AU where Zen is a ghoul in love with his human girlfriend ouo reader x zen story.
I’m going to assume this is a request and not just a “oh hey, have you considered this idea” sort of thing? In any case, you have no idea how much I love this cross-over, like, sign me the fuck up any time. Ghoul!Zen excites me to no end. And I don’t usually do this, but considering how this request ended, feel free to ask for a continuation with a happier ending if you’d like. I wouldn’t mind. Thank you for requesting!
If there was anything that falling in love taught Zen, it was self-control. He had used to be so impulsive, constantly giving in to his hunger and thirst and preying on whatever poor human happened to pass by. Of course, he was careful to not rouse suspicion or gather enemies, but he was much more wild in his younger days.
Then he met you in a quaint coffee shop one fine afternoon, and he never knew just how much love could change someone. You were sitting by yourself at a table in the corner of the shop, immersed in your phone. It was then some jerk had approached you and started to give you trouble, invading your personal space. Whether you were a ghoul or human, it didn’t matter to Zen; he was not one to just idly sit by and watch a woman get harrassed.
The young man stood up from his seat and started to make his way over when you “accidentally” spilled some of your coffee on the man bothering you. The man screeched and looked ready to pick a fight when Zen grabbed the male’s wrist, his grip threatening. “Do you need something with my girlfriend?” Zen asked, squaring his shoulders and standing his ground.
The other man realized this was a fight he would lose, so he gave up and sulked away. Zen’s eyes followed him leave before sitting down on the chair in front of you, one of your eyebrows raised. “And just what kind of boyfriend sits at another table the entire time and not with his girlfriend?” You spoke, suspicious but grateful at the same time.
“A bad one who gets really nervous with such a pretty lady,” Zen replied with an apologetic look. “Forgive me?”
Your shoulders relaxed when you realized that the young man before you wasn’t a threat. You leaned back on your chair, your fingers moving to twirl some locks of your hair. “Buy me a cup, and I’ll consider it.”
Zen’s gaze flickered over to the barista who had been keeping watch on them. She shot the ghoul a silent warning, and he understood, but even so, he smiled at you. “You got it.”
It’s been a couple of months since then, and both you and Zen really hit it off well. He was super affectionate and always caring for your well-being. He did tend to get overprotective at times, but he never overstepped his boundaries either. The young man fell in love with you more and more with each passing day, and it was getting more difficult for him in keeping his secret.
He never meant to keep the fact that he was a ghoul secret from you, but he was scared. He was terrified that you would leave him if you found out. So he was careful and meticulous. He even tried to stop eating as much so that he can pretend that he was just a normal human like you, but perhaps that was a bad idea in the long run.
You and Zen were spending some time alone in your apartment. The young man was gushing about how cute you were when you decided to finally shut him up with a kiss like you always did. And as always, Zen would respond with kissing you back with intense ferocity that made your knees weak. Zen pushed his weight against you, bringing the both of you to topple over on the bed.
The young man broke the kiss apart with a sharp gasp for air before dipping his head down to your neck. He kissed and licked along your skin, smiling in satisfaction at the pleased hum you let out, and Zen pressed his hips firmly against yours. His hands travelled all along your body, your own arms rising to wrap around the male’s neck.
What happened next was a surprise. A rather unpleasant one at that. Zen bit hard at your skin, and you shrieked in pain, pushing the young man off of you. You lifted a hand to where Zen bit to help soothe the pain when you felt a warm and sticky liquid underneath your palm. You shot your gaze over to Zen. “What—”
You interrupted yourself, your eyes being met with terrifying ones. Zen wiped the blood on his lips with the back of his hand, a curse tumbling out of his lips. A ghoul, you realized far too late. Zen was a ghoul. Your body reacted immediately while your mind still lagged behind on what to do. You got off the bed, your legs ready to run when you felt a hand on your wrist before you were suddenly yanked back to the mattress, Zen’s body hovering over you and keeping a vice-like grip on your wrists.
He knew he messed up and wanted to apologize before you could run away, but Zen could hear your heart racing and feel your blood pumping, and it excited him deep to his core. But then he saw the complete fear in your eyes. The way your lips trembled as you tried to hold back your whimpers sent guilt to rise in his chest. His heart ached when he saw your tears, and suddenly, Zen can’t find the words.
“…Sorry.” The young man muttered out a single word, his eyes burning with unshed tears before getting off of you. You weren’t given a chance to speak, Zen already running to the door and leaving you.
To the three men who I had a wonderful conversation with tonight,
I’ll admit, I was a bit intimidated by the seating arrangment tonight, even though I was sitting with my family I was placed closer to you. Even though the boat got canceled due to lightening, I will never forget out conversation. I heard about your travels and your experience teaching. I heard about adventures and problems within your lives and I just took it all in. It fascinated me. Thank you for opening my mind and giving me more knowledge, even if to you it was just talking about your lives, it widened my knowledge and inspired me. I have made it my mission as a teenage girl to continue to learn and be inspired by older people that I meet along the way. So far I have heard stories from the elderly group of volunteers at the food bank I volunteer at, the older woman at the dog park, and now you, two retired teachers and one practicing. Thank you for your knowledge, and advice on a little aspect of life.