Literature
You'll Never Have To. Undertaker X Reader
A comforting, delicious smell filled the air around you, pulling you from your sleep. You knew this smell well. Even without opening your eyes, you knew the Undertaker was wafting a fresh plate of scones under your nose. “I swear those things smell better every morning.”
“Aye, I don't doubt that they do love. I still wish you wouldn't be so very picky about what I put in me biscuits though. Now get up, we've got a quest waiting.” The undertaker placed the hot plate on your chest and walked away chuckling quietly.
Slowly sitting up, you stretched your arms as high as you could and let out a long, happy sigh
