That Butler, Isekaid (Modern!Reader Insert)

That Butler; Mother

"She reminds me of the soft rain y'know?"

"Who?"

"My mother, she was soft and serene, kind but not too overbearing. She was a woman with grace and poise in her every move,"

As _______ and Ciel stood together, their thoughts drifting to memories of their late mothers, a bittersweet atmosphere enveloped them. The rain continued to fall outside, its gentle rhythm serving as a backdrop to their conversation.

"I miss her, C. My mother," _______ murmured, their voice filled with a mix of longing and nostalgia. "The soft rain... it reminds me of her, her comforting touch. She would always hold me close during storms, whispering soothing words to chase away my fears."

Ciel's eyes softened, his voice tinged with a melancholic tone. "I miss my mother too, _______. She had a gentle warmth about her, like a calming breeze on a summer's day. I remember how she would always speak softly, her voice like a lullaby that could chase away any worries."

They shared a moment of silence, lost in their own memories, before Ciel continued, his voice filled with a hint of vulnerability. "Sometimes, I wish I could go back to those moments, to feel her presence once more. But all we can do now is hold their memories close to our hearts and honor them in our own way."

_______ nodded, a soft sigh escaping their lips. "You're right , C. Our mothers may be gone, but their love and guidance continue to shape us. It's up to us to carry on their legacies, to live our lives in a way that would make them proud."

Ciel's gaze met _______'s, a shared understanding passing between them. "Yes, _______. We have a responsibility to honor the memories of our mothers by persevering through the challenges we face. They would want us to find strength and happiness, despite the pain of their absence."

_______ smiled, a hint of determination shining in their eyes. "I believe we can, C.. Just as our mothers wished for us to find happiness, we can build a future that reflects their love and the values they instilled in us."

Ciel's expression softened, a genuine warmth emanating from him. "Indeed, _______. We have each other, and we have our shared experiences. Let's lean on one another, drawing strength from our bond as we navigate the challenges that lie ahead."

As the rain continued to fall outside, _______ and Ciel stood side by side, finding comfort in their shared reminiscing. In that moment, they found solace in the memories they share...

"You always have such fancy stuff to say huh C? Heh, guess I'm still not all that used to it. Can you tell me more about your mom? In return I'll tell some about mine, whatchya say?"

Ciel's lips curved into a soft smile, a touch of nostalgia in his eyes. "Of course, _______. I'd be glad to share more about my mother. She was a remarkable woman, elegant and sophisticated in every way. Her name was Rachel Phantomhive, and she was the epitome of grace."

He paused for a moment, lost in his memories before continuing, "My mother had a deep love for art and music. She would often play the piano, filling the halls of the manor with beautiful melodies. I remember sitting by her side, listening to her play, and feeling a sense of peace."

_______'s eyes sparkled with curiosity as they listened, their interest piqued. "She sounds like a wonderful woman, C. It must have been amazing to have such talent and love for the arts. Did she teach you to play the piano as well?"

Ciel's gaze turned distant for a moment before he responded, "Yes, she did. She taught me the basics, and I would often practice in the music room. It was a way for me to connect with her, even after she was gone. Whenever I play, it feels like she's still with me, guiding my fingers across the keys."

_______'s expression softened, touched by Ciel's words. "That's beautiful, C. It's amazing how music can have such a powerful connection to our memories and emotions. I'm sure your mother would be proud to see the pianist you've become."

Ciel nodded, a hint of gratitude in his eyes. "Thank you, _______. I like to think that she would be proud. Now, tell me about your mother. What was she like?"

_______'s smile grew wistful as they began to share their memories. "My mother's name was (_________ __________). She had the most gentle and caring soul, always putting others before herself. She was an incredible cook, and her meals were amazing. I can still remember even the smell of her homemade (insert food here)."

Ciel's curiosity piqued as he listened intently. "Cooking, you say? It sounds like your mother had a talent for creating delicious meals. Did she pass down any recipes to you?"

_______ chuckled softly, a hint of nostalgia in their voice. "Oh, definitely. She taught me her secret recipes, and I've been trying my best to recreate her dishes. I don't always nail it but I try"

Ciel's eyes sparkled with interest as he leaned in closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, ________, if you ever need a taste tester for your culinary experiments, you know who to call. I'm always up for sampling new dishes, especially if they hold a special place in your heart."

_______ laughed, their heart warming at Ciel's enthusiasm. "I'll keep that in mind, C. You can be my official taste tester, and I'll make sure to prepare something special for you."

Ciel's smile widened, a playful edge to his voice. "I look forward to it, _______. It'll be a delightful exchange of memories and flavors. And who knows, perhaps we can even create our own recipes together, a blend of the Phantomhive and _______ legacies."

_______ nodded, a sense of excitement bubbling within them. "That sounds great, C."

As they stood there, sharing their memories and dreams, a sense of camaraderie grew between them. In that moment, they knew that they could lean on each other not just in times of darkness, but also in moments of joy and creativity. The rain continued to fall outside, the gentle patter against the windowpane serving as a backdrop to their conversation.

Ciel reached out, placing a hand on _______'s shoulder, his touch a reassurance of their growing connection. "_______, I'm grateful to have you in my life. Our shared experiences and the memories we create together, they hold a special place in my heart. Let's continue to support and inspire each other, both in the kitchen and in our daily lives."

_______ smiled, their eyes shining with gratitude. "I feel the same way, C. Your presence in my life has brought a sense of belonging and strength. It's been a while since I felt like I was meant to be anywhere. It's honestly nice.. Belonging somewhere..."

As they stood there, the rain continued to fall, but within the walls of the Phantomhive manor, a warmth radiated through their hearts. In that moment, _______ and Ciel knew that they had found not just friendship, but a connection that would withstand the test of time. And as they embarked on their culinary adventures and shared their stories, they would continue to discover the beauty in the little moments, finding solace in the rain and comfort in each other's presence.