That Butler, Isekaid (Modern!Reader Insert)

That Butler; Lightning and Rumbling

Ciel's gaze then lingers on the strand of hair that has fallen onto ________'s face, his fingers twitching with the desire to brush it away. He internally scolds himself for allowing such thoughts to surface, reminding himself that ________ is his servant, his subordinate, and that he mustn't allow himself to be swayed by his own desires. But as his eyes trail down their form, he can't help but be entranced by the delicate curves of their figure. The way their uniform clings to their body, accentuating their every movement. His mind swirls with thoughts of how soft their skin must feel, how enticing their touch would be. Ciel's grip tightens on his teacup, the porcelain threatening to crack under his restraint. He takes a deep breath, trying to regain his composure, but his resolve falters as he catches a fleeting glimpse of _______'s lips, curve into a soft smile.

In that moment, all he can think about is the taste of those lips, the feel of them pressed against his own. His imagination runs wild, filled with vivid images of their bodies entwined, their passion intertwining in the most intimate of ways. His face flushes at the intrusive thoughts, his mind caught between a longing for ______, and the societal constraints that bind him. This reaction being all too obviously seen by his butler beside him. He yearns to break free from those chains, to give in to his desires and lose himself in the sea of forbidden pleasure. But he can't. He won't. He knows the consequences that would come with indulging in such desires, the potential ruin it could bring to both of them. His duty as the Earl of Phantomhive must come first, even if it means sacrificing his own happiness. He isn't sure if the demon beside him is bound by anything of the sort, however he just hopes that Sebastian won't harm ________ too much. Ciel shakes his head, banishing the devious thoughts and focusing on his tea instead. He takes a sip, the warmth of the liquid soothing his frazzled nerves. He looks up at _______, his gaze steady and composed, though turmoil still rages within his heart.

"Anyways, regarding the Queen's request," Ciel begins, his voice steady and devoid of any hint of desire. "I believe we should prepare ourselves thoroughly. This is not an ordinary mission, and we must be cautious in our approach." He forces himself to put aside his desires, pushing them deep down into the recesses of his mind, determined to keep his focus on the task at hand. "Indeed Master, I shall prepare as you wish for this case. Do help me Miss/Sir(?) _______ when the time comes. You can handle it, yes?"

"..." _________ does not reply to him, silent and seemingly lost in thought. Rain from outside stains the windows, fog coming around cold and a little unwelcome. Seems that today's weather has suddenly gotten a bit gloomy, nevertheless, they must continue to work as they should. Signing and checking documents, reading through the catalog, and whatever else needs his attention. It's quiet aside from the sound of the rain, as always ________ is as quiet as a mouse when the rain comes.

He wishes he could hear their answer, or their voice humming again, another song would be nice. His little songbird always has quite a delicate and soothing melody in mind. He'd listen to her songs for an eternity if he could. But whatever, he supposes he can listen another time. Knowing ________ is the most silent on very rainy days like this one. But, neither he nor Sebastian know why... _______ watches the rain from the closed window. Silent with a distant look in their eyes. A loud bang of thunder echoes from the outside, and the loud clap after the lightning reverberates. Ciel doesn't mind it, but he's sure he just saw ________ grip the windowsill. Their (color) eyes wide and unreadable...

Ciel's attention is immediately drawn to __________ as he notices their reaction to the thunder. He watches them closely, his concern evident in his eyes. Despite his usual cold and distant demeanor, there is a genuine care and protectiveness that he feels towards them. Without a second thought, he rises from his seat and walks over to where ________ stands, their steps purposeful and determined.

"________," he calls out softly, his voice laced with concern. "Are you alright? Thunderstorms seem to unsettle you. Perhaps we should find a more comfortable place for you until the storm passes."

His hand hovers in the air for a moment, unsure whether to reach out and touch her, to offer her comfort. But he ultimately decides against it, aware of the boundaries that exist between them. Instead, he stands beside them, his presence a silent support.

"I know they can be unnerving, but remember that you are safe here. I will ensure your well-being," Ciel reassures them, his voice gentle yet firm. "If you'd like, I can have Sebastian prepare a warm drink for you to help calm your nerves. Just let me know what you need."

"Indeed, if storms like such unsettle you, you can retire for the day. I shall handle the rest." Sebastian adds, his voice also holding a hint of concern for the trembling human. Both males getting closer to the servant, with Sebastian inspecting their expression as he does.

"Oh um... Yeah.." Another, much louder boom of thunder resounds. The lightning flashes with a bang, and when the light turns to a normal amount, Ciel doesn't even realize that ________ had rushed into his arms. Burying their face into his chest as _________ trembles in fear, covering their ears to try and lessen the loud sound.

"Please... Please, it's all so loud..."

_______ mutters, gripping onto Ciel's vest tightly as if letting go might bring something worse. They're frightened, terrified even. Neither Ciel nor Sebastian know as to why ________ is so scared of the thunder, though they've observed that _______ was never a fan of such loud noises the reason as to why is a past they're sure They wouldn't want to revisit. ______ whispers in (native language or known language other than English) a language Ciel is somewhat knowledgeable in. He can understand a good bit, and from the pleading tone of their voice, it's all too heartbreaking hearing their words...

"Please don't take me back there! It's so noisy, please don't...! I don't want to be locked up again..."