.
''I slept wonderfully, I'm just suprised that I slept so late, at home I-'' you stopped as you remembered your home, all the memories rushing in. Like waking up to the smell of mom's delicious breakfast on the lazy weekends, and then the rush to catch the bus to school as you were getting ready, without saying goodbye to your family, oh how you regret that now.
''Dear?'' Undertaker snapped his fingers in front of your face, snapping you out of your trance. ''You were staring very intently at the wall, I thought you were gonna black out again!'' he laughed, but his laughter ceased once he saw your turned down self.
''Yes, I'm sorry, I must have zoned out.'' you said with a smile as you tried to stop thinking about home. ''When did you wake up?'' you asked, trying to change the subject, noticing how close he is, most likely looking at your glossy eyes through his bangs.
He sighed and stood up, walking back to his seat. ''I have to open the shop and take care of some work in the morning, so I wake up early.'' He told you while looking at the newspapers.
''Ah, I remember I wanted to ask you if you didn't find anything else on me, like maybe my phone-'' you stopped when you realized that he has no clue what a modern phone looks like ''um, it's like a small black rectangle, I always carried it with me, so I was just curious if it didn't end here too.'' you hopefully explained.
''I'm afraid I found no such thing with you, I'm sorry.'' He said as he looked at you with a small sincere smile.
''Ah no, it's alright! I doubt it would have any use here anyway!'' you said with a sad smile. There were so many pictures of your family and friends, you just hoped you would have it here with you so you had them, but guess luck was never on your side.
''Well now, '' Undertaker said, noticing the sudden change in your mood. ''would you like something to eat?''
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"Do you even use this place? " You asked as you looked around the kitchen, the place looked abandoned, there were only a few places that had traces of usage, which you figured because of the lack of dust.
"Well it seems we're out of food! I guess I'll have to go and get some then." he quickly said, without looking into any of the cabinets to make sure there was nothing in them.
"You mean like, go shopping, like, out?"
"Yes, that's what I just said, didn't I?" he looked at you with an amused expression, finding your speech and questions quite hilarious.
You thought it over, this was your chance to go out and properly see exactly what the situation in this time line is for you. But at the same time it felt too soon, despite trying to forget about the situation, you were still shaken up from the experience last time, and although you wouldn't admit it out loud, you were scared.
"Can I go with you?"
Beneath the bangs his eyes opened up in surprise for just a moment, before a grin settled on his face. He really thought you wouldn't want to go out after the 'incident' but here you were, staring at him with an unsure but determined face, ready to go.
Oh this was so much better than he expected.
You were already paying him so much and you didn't even realize.
Days have passed and you were slowly coming to the fact that there's a high possibility that you may be stuck here forever. But when stuck in this situation without hope, at least you have found Undertaker, or rather, he has found you, without him you would have surely died out on the streets sooner or later. He has taken care of you, wanting nothing more in return than you by his side, telling him stories of the future, of your childhood and any fun stories your had to tell. You told him of important events in your life, like your first pride (which Undertaker found as a very positive and great thing, telling you how he can't wait to see it, which he said quite often about many things and greatly confused you with), or the process of trying to get your self more confidence and self love, and the death of your grandma, who was always there for you. He told you of how things worked here and we compared our views on certain topics. Sometimes he got a guest he had to take care of, which led to him being locked in the workroom for hours at a time. He didn't want to let you go out alone, or at all actually, telling you it was dangerous and reminding you of the day in the alley, yet you managed to persuade him to take you shopping a few times, letting you soak in the view of the past that you were present in. Time with Undertaker flew by so fast, full of pleasant conversations and laughter, it made you forget about the hopelessness and sadness of the situation that you felt at the start.
"Let's go then." Undetaker laughed
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It was just another afternoon, you were next to Undertaker in the shop, talking about the time that you have accidentally cut the power in the whole school while eating a burrito.
You smiled as you saw Undertaker fell into another fit of laughter ''Well in my defense, it was the fault of the burrito! I've done nothing wrong, yet I got into trouble for it!''
Undertaker wiped away a happy tear before picking up today's newspapers. You looked over at the front headline.
''Jack the Ripper strikes again?'' Oh no, it's another one of his victims.
''Ah yes, it seems we will be getting visitors soon.'' He giggled as he looked at the clock.
''Visitors?'' you asked curiously.
''My frequent client, I provide him with information.'' He replied.
''Oh! Then I'll make tea.'' you said, jumping off the coffin you were sitting on and already leaving the room before Undertaker could say something.
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Undertaker smiled as he looked at the door you disappeared in.
"She's a fast little thing, isn't she?" he said to him self with a grin as he opened his coffin, "Now to take care of the Earl and his butler." he giggled as he got into the box and closed it.
Third P.O.V
The five people stopped in front of the funeral parlor.
''So where are we?'' One of the men's, Lau, said with clear confusion.
''You don't know? Then what was all that about?!" The red headed woman said with irritation as she looked at the man, who simply just smiled back at her in response.
''It's a funeral parlor run by an acquaintece of my Lord's.'' The tall butler in black said as he opened the door for everyone.
''The 'Undertaker'?'' Madam Red said as they entered.
The young Earl has stepped in first "If we are looking for answers, this is the place.'' He said, looking around the room.
"Ahahah, welcome, I thought I'd be seeing you before long." The giggly voice echoed around the room as the guests looked around for it's source.
The coffin lid started to slid open as Undertaker appeared "My Lord, it's so lovely to see you." he pushed the coffin open and jumped out with his characteristic grin "Do I finally have the pleasure of fitting you in one of me' coffins today?"
"Undertaker! You have to stop trying to stuff everyone into your boxes!" You exclaimed as you came into the room with a tray with tea and biscuits you baked earlier that day. But once you realized that the eyes of the whole room were burning onto you, you froze and blushed in embarrassment.
"Undertaker, who is she?" The young boy asked as he looked you over with a glint of curiosity and confusion in his usually indifferent expression.
"Ah, I apologize for the sudden invasion, I am Undertaker's assistant, Y/n L/n, but please pay me no mind and continue with your conversation." You said in the most polite voice you could muster as you placed the tray on the nearby coffin.
"I didn't know you had an assistant Undertaker, and just what is it that she's wearing? I've never seen anything Iike that, much less on a girl." The boy said with suspicion as he looked you in the eyes. You looked down at your clothes from home, the red flannel and black jeans.
"Oh uhm- that's because I.. " you stopped, what am I supposed to say?? I wasn't prepared for this! "I'm a tailor! I made these my self for I wanted something more comfortable to work in than a dress!" you said quickly, having a smile on your face as everyone watched with clear unbelief 'I fucked up, didn't I?'
The Earl's eyes lingered on you for another second before he sighed and looked back at Undertaker.
"We are not interested in any of your coffins. I wanted to-" the boy was stopped as Undertaker placed his fingers over his lips.
"No need to say, I'm already aware, very well aware." He stepped away, "One of my recent customers was a little unusual, shall we say, I helped through, I made her look beautiful again." he said with pride and happiness as you cringed. You remembered that corpse, you instantly recognized it as one of the victims of Jack the Ripper, but you have never imagined how gruesome it would truly be, you could never understand why anyone would do anything like that.
"I would like the details please." The boy said in an indifferent voice. 'he's still so young, he shouldn't have to hear any of that!' you thought with sadness as you watched them interact, slowly sipping on your tea.
"I see now, so the funeral parlor is only your cover business. How much is it, for information?" The Asian man asked Undertaker and gasped when he appeared right in front of him.
"Oh I have no need for the queen's coins, there's only one thing that I want from you!" he looked at the boy, "Please my Lord! Give it to me and I'll tell you anything!" He said as he grasped the boys cheeks in his hands. "Give me the extraordinary gift of true laughter! Just one joke and all me' information is yours!" he laughed as he swayed from side to side with a huge grin. That's the usual Undertaker for you.
"You literally laughed at my burrito story five minutes ago, Undertaker, how can you be so eager for more?" You asked, once again claiming the eyes of the room.
"Burrito story?" the boy asked as he looked at you in confusion, but before you could fall into another stuttering lie the others decided to try to get Undertaker to laugh.
The butler stepped forward and was about to say something before you jumped off the coffin and cracked your knuckles. "Look Undertaker, if you tell them the information they need I'll tell you the story of how I accidentally burned our family tree and all the presents on Christmas because of the ghost of Sherlock Holmes." You said, just wanting this to be over with. Undertaker's eyes lit up and he laughed in what sounded like pure euphoria, while everyone else in the room looked at you with a worried expression.
You decided to try to not put your self into the center of everyone's attention for now and sat down on the coffin next to your tea, unaware of the pair of demonic ruby eyes that intently watched your every move.
Your decision however didn't last long as you cringed at every fail attempt of a joke.
"Please, do sit down and have some tea, I believe he'll tell you everything you'd want to know." you said and gave everyone, excluding the butlers as Undertaker has before explained to you how their work works, a cuppa, then stood next to Undertaker as he began to talk.
"An interesting pattern I'm seeing these days, I often get customers who are.. incomplete. Heheh."
"Incomplete?" The tall, black haired butler asked.
"Yes, the uterus is missing, which is quite... odd." he said as people in the room gasped. "A killer makes a big mess at a body, but that particular part is precisely excised."
"He did it on a road that was public, yet not high traffic, wouldn't an amateur have a difficult time carrying out such a complicated procedure quickly enough?" the butler asked again as Undertaker grinned.
"You're a clever one, butler, that is exactly what I was thinking." Undertaker said as he walked over to you. "You see first he slits her throat with a sharp weapon," he said as he dragged his long black nails across your neck, "then he rips into her right here," he explained as he held his hand over your abdomen, "and takes her precious womenly part." he grinned, his face right next to yours, as he put his finger on your cheek. "There will be more deaths, I'm certain, sadistic killers like this one don't stop until someone makes them." he took a few steps as he looked the boy in the eye.
"Will you stop him? Can you sniff him out like a good little guard dog?" Undertaker tauntingly said with a grin.
"I am bound by the honor of my family, I eliminate any threat the queen asks me to, by any means I find necessary." The boy said with determination as he looked up at Undertaker. 'Damn, I wouldn't want to mess with that boy. Also, why tf does the queen ask a kid to kill people?'
After that they stood up to leave, the butler went up to you and took your hand in his, looking directly into your eyes he slowly bend forward to put his face inches away from the back of your palm, you could swear he sniffed you as his eyes widened for a second before he gently put his lips on your hand, "I certainly hope we will meet again in the future, you will have to tell me some of your stories." he then went to go behind his master, ignoring the pair of dangerous green eyes watching him leave with fury.
"Well that was.. interesting.." You said as you walked up to Undertaker, noticing him watching the door with clenched fists and grabbing his hand. "Is something the matter?" You asked worriedly.
He looked up at you with a huge grin as his fist loosened. "You still owe me that story, you know, and I want to collect the payment."
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I'm sorry it took me so long to write it and I don't even like how it turned out, I had such a bad week I feel like I'm gonna dieee 😭
TW: contains violence, mature content and language, yandere themes.
Word count: 1.9k
Chapter 4: Finally, The Tea
Undertaker seemingly relaxed as he let out a loud laugh.
''Well that would explain your weird attire and speech.'' He said as he sat down.
''That's it? No 'that's not possible'? Or you know, at least some confusion and disbelief that I'm going through?'' you said completely flabbergasted by Undertaker's lack of reaction.
''When you work in my line of work, you realize that reality is incredibly feeble, and that time is just a trivial concept.'' He said as he sipped his cuppa.
''Your line of work? Aren't you a funeral director?'' you said as you sat down in the seat across from him, trying to calm your self.
He chuckled as he looked you in the eyes ''Of course, I meant me' previous work.'' He said as he put sugar in his tea, stirring it with a tea spoon so it melts quickly.
''And what has that been?'' you asked, trying to figure out what job might have led Undertaker to be so calm about the situation.
''The 21st century, the year 202- to be exact. I lived here in London.'' you said with nervousness, this wasn't exactly what you thought you'd ever say in your life.
He only smiled in response as he put the cup to his lips.
''Where did you say you came from?'' he changed the subject, and you decided not to touch it for now, as it seems he doesn't want to talk about it.
He hummed as he took another sip of his cuppa, ''Then might you have any idea how you have ended here? After all, people don't just wake up a hundred years in the past.''
''I have no clue. I'm not even sure this is real, I mean, would you believe it if you woke up in the 19th century? No. I'm probably in a coma, or I died, or something, everything seems more logical than this.'' you mumbled off, your head hurt as the situation just weighted down on yoir shoulders and dragged you to a bottomless pit of questions you had no answer to.
He chuckled as he once again watched you have an existential crisis. ''Drink some tea, it could help you calm your nerves.'' he proposed as he handed you your cup.
''I have no reason to not believe you and it would be very irresponsible and cruel of me to leave a woman in need of help on the streets.'' He smiled as he watched you melt in to the drink he gave me.
''Thank you.. I don't understand why you're so kind to me, a complete stranger you found on the streets who claims she's from the future. I mean, I would have sent myself to some mental hospital.'' you said with a laugh as you tasted the tea.
''It's amazing!'' you said with excitement as you relaxed and enjoyed the warmth and deliciousness of the cuppa.
He looked at your clothes and shook his head in disapproval. ''Your clothes are all dirty, we'll have to find you some new ones.''
You looked down on your self and gasped when you saw how messy you must look. You've been in the same clothes for God knows how long, plus you've collected dirt and the stench of the streets as the man pushed you to the ground.
''New clothes? Where will I get those?'' you said with a frown as you looked at my ruined clothes.
''Oh you do not have to worry about that, I have many women's and men's clothing that I make for my guests frequently.'' He said with a giggle, but you couldn't help to feel bad.
''But you've done so much for me already, I can't exploit your generosity anymore!''
''Oh believe me, I am anything but generous and you've paid me more than enough times, now come, let me find you some appropriate attire.'' you didn't understand what he meant when he said you already paid him when you've done nothing but cause him trouble, but you followed behind him as we went to another room, which seemed as a sewing room/dresser.
''Wow! You really weren't joking when you said you make your own clothes'' you said completely amazed.
''I make them for me' customers, now I think I might have a dress just for you somewhere here.'' He said as he started listing though the coat rack full of dresses.
''I would rather prefer some pants and whatever you have with it, just until I can have my own clothes back.'' you said quickly to stop Undertaker from taking out whatever dress he has choosen for you.
''Ah of course, I should have thought of that, but it's a shame I won't see you in a dress, I had a very cute one picked out, you would look just like a doll.'' He pouted and gave out a disappointed sigh.
''Ah here, this would be perfect.'' He said as he pulled out a dark lounge suit formed of a white long sleeved shirt with cuffed sleeves and close fitting collar. Over the shirt was a dark waistcoat, with a pocket on the right breast. The dark trousers fell loosely to the ankle but had high waistbands and fit tightly at the top.
''Me? A doll?'' you couldn't help but laugh as you remembered in kindergarten when the pretty girls played princesses and you had to play the role of the evil dragon with 3 heads.. At first you were upset you could never play the princess, but then youabsolutely slayed it, as you had the privilege to destroy every backdrop.
Ah, the sweet memories.
''Oh that's perfect! I cannot thank you enough Undertaker!'' you clasped my hands together before running up to him and hugging his waist.
''Oh you do not have to thank me, I am always happy to help you, you're just the funniest thing.'' He chuckled to himself as you smiled and let go of him.
''Is there a bathroom somewhere so I could wash up? I really need a bath rignt now, but only if it's okay with you, of course!'' you say as you look at him with shy eyes.
''Of course it's fine, I'll show you where it is.'' he said and opened the door as you trailed behind him with the clothes in your hand.
''Are you sure I'm not being annoying now? I mean with all the things I ask of you..'' you trail off as look at the ground.
''As I said, having someone as amusing as you around is more than enough for me.'' that made you even more confused, as you furrowed your eyebrows in thought at his words. Seeing this, he chuckled and opened the door that you have arrived at.
''Shampoo and everything else you may need is in the drawer by the mirror.'' He said as he started the water.
''Again, thank you, I just don't know what would happen to me if you didn't take me in, and then save my life from that man, and then take me in again.'' you laughed as Undertaker chuckled.
There was a moment of silence as you waited for Undertaker to leave, you didn't know what to say or do as Undertaker looked as if he was waiting for something.
''So I'm, uh. going to get ready now.'' you awkwardly said as Undertaker cracked a wide grin.
''Oh are you sure you don't need me' assistance with that? All my guests were very satisfied with me' help.'' He laughed as you started gently pushing him out of the door.
''I'm more than capable of doing that, thank you very much!'' you closed the door behind him as you heard him laugh on the other side. It's weird how fast you've warmed up to him, normally you'll have to know someone for weeks to be this close to them, but then again you guess your meeting wasn't really in the 'normal' circumstances.
You quickly get undressed and look at your self in the mirror in the corner of the room. You have multiple bruises on your body from when the men threw you around and your hair is messy and full of dirt. You take out the bottle of, what you think is, shampoo, but it looks really weird and sketchy, and a sope and finally sat your self into the bath tub. You let out a relaxed breath as you completely soaked your self in the hot water. You slowly washed your hair and body and got out of the water.
You dry your self and pick up the clothes you got from Undertaker, as you looked through them you found a new pair of underwear and a bra in your size. You can feel your face getting red. Oh God.. How does he even know your underwear and bra size??(now, I know that there weren't any modern bras in 1888, but I didn't want to let the reader go through the process of making her own temporary binder, believe me, I tried) you try to ignore this question and quickly get dressed.
''What are you doing?'' you ask as you stop at his side. He looks up at you and gives you his characteristic grin.
The sleeves of the shirt and the pants were a little long, but nothing too bad or noticeable. You totally slay this look! Taking your dirty clothes you put them in to a bucket full of hot water and soap and wash them with the washing bat, it was hard, you don't understand how people do this for all their lives. After that's done you put them on the drying hanger.
You step out of the bathroom and make your way back into to the lounge room, where you find Undertaker, sitting by his desk and signing some papers.
''Just some formal necessities about me' next guest.'' he giggled his usual creepy laugh and let the pen down and took a glance at your appearance ''What about the clothing? Does it suit alright?'' His question made you blush as you remembered the weirdly accurate size of your undergarments.
''Oh.. Um yes! It fits perfectly, thank you!'' you said with shyness.
''You're just the cutest thing.'' He glanced at the clock, ''It has gotten quite late and I still have to do some work, but first I will show you where you will be sleeping.'' you looked at the clock, it's 10.pm already? You follow Undertaker as he guides you to a door at the other side of the house. This house is much bigger than it seems from the outside. He opens the door to show a small dark room with one bed and a small desk.
''I have never used this room, but I have read that every house hold should have a bedroom.''
''If you don't sleep here, then where do you?'' you asked with confusion as you looked at him.
''No, but thank you for the offer though, I'll keep it in mind.'' you smiled as you looked at his grinning smile ''Goodnight Undertaker.''
''Well in my custom made coffin of course! Do you want to try one?''
He said with his usual high pitched voice and giggle as you shivered from the thought of being closed in one of these things again.
''Goodnight, Y/n.''
After the door closed, you turned around and got ready for the night, as you laid in the bed you recalled the day. You woke up in a coffin in a funeral shop, with a weird (yet very generous) man, got assaulted, learned you're in the 19th century and nowhere near coming back. You were exhausted. Just as you got comfortable in your position on the bed a thought came to you 'But if Undertaker didn't sleep in this room, then why did he previously say he didn't have anywhere else to put me than the coffin?'
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I'm somehow keeping my productivity going! So hopefully I'll update again tomorrow!
