Cemetery Dance for kiramaru7
For kiramaru7 . It’s not as “actiony” as I think you had in mind, but explicit and the Undertaker just doesn’t compute very well with me. @_@ But fluff does! XD Hope you like it anyway, dear.
Title: Cemetery Dance
Author: silenttaiyoukai
Fandom: Kuroshitsuji
Word Count: 400
Characters: Undertaker/Grell
Summary: Grell ambushes Undertaker in the cemetery….or tries to, anyway.
When he visited the small London shop only to find the doors locked, Grell knew that there was only one logical place to look for his beloved Undertaker. He walked the few blocks to the cemetery under the cover of his bright red umbrella. It was a gray and foggy day, the rain falling around him a drizzly mist. It was just the sort of weather Grell would expect his lovely silver Death God to be out enjoying.
Grell nearly skipped through the cemetery gates, and many a languid mourner cast him a strange glance for his bright clothing and matching smile in such a dreary place. Grell barely noticed them.
It wasn’t long before he found his black-clad Romeo off tending to a grave beneath a large willow tree. The Undertaker was standing waist-deep in the open grave, shovel in hand and lantern perched on a nearby headstone. His back was to Grell, and a devilish idea popped into the red reaper’s head. He approached Undertaker as quietly as he could manage, trying to keep his heels from squishing in the earth. Just as he was close enough to pounce, the Undertaker flung a shovelful of dirt over his shoulder. Grell squealed and hopped out of the way to avoid being hit with it.
“Come to watch me work, eh?” the Undertaker smiled as he turned around.
Grell stomped his foot and turned out his bottom lip, pouting. “Oh, you spoiled my fun!”
“Did I?” the Undertaker laughed.
Undertaker laid his shovel down beside the grave and climbed out. He seated himself beneath the willow tree and Grell skipped over to him. Grell gleefully sat himself in the Undertaker’s lap, holding his umbrella up over both of their heads to shield them from the droplets falling from the weepy branches.
“Spoiling my fun and almost getting dirt in my beautiful hair,” Grell huffed, twirling a finger around in the Undertaker’s braid, “I think you owe me some compensation.”
“I suppose so,” the Undertaker hummed. Grell nearly squealed as the Undertaker curled a hand around his waist. “Now, I wonder what it could be that you want…”
Grell could hardly contain himself at the Undertaker’s handsome smirk. Forsaking the umbrella, he threw his arms around the Undertaker’s neck and kissed him.
In the end Grell wound up getting dirt in his hair anyway, but all things considered, he didn’t really mind by then.
Title: Cemetery Dance
Author: silenttaiyoukai
Fandom: Kuroshitsuji
Word Count: 400
Characters: Undertaker/Grell
Summary: Grell ambushes Undertaker in the cemetery….or tries to, anyway.
When he visited the small London shop only to find the doors locked, Grell knew that there was only one logical place to look for his beloved Undertaker. He walked the few blocks to the cemetery under the cover of his bright red umbrella. It was a gray and foggy day, the rain falling around him a drizzly mist. It was just the sort of weather Grell would expect his lovely silver Death God to be out enjoying.
Grell nearly skipped through the cemetery gates, and many a languid mourner cast him a strange glance for his bright clothing and matching smile in such a dreary place. Grell barely noticed them.
It wasn’t long before he found his black-clad Romeo off tending to a grave beneath a large willow tree. The Undertaker was standing waist-deep in the open grave, shovel in hand and lantern perched on a nearby headstone. His back was to Grell, and a devilish idea popped into the red reaper’s head. He approached Undertaker as quietly as he could manage, trying to keep his heels from squishing in the earth. Just as he was close enough to pounce, the Undertaker flung a shovelful of dirt over his shoulder. Grell squealed and hopped out of the way to avoid being hit with it.
“Come to watch me work, eh?” the Undertaker smiled as he turned around.
Grell stomped his foot and turned out his bottom lip, pouting. “Oh, you spoiled my fun!”
“Did I?” the Undertaker laughed.
Undertaker laid his shovel down beside the grave and climbed out. He seated himself beneath the willow tree and Grell skipped over to him. Grell gleefully sat himself in the Undertaker’s lap, holding his umbrella up over both of their heads to shield them from the droplets falling from the weepy branches.
“Spoiling my fun and almost getting dirt in my beautiful hair,” Grell huffed, twirling a finger around in the Undertaker’s braid, “I think you owe me some compensation.”
“I suppose so,” the Undertaker hummed. Grell nearly squealed as the Undertaker curled a hand around his waist. “Now, I wonder what it could be that you want…”
Grell could hardly contain himself at the Undertaker’s handsome smirk. Forsaking the umbrella, he threw his arms around the Undertaker’s neck and kissed him.
In the end Grell wound up getting dirt in his hair anyway, but all things considered, he didn’t really mind by then.