That Butler, Isekaid (Modern!Reader Insert)

That Butler; Steady

Time passed, _______ found themselves growing more resolved in their quest for closure and understanding. They knew that facing their past and embracing their pain was crucial to their growth, and they had decided to seek the help of the the usually super busy William once more.

One day, as the sun cast long shadows across the pavement, Ciel, _______, and Sebastian made their way towards the drawing room. The air was tinged with anticipation and a hint of trepidation, as they knew that this visit held the potential to unearth buried memories and open doors to realms unknown.

William sat upon a plush chair within the Phantomhive manor's drawing room, how Sebastian got him to agree being there was beyond anyone's comprehension.

_______ stepped forward, their voice steady yet filled with determination. "I'm here for some help again, Will. I want to try making a portal again"

William smiled a bit, nodding towards ______. "Ah, curiosity and longing, such are the companions on this journey of self-discovery. Very well. Just do as I taught you-"

"Um, before that, can we like rope me down just in case???"

Ciel's eyebrow quirked as _______ made their request, a mixture of amusement and concern crossing his features. "Roping you down, _______? Are you that worried about the outcome?"

_______ blushed slightly, their voice tinged with embarrassment. "Well, you know how my luck tends to be, C. I just want to be cautious, in case things don't go as planned."

Ciel glanced at Sebastian, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Sebastian, fetch some rope. It seems _______ is determined to take every precaution. We wouldn't want them getting lost in another dimension, after all."

Sebastian nodded, a small smirk playing on his lips as he disappeared from the room, only to return moments later with a length of sturdy rope. _______ watched apprehensively as Sebastian approached, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

"Now, _______," Sebastian purred, his voice laced with a teasing tone. "Shall I bind you tightly, or would you prefer a looser grip?"

_______ blushed even deeper, their voice stuttering slightly. "U-uh, just tight enough to keep me secure, Sebs No need to go overboard."

Sebastian chuckled softly, his voice low and sultry. "As you wish, _______. I'll make sure you're securely bound, just enough to keep you safe from any unexpected mishaps."

With practiced ease, Sebastian began to wrap the rope around _______'s wrists, his touch firm yet gentle. Their skin tingled under his fingertips, a mixture of nerves and anticipation filling the air. Ciel watched with an amused smirk, his eyes glinting with mischief.

"Now, _______," Ciel chimed in, his voice dripping with amusement. "I hope you realize that this is entirely unnecessary. But if it brings you some peace of mind, then so be it."

_______ nodded, their cheeks still flushed as they tested the tension of the rope. It was secure, but not constricting, allowing for some freedom of movement.

"Thanks, C, Sebs," _______ spoke, their voice filled with a mix of gratitude and excitement. "Now, let's get this rodeo started. I'm hoping to get a (pet) out of this so lets go go go!"

Once _______ was situated, they took a deep breath, channeling the knowledge and guidance bestowed upon them by the Undertaker. With a firm resolve, they began to recreate the intricate steps required to open a portal. The air around them seemed to crackle with energy as they focused their intentions.

As _______ channeled their energy, a swirling vortex of shimmering colors and mysterious mists began to form before their eyes. The room itself seemed to tremble with anticipation, as if acknowledging the significance of this moment. The portal grew wider, revealing glimpses of a familiar space beyond.

Heart pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation, _______ caught sight of what seemed to be their old room from their original world. Memories flooded back, the scent of familiarity enveloping their senses. They could almost feel the softness of the bed beneath their fingertips and the warmth of the sunlight streaming through the windows.

Ciel and Sebastian watched with a mixture of curiosity and concern, their eyes fixed on _______ as the portal continued to expand. The room beyond shimmered with an ethereal glow, beckoning _______ to step through and confront their past.

_______'s heart raced with a mixture of anticipation and nostalgia. The room before them held so many memories, both joyous and bittersweet. It represented a time when life was simpler, before 'tragedy' struck and their world was turned upside down.

With a determined yet cautious step, _______ moved closer to the portal, the ropes binding them serving as a reminder of the potential dangers ahead. Ciel and Sebastian exchanged glances, their concern etched upon their faces. They understood the importance of this journey for _______, but the unknown nature of the portal left them on edge.

"Be careful, _______," Ciel cautioned, his voice holding a rare note of vulnerability. "We don't know what awaits you on the other side."

_______ nodded, their gaze fixed on the portal. "I know, C. But I need to face my past, to confront the pain and find closure. I can't keep running away from it."

Sebastian stepped forward, his voice calm yet filled with unwavering support. "We will be here for you, Miss/Sir(?) _______. No matter what you find on the other side"

_______ smiled gratefully at Ciel and Sebastian, their eyes shining with determination. "Thanks guys. Your support means more to me than you know."

With one final deep breath, _______ stepped forward, crossing the threshold of the portal. The room beyond enveloped them, wrapping them in a cocoon of memories. It felt simultaneously familiar and foreign, a bittersweet reminder of the life they had left behind.

As _______ explored the room, their hands gently trailing along the walls, they couldn't help but be overwhelmed by a flood of emotions. Happy moments, painful experiences, and the echoes of laughter and tears filled their senses. It was a mosaic of their past, pieced together in fragments, waiting to be acknowledged and understood.

Lost in their thoughts, _______ was startled by a voice from behind them. "Well, well, who do we have here? It seems you've stumbled into my little realm of memories."

They turned around to find a figure standing in the doorway, a horrid smile playing on their lips... It was their father... "_______? Is that you?" their father questioned, his voice laced with a mixture of confusion and suspicion. His eyes narrowed as he examined the strange appearance of his child in the room. "What are you doing here? And why do you look so... scared?"

_______'s throat tightened as they struggled to find their voice. The memories of pain and suffering flashed before their eyes, threatening to engulf them once more. But this time, they were determined to face their abuser, to find the strength within themselves.

Taking a deep breath, _______ summoned their courage, their voice steady yet filled with trepidation. "Father, it's me, _______. I... I'm sorry I was gone for a bit, I uh-. Shit happens man I-"

Their father's eyes widened in disbelief, his face contorting with a mix of anger and confusion. "You dare speak to me like this? You are nothing but a disappointment, a worthless child who ran away. Where have you been? What do you expect to accomplish by showing up here?"

_______'s heart pounded in their chest, their hands trembling. They had hoped for some semblance of understanding or remorse from their father, but it seemed that the years had not softened his heart. The memories of his cruelty and abuse resurfaced, threatening to consume _______ once more.

Summoning every ounce of strength, _______ looked their father in the eyes, refusing to cower. "Listen. I came here to confront my past, to find closure, and to heal. I refuse to let your actions define me any longer. I am not the weak child you once terrorized."

Their father's face twisted with anger, his voice laced with venom. "You think you can stand up to me? After everything I've done for you? I made you who you are, and this is how you repay me? You are nothing without me."

"You have no right to tell me what or who I am or am supposed to be!"

_______ felt a surge of anger and defiance rise within them. They had spent years believing those words, internalizing the blame and shame. But now, they knew better. They had found a newfound strength within themselves, nurtured by the love and support they had received from their true family.