That Butler, Isekaid (Modern!Reader Insert)

That Butler; Parade

As the boat parade draws to a close, Ciel finds himself soaked and annoyed by the turn of events. His usually pristine appearance is marred by wet clothes and clinging hair. He glances around, watching as the other students continue to celebrate and have fun. The laughter and music fill the air, but Ciel cannot seem to shake off his frustration. However, amidst all the merriment, his eyes catch the sight of ______, his servant/friend and the object of his ever-present affection. ______ stands near the edge of the crowd, their eyes sparkling with laughter as they watch the festivities. Ciel's heart skips a beat, and he can't help but feel a surge of warmth that cuts through his annoyance.

Ciel takes a step closer, intent on approaching ______. The sound of the music fades into the background as he focuses solely on them. ______ turns, catching sight of him, and a smile lights up their face. It's a smile that makes his heart race and his breath quicken. "______, may I have a moment with you?" Ciel asks, his voice soft yet filled with a determination only known to him. He holds out his hand, offering it to them, a silent invitation.

______'s eyebrows raise slightly, confusion flickering through their features before ______ places their hand in Ciel's, the touch sending a jolt of electricity through him. They then slip away from the crowd, finding a quiet spot away from the revelry. Ciel's heart pounds in his chest as he searches for the words that have been swirling in his mind for days.

"There's something I want to tell you," he begins, his voice shaking ever so slightly. He takes a deep breath, gathering his thoughts.*

"Hold up, freeze. You're soaking wet, wouldn't want another asthma attack..." ______ stops him, quickly and carefully pulling off his soaked coat, and draping a warm white towel over him. Drying him to the best of her abilities. ______ finishes, having dried most of the water off him. And smile a little, their sweet eyes aglow with life and beauty. Their fingers carefully weaving through his hair, and leaving him electrified by every touch. His body tingling with their proximity, and the possibility of something more between them.

But before he can even speak again, they're interrupted by an approaching Edgar. The blonde smiling at the two, happily asking Ciel who the lovely individual tending to him is.

"Good day my lord, apologies for the intrusion. I am ______, a servant of the Phantomhives. I am here to tend to my master" ______ bowing politely and speaking with their ever-gentle voice, introducing themself as Ciel's servant.

"A delicate flower like yourself? A servant? Why, you should be a portrait rather than a servant with that face! Tell me, are you perhaps open for a conversation later?"

"Umm..."

Ciel is not too pleased with Edgar's sudden interest in ______, standing between them and trying to stay composed. His anger and jealousy boiled beneath the surface of his standoffish façade.

Ciel's eyes narrow as he glares at Edgar, his possessiveness and protectiveness flaring up. He steps forward, positioning himself between Edgar and ______, shielding them from the blonde's prying eyes.

"Redmond, I suggest you mind your own business," Ciel retorts, his voice dripping with venom. "______ is my servant, and their time belongs to me. I have no interest in sharing their company with anyone else."

Edgar's smile falters for a moment, his eyes narrowing in response to Ciel's sharp words. But true to his nature, he quickly recovers, his smile turning into a playful smirk.

"Well, well, Phantomhive, a possessive one I see. But I must say, you have quite the eye for beauty," Edgar says, his voice laced with amusement. "Perhaps we can discuss this matter further at a later time."