That Butler, Isekaid (Modern!Reader Insert)

That Butler; Trapped

Ciel's heart skips a beat as __________blushes and expresses gratitude. He can't help but feel a surge of warmth at their genuine response. He takes a moment to appreciate the way their eyes sparkle and their smile lights up the room.

"Shall we make our way to the ballroom then?" Ciel suggests, extending his arm towards ________. "I believe it's time for us to make our grand entrance."

_________ nods, their gaze shining with excitement. "Yeah, let's. I'm curious to see how the other guests have dressed up."

With that, Ciel and _______ make their way to the ballroom, their footsteps echoing in the grand hallway. As they step into the ballroom, the sight that greets them is breathtaking. The room is filled with elegantly dressed guests, the air filled with the sound of laughter and music. The atmosphere is electric, and Ciel can't help but be drawn into the festivities.

Ciel and ________ join the others on the dance floor, their movements fluid and graceful as they twirl and sway to the rhythm of the music. Ciel's eyes never leave _________, captivated by their beauty and grace.

Throughout the rest of the night, Ciel catches himself stealing glances at ________ when he thinks no one is looking. The way the golden ornaments catch the candlelight, the way the fabric hugs their figure just right, it all adds to her allure.

But no, he must keep his emotions in check. He cannot afford to let his personal feelings interfere with his duty as the Queen's Watchdog. At some point, while silently investigating, a maid bumps into him and spills wine on his clothes. They let out a string of apologies, but he dismisses it as nothing important. The maid asks him to follow, to clean up the stain, but _________ grabs his arm. Glaring coldly at the 'maid'.

"I don't think he'll need the help..."

"Oh, but it would be terrible if I'd left a stain..!"

"And risk letting you take him off with your taint? I don't think so blondie."

"My, you have quite the mouth Miss/Sir(?)..!"

"I'll take that as a compliment"

Ciel watches the exchange between _________ and the maid, a mix of surprise and a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. His eyes widening at _______'s sudden possessiveness(?), their grip firm on his arm. He can sense the tension in the air as the maid recoils slightly, intimidated by _______'s fierce protectiveness.

"______, there's no need to make a scene. I'm perfectly capable of handling the situation myself," Ciel interjects, his voice steady but tinged with irritation. He detaches himself from _________'s grip, taking a step forward.

The maid stutters, backing away with a bow. "I-I apologize for the spill, my lord. Please allow me to find a way to make amends."

"That won't be necessary. Just be more careful in the future-" The maid however doesn't take no for an answer. And despite ________'s efforts in trying to keep him away, the maid lures him to a room however. To "fix" his stained clothing. Leaving the ballroom for a bit, this maid however seems to be more than that. Snatching his eyepatch away and running off. He runs to find the little thief, ending up in the forest behind the Trancy manor. ______ following closely after him.

Upon arrival, he's already figured out that the maid was simply Alois Trancy is in disguise. The two males staring each other down, as their butlers appear from the shadows to their respective masters. Alois pulls off the silly wig, coming close to his own butler Claude as the other 3 of his servants appear. It seems _______'s protectiveness earlier wasn't for nothing. What a fool he was for not listening to them.

Alois chuckles, commenting on how Ciel should've listen to his servant. Before revealing his plans finally.

"Awe, I just wanted a chat between us. Why must we string our servants along? Well, I wouldn't have minded that feisty little servant right there, but oh well."

Alois jokingly complains. Smirking before stating what he wants from the Phantomhives or whatever it is.

"I want you and that servant. Both of you will be mine. And if you refuse..." The blonde Earl then points to his manor in the distance, smirking. "Everyone in there will be killed... I've arranged a performance, and if that performance begins, then they will die."

Ciel's eyes narrow as he listens to Alois's words, his heart sinking in his chest. The weight of the lives of his loyal servants and loyal butler pressing down on him. He despises being at the mercy of others, especially this demented young man who revels in chaos.

"You dare threaten my servants?" Ciel's voice drips with venom as he steps forward, his eyes burning with determination. "I will not allow you to harm them. Nor will I allow you to take _________. ______ is not some possession to be claimed."

Sebastian, standing steadfastly by Ciel's side, moves forward, his eyes cold and calculating. "Lord Trancy, it seems you have underestimated the power of the Phantomhive name and the loyalty of its staff. I assure you, your threats will not go unanswered." The tension hangs heavily in the air, both sides bracing for a confrontation. Ciel's mind races, contemplating his next move as he refuses to let Alois win this twisted game.

"My my, what confidence you have Ciel! Very well, I'll be sure to make you bow down and kiss my arse later on!"

Ciel watches with a mix of satisfaction and relief as Sebastian swiftly dispatches the Trancy servants. The air is thick with tension as the battle rages on, but Ciel remains focused and determined. He knows that their lives and the lives of his loyal servants depend on his actions.

"________, stay close to me," Ciel commands, his voice firm and cold. He takes a step forward, his eyes locked on Alois. "You underestimate the strength of the Phantomhive family. I will not let you harm those under my protection."

Alois, his face contorted with a mix of anger and amusement, chuckles mockingly. "Oh, how adorable. The little watchdog thinks he can stand against me. Well, let's see how long that confidence lasts."

"I fucken told you! What I fucken say???" _______ exclaims, shaking their head as they point at the blonde earl.

"It was a traaap!"