Cielois Oneshots

Stop it.

It's short I'm sorry but it's to get a message across okay so just

POSSIBLE SUICIDE TW OKAY IDK
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"I'm gonna kill myself."

"I want to die."

"I'll just swallow a whole bottle of pills."

That's all you could hear flying out of his mouth. Phantomhive, that is. It was like he was a broken record.

It hurt Alois to see him like this. He wanted him to be happy. He wanted to give him the world. He wanted to provide joy for him, wanted to make life better for the both of them. But Ciel wasn't having that, oh no.

"Hey, Alois?"

"Mhm..?"

He looked up to the boy, an eyebrow quirked as he fixed the hair that had previously fallen into his eyes.

"D'ya think anyone'd care if I just died? Like, fell off the earth, or something."

"Me. I'd care."

"No, besides you. No parents to worry about, no siblings, basically no family, and you're my only friend. What if I just.. Evaporated?"

"Do you actually want to die, Ciel?"

He shrugged and looked forward. Passive, as ever. Alois sighed, looking back down at the pavement.

"Hey, you okay? You look emo or something. Really depressed."

"Just tired,"

He replied with.

"Nothing to worry about."

He lied. He was really depressed. His best friend-- no, it was more. His crush. His crush constantly talked about dying, and it was eating him apart. He didn't know how to feel. He just felt so useless. He couldn't help it.

"Alright. Oh, anyway, about Sebastian,"

Ah. He met a boy in the next city over who said he'd be visiting in the summer, and he'd been obsessing over the guy for the past two-or-some weeks, and it was all Alois was hearing. He was glad at least he could keep him happy. As long as he wasn't talking about suicide, he'd be fine.

Except that just wasn't it.

-x-x-

"Uugghh, I just want to go home and die,"

God. No. Not again.

"Why?"

"Why do you always ask me 'why'? Like, I just. I don't want to live. It's so boring, and I hate everyone, and--"

"Stop it."

"What?"

"Stop. It."

Ciel stayed silent and looked over at the blond with slight surprise. He hadn't heard him use that tone of voice on him before.. It stung.

"You don't want to die. Really. There is so much you haven't seen, so much you haven't done, and fuck I'm so tired of you doing this to me!"

"Trancy, I--"

"No, Ciel, god damn it I'm so fucking in love with you, yet so sick of being so helpless, I am in PAIN and it's because I can't help you do anything about this CONSTANT NEED to announce you want to drop dead! I will ask you one more time, do you REALLY want to die, REALLY? And give me a good explanation if yes that isn't just "people" or "anxiety" or anything. Elaborate."

Ciel stood there. He stayed silent. He lowered his head. Alois looked up more and crossed his arms over his chest, a sad and angry expression on his face.

"If you were killed tomorrow, how would you feel? How would everyone else feel?"

He felt his voice breaking and the tears pricking his eyes as he uncrossed his arms and clenched his fists at his sides, continuing to speak.

"God fucking damn it Ciel Phantomhive I've loved you since 4th grade and I'm so tired of hearing this because I just want you happy and to live with me forever and try new things that you've never tried before because you're ALIVE and you can DO THIS life is FUN you just have to wait, and... And.."

He sobbed out as he raised one of his hands to his eyes to wipe away the tears that had started falling, before he felt hands on his cheeks. He sniffled and looked up, before his lips were met with another soft pair.

He kissed him.

Alois placed one of his hands on Ciel's shoulder and kissed back, the tears still falling as he pressed his lips against the others in sad desperation.

Ciel pulled away first and hugged Alois close, rubbing circles in between his shoulder blades.

"I couldn't die. Then I'd be leaving you. I wouldn't be able to handle the after life without you, Alois. You're really gay, and you're also trash, but now you're MY gay trash and I promise I won't leave."

He sobbed again and buried his face in Ciel's shoulder, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling him closer.

"Bloody hell, you're such an ass.."

He whimpered, tightening the grip around the small of his back.

"Speaking of ass, yours is pretty fucking sweet. I've been waiting years to tell you, you know."

He let out a laugh as he sniffled again and shook his head.

"Fucking dumbass..."

"Don't forget nerd, whore, trash, gaybae, and--"

"Oh, stop it."

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Short fic for that asshole Kara that keeps saying she wants to die because my heart hurts for you man. I mean, like, I don't have a crush on you or anything that's gay (like us. We are very gay. But not like-- you know what I mean, you turd.)

In all honesty it sucks when you say that because I feel like I'm doing something wrong and I really don't want you to die and I don't want you to want to die and I want so much happiness for you and fuck we are 14 you shouldn't want this already just be happy and cosplay and love your internet boyfriend Dave or whatever he is man I don't know just please love yourself because it can hurt more than just you when you do shit like that all the time.

I love you, no homo (slight homo), stay alive, and fucK YOU FOR MAKING ME WRITE FICS FOR YOU YOU BLOODY SLAVE DRIVER JESUS S T O P.

Okay. Stupid authors note. Bye.