Mr. Sad Face || Ciel X Reader Completed ||

Call Me Alois

Note : This is the real part six. Sorry, I just had to with that April Fool's joke. Eh, my birthday is on the eighth of January, and I hate me sucky life. Anyways!

What was this feeling you were feeling inside? All the hatred and grief seemed to be happiness and beauty.

You never thought anything would come to this. Even though you had a crush on him, and devoted your life to his happiness.

Maybe....just being there for him was enough happiness.

No. You wanted him smiling every second he had. You wanted to do more. And so, you were going to do more.

Ciel finally pulled back away from you, and smiled.

You couldn't help but smile at him as well. Had you thought your game plan would work, you would've used it as a Trump card. Or a Donald Trump card, excuse me.

(Sorry, but I might be moving to an island now that DT is president. Or I'll be going to Washington D.C. for a little "trip" and come back to realize DT is dead and no one knows who killed him *wiggles eyebrows*.)

You two rode in a pleasant silence that didn't feel awkward whatsoever.

(You're lucky. Not many people can sit in silence and not feel awkward).

Finally, you arrived at the Phantomhive manor and Sebastian opened the carriage door for both of you.

You went to your room and collapsed on the bed. He was yours. Your master.

No one else's. Just your Ciel. And that's how you liked it.

But you knew you really didn't love him. He doesn't even feel the same. You thoughts turned melancholy yet you shook them out of existence.

[Meanwhile...] (This is my thought of Aloizabeth)

Claude Faustus (fuck you) was glad at the pleasant silence that was left after the party. He began to clean up in this silence, humming the poem he made in his diary.

I may be a demon, torture is my sounding plead
But I found myself a happiness, his name is Alois

Just kidding!

No, he was thinking if Ciel Phantomhive had bled during the party. He was looking for a trace of it.

Any of it.

Suddenly, Claude heard weeping. At first he thought it was his imagination and worked again.

But the weeps became uncertain sobs, and it was making Claude annoyed. 💢💢💢

Claude found Lady Elizabeth Ethel Cordelia Midford of Scotney under a table, crying.

She was dressed as either an Indian or a Native American. Either way, she looked ridiculous.

Luckily, Claude was one hell of a butler (too) and he refrained from laughing at the girl.

"Whatever's the matter, my Lady?" Claude asked.

"It's just awful. I was forgotten here, and I can't remember where my home is from here." Elizabeth said.

Claude gestured the blonde girl to Alois's room.

Alois perked up when he saw Elizabeth. She gulped. Not him again.

"Lady Elizabeth! What seems to be troubling you?" Alois asked.

His voice was.....serious.

It creeped Lizzie out but she smiled it away. "Hello, my Lord. I seem to've been deserted here and I need help getting back home." She said.

Alois seemed impressed. "We can't send you out at night. Why, it's too dangerous. What kind of noble would I be to let someone defile such a pretty flower?" He said, and touched Lizzie's hand.

She flinched. Hopefully, Alois didn't notice. "I-I'm fine, I can handle myself." Lizzie said, her voice small.

Alois shook his head. "You can't go out there all alone. You'll have to stay the night until dawn."

Stay here with him?!

Oh come on, he's not that bad.

Okay, so maybe he is kinda bad.

Lizzie reluctantly agreed, seeing as if she had no choice in the matter.

"Thank you, my lord." Lizzie said.

"Please; call me Alois."

And here begins my cutie patootie chappie! Filled with my ship, Aloizabeth. I find them cute though. Alois is unstable and needs a smile while Lizzie wants to make someone happy and fill their life with cupcakes and rainbows. And to me, they're a perfect match. How adorable!