That Butler, Isekaid (Modern!Reader Insert)

That Butler; Beau

[A/N; C is desperado and I'm desperate for death. Pls end me]

Unfortunately for them, there were little to no more leads to this strange and dangerous drug. Unable to find anything about the drugs other than the angelic properties and effects it had on human consumers. Luckily enough it had no effect on anyone so long as it stayed unconsumed. Scotland Yard finishing the job with Tarantino as soon as the evidence of the supernatural was erased.

It was yet another mundane day after all that fuss for the Phantomhive household. And since __________'s and Elizabeth's "squabble" from the last time it seems there isn't much to consider a problem anymore.

"You're staring into space C, got something on your mind?" _________ asks, as the servant fixes the books in the library where he'd chosen to stay in for the day as he had nothing else to do. Again, it's been a mundane day.

Ciel looks over towards his faithful servant, Ciel's eyes tracing their delicate form. He loved their curves of softness, ________ was the most astonishing person he'd ever met... easy to talk to and fun to be around. There's beauty in being a good listener, someone who seeks to make connections and joy and see things from new perspectives. ________ had safe eyes, perhaps that's the best way to say it. They had a beauty that made those fairytale-princesses look as paper thin as they are, _______ was something robust and real.

The moons delicate light had just turned the world a-flame with silver when he looked their way. The night had come already and _________ was all he could see under the moon and dim candle light... They were a beauty, yes they were. "__________" he says, his voice laced with a mix of longing and nervousness. "Come closer."

His eyes lock with theirs, a mixture of anticipation and apprehension swirling in his gaze. Is he prepared to cross the line, prepared to indulge in the forbidden desires that consume him, consequences be damned? The door to temptation stands before him, and he hopes he's prepared to open it, knowing the price for these actions.

_________ does not utter a word of complaint, nor does __________ hesitate. They don't now how deep his desires are after all. So they do as told, moving closer to him. But it isn't close enough, he'd prefer them on his lap really. But he's still hesitant, can he really do this? Can he tell them of the beauty they hold? Can they tell them of how they enrapture his very soul?

But the feeling of their hand still in his, gives him a push. He's got them, should he really stop and miss this grand opportunity? __________'s so close, obedient and loyal to no one but him

"Hm...?"

________ mutters, questioning, their voice like a siren's call beckoning him into the deeps. __________ doesn't even realize what they do to him. Their every move is now a taunt, their words and voice are so sweet in his ears, they're a sin he has the pleasure to experience if he so much as orders it. What's the problem if he's making what is his already, do what he wishes? But, he needs to confirm first, where their heart is. Without their heart, how can he say he desires them? It would be a lie for him to simply take their body, and not have their heart and be satisfied. No, he desires much more than that...

Ciel takes a deep breath, his mind racing with conflicting emotions. He knows that he desires more than just their body, that he longs for their heart and soul to be entwined with his. He can't bear the thought of using them solely for his own physical pleasure.

Gently, he releases their hand, his voice soft but tinged with vulnerability. "_______, there's something I need to ask you. It's important that you answer honestly."

Ciel's heart pounds in his chest as _______ moves closer to him, her compliance adding fuel to the flames of his desires. He can feel the heat radiating from their body, the intoxicating scent of them filling the air around them. Every inch that separates them feels like an eternity, a torturous reminder of the forbidden desires that consume him.

He takes a moment to gather his thoughts, to steady himself in the face of temptation. His voice, though laced with a mixture of desire and trepidation, remains firm as he speaks.

"__________," he says, his voice low and husky. "I need to know... before we proceed any further, I have to ask..." his voice trembles, barely above a whisper. "I need to know... Do you feel- do you... Have someone? Someone... You like..?"

His gaze drills into their eyes, searching for any signs of something more, a deeper connection. He cannot proceed with this if their heart is not involved, if it is merely a physical act devoid of emotion. He desires her completely, body and soul, and he yearns for her affection and devotion.

He waits for their response, the moment heavy with anticipation. The fate of their relationship hangs in the balance, and he prays that her answer aligns with the desires burning inside him.

His grip on the side of his seat tightens, searching their eyes for any signs of hesitation or doubt. He wants to know that ________ wants him as much as he wants them, that this isn't a mere game or a fleeting moment of pleasure.

________ blinks for a moment, taken aback by the boy's question. Before turning away a little, a blush adorning their cheeks. Their eyes shaking, as a small but lovely smile creeps onto their face.

"...Mm."

__________ nods, and confirms, their eyes clearly showing more than just "like" for whoever it is __________'s thinking of. Affection and longing clear in their (eye color) hues, striking Ciel like a painfully sharp knife. They... _______ doesn't just "like" someone, this person... _______ "loves" them. It's clear as day, it's in their eyes, it's in their smile. The blush on their face is as beautiful as it is haunting to him. His heart aches, his breath stops. Their heart belongs to another, and he doesn't know if he can handle that fact any longer without wanting to scream...

Ciel's heart sinks at _________'s response, a mix of disappointment and anguish washing over him. The confirmation that _________'s heart belongs to another is like a knife twisting in his chest, the pain unbearable.

He averts his gaze, unable to bear the sight of their smile, knowing that it's not meant for him. His own smile fades, replaced by a mask of sadness and resignation. He had hoped, against all odds, that _________'s heart would be free for him to claim, but reality has dealt him a cruel blow.

"I see," he says softly, his voice barely above a whisper. He takes a moment to compose himself, to regain the composure that he prides himself on. "I apologize for my forwardness, _________."

He releases his grip on his chair, his eyes clouded with unshed tears. He turns away, unable to bear the sight of their smile any longer. The pain of unrequited love burns deep within him, a searing ache that threatens to consume him entirely. "That's... all I needed to know. Y-You can go..."

His eyes begin to water, the realization of their impossible situation settling heavily on his shoulders. He has no choice but to accept the reality of their circumstances, to let go of the desires that have consumed him for so long.

Inside, his heart breaks, his desires crushed by the knowledge that he will never truly have her. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady his emotions, his gaze lingering on her, a mix of pain and longing reflected in his eyes.

He wonders if he can handle the ache that will follow, if he can bear the weight of this unrequited love that threatens to consume him. But he knows that he must persevere, that there are lines that cannot be crossed, even when every fiber of his being yearns for them.

"Oh- Okay C... Holler if you need anything."