*KNB x Tokyo Ghoul Crossover*
Ghoul! Aomine’s Snap After Starving for his S/O
Wow, so I’ve had this in mind for quite a while now and I wanted to see how this would come out ouo
I’m rather proud of this one, oh yes indeed owo
So, let me know if you guys would like to see more like this!))
long has it been since you’ve eaten, Daiki?
Oh God, the smell. That wretched
smell. Why was it so appealing to everyone? Why did people find it so…delectable?
It all had a horrid scent and the taste was even worse. The mere thought made
his stomach churn, a look of disgust molding those tanned features of his
despite the aching hunger he felt. All around him were Humans, normally going
about their lunch. Eating. None of
them suspected what lurked among them. None of them were the wiser.
you really hold back with this wafting through your senses, Daiki? All the
Humans. All the prey. All the fresh meat.
How had he survived thus far without snapping? How had he made
it through so long without grabbing the nearest Human who got on his nerves and
sinking his teeth into their irresistible flesh? They were all young, pure…Well,
most of them, anyways. His oceanic hues sharply watched from the rooftop of the
school building as students gathered in their groups to eat out by the
of them know.
can go down there.
you deserve a meal, too?
So normal. So happy. Laughter filled the courtyard as joyous
shrills of conversation flooded his eardrums. So innocent. So exposed. He could go down there. He
could find one of the kids who ate by themselves. He could easily kill them. He
could easily devour them. Yet, he couldn’t really do all of that, could he? No,
the risk was far too great. What if he was caught?
you feel that?
you feel the ache?
know you want it.
a monster, but monsters need to eat, too.
you want to eat, Daiki?
His tongue slowly slid across his lips, almost being able to
taste the flesh from way up on the rooftop of every single teenager he would
sink his teeth into. What would happen if he just ran ramped through the
courtyard, just tearing into every student he could? What would happen if those
long, slick, beautiful tentacles burst from his lower back as he sprinted
through the yard and pierced every single one of them through the chest? Surely
the Doves would come, but…
would dine like a King, Daiki.
Vigorously so, he shook his head, growling at himself. No, he couldn’t
do that. He wouldn’t allow it to happen. What would happen if you saw? If you
found out about the true monster he was? Sure, many people call him a monster
because of his skills with a basketball, but did that really characterize a ‘monster’?
No, monsters were supposed to be imaginary beasts from the darkest abysses,
only living in your dreams, but there he was. He was a living nightmare, a
breathing sin. In no way, shape or form could he ever let you know what he was.
world is made up of sin and you are merely a part of that truth.
Humans think they can control you, but really, who has ever been able to
control you, Daiki?
No, they didn’t control him. The Doves thought that, by killing
multitudes of his species, they would get rid of them. They’re treating the
species like an invasion of pests from the deepest parts of the Nether World,
but that’s not how it works. He isn’t under their control. No, he was under his
own control. The only reason he hadn’t snapped so far was simply because of
you. The risk was far too great, the loss far too crippling. He’s starved
himself for three months, the ache in his stomach agonizing, and it was all for you.
He needed to get these thoughts of food out of his head.
He needed to find some sort of solution.
He needed to fill that instinctive ache with something greater
He needed to have you.
Fed up with the thoughts that consumed his very sanity, the
tall, tanned, proud Ghoul stood to his feet and scanned the courtyard to its
full extent. You were the only one who managed to calm the dark parts of his
thoughts and he desperately needed your remedy. He had been trying to ignore
your scent this entire time so his distant thoughts didn’t lead him to doing
something he would regret, but it was always engraved into his mind. Your scent
was unique, original, unable to be duplicated. It made violent shivers run down
his spine whenever he took it in, forced his blood to pump faster and the true
color of his eyes to show, but he willed it to stop. He needed to concentrate.
Picking up your scent through the many others that mixed over
the school grounds, he nodded to himself and began his descent from the roof.
He had been with you for quite a while now, but he still hadn’t told you what
he was. He could never tell you what
he was. How would you respond? What if you hated him like all other Humans
hated his species? What if you turned him into the CCG? The betrayal would tear
All these thoughts and so much more clouded his mind, refusing
to let him see straight as he simply allowed for your scent to guide him. He
seemed off, distant, almost like a zombie with his walk. His oceanic hues had
dulled down from their sharp color because of this confusing mix of emotions
and the insistent voice in his head which told him to leave you on your own for
now so he could eat. He needed food, but he needed you more.
Eventually, your scent had led the tanned Ghoul out to the back
of the school and only when the large shadow the building cast fell over him
did he snap himself back to reality. Why did your scent pull him here? You
never came here for lunch. This secluded section of the area with the trash and
fenced off alleyway was nowhere somebody like you would be. However, that was
when he picked up on something else.
A completely different scent that didn’t belong to you.
He didn’t recognize it as any of your friends or any fellow classmate
the two of you were at least on okay-grounds with. No, this scent was completely
off. A male’s scent. It made his
blood boil at the realization, his footsteps speeding up until he turned a
corner. Off to the far side, there you were, pinned by the male he had scented
out on his way over. You were cornered, pushed up against the wall with your
hands held up over your head by him. Tears visibly trickled down the pathways
of your cheeks as you turned your view away from him when he leaned towards
you, growling something in your ear.
you hungry, Daiki?
Who the hell did that Human swine think he was?! Touching HIS
mate?! Oh no, that simply wouldn’t do! Without hesitation, the enraged Ghoul
sprinted forward, catching the Human male off guard with a harsh punch to the
cheek. This caused him to release you, stumbling off to the side and actually
falling to the ground. “D-Daiki…!” You whimpered heavily to him through shaken
tears, trembling violently as you slid down the wall.
Yet, he couldn’t hear you.
He couldn’t even smell you.
Right now, all that was on his mind was getting rid of the bull
that strayed too far from the herd of cattle.
Everything seemed to happen so much faster than he could
comprehend. He wasn’t thinking, he was only responding. Punch after punch, he
managed to deflect everything the Human tried to throw at him and hit him right
back with twice the force. He could feel the momentary indentation his fists
left upon the Human’s skin when they connected before it came back into place,
bruises no doubt starting to form.
It was second nature to him, pure instinct. To protect you was
as much a necessity as breathing was for him. No matter how hard he was with
his hits, however, the Human male seemed to refuse to back down from this
fight. He wasn’t going to back down any time soon, either, so he stood in front
of your crying, fearful form and watched as the Human got himself ready to
attack again. The sound of your sobbing made him grit his teeth, the urgency to
take you away from all of this getting more prominent. This is when instinct began
to take its rightful place on the throne in which sanity once sat upon.
long has it been since you’ve eaten, Daiki?
Everything seemed to go in slow motion as the Human began to
rush to him, bloodied and bruised.
you smell that, Daiki? Do you feel the blood on your skin?
He could feel his eyes begin to cloud over to their natural
Ghoulish black and red coloring.
a Ghoul, Daiki. You must eat. You need to eat. The Human bull is frightening
your mate, Daiki. He can’t get it through his head to leave her alone even
after the beating. He’s a threat and there is only one thing left to do.
The four deep ocean blue colored tentacles burst from his lower
back as a feral growl left him, though in place of a snarl, a sadistic smile
The Human didn’t see it coming. He didn’t have time to pull back
when the Ghoul finally showed his true colors and pounced, having been poked
far too many times. With loud laughter, his beautifully slick Rinkaku masked its
oceanic appearance with red, piercing through the weak veil of the Human’s
skin. He leaned down as the tails continued their destructive work and sank his
teeth roughly into his victim’s neck, tearing out a large chunk of flesh before
allowing it to slip down his throat.
like a King.
Once he was placed into this ravenous mood, there was no
stopping him from finishing what he started. You watched with wide, teary eyes
as your beloved boyfriend tore into the flesh of your attacker, having long
since died by the first tentacle’s jab through the chest. You were speechless,
timid, unable to comprehend the fact at the moment that the boy you loved was a
Ghoul. The Doves said they were monsters. The Doves said they did nothing but
kill for sport. The Doves said they didn’t feel or have any sort of emotions.
Daiki had emotions.
Daiki had protected you.
Daiki wasn’t a
Before long, he had devoured the defenseless Human down to the
very bone, leaving nothing but scraps not even bottom feeders could pick at. He
slowly licked the blood off of his lips, his Rinkaku’s wild onslaught finally
calming down to simple swaying like that of a set of cat tails. Crimson blood
dripped from their tips as he brought them down towards his lips to lick them
clean after he had done the same to his fingers. Shaking, the tanned male
stared down at the bones of the Human who had tried to hurt you, his Ghoulish
hues wide and wild.
“D-Daiki…” You called out softly, shakily, making him slowly
turn his head to look over his shoulder. His eyes, though they remained with an
almost crazed look, softened a bit at the sight of your tearful form as you
made your way to him on unsteady feet. “_______,” He whispered, turning himself
completely to face you as he stood up tall. “I’m sorry…I-I’m so s-sorry…” He
muttered, stepping back from you, dark tears welling up in his eyes.
Had he lost it all?
“I didn’t want you to find out this w-way…I never w-wanted you
to-!” Mid-sentence, you shut him up by tightly hugging yourself to his chest,
shaking, but firm with your grip. His teary eyes widened as those waving
oceanic tentacles now swayed around the two of you, slowly closing in. He couldn’t
hold you himself, but it was almost like the Rinkaku had a mind of its own. He couldn’t lose you. “You’re n-not a
monster, D-Daiki,” You whimpered tearfully by his ear, tightening your hold on
him. “You never w-were…Please, j-just hold me…” You cried to him quietly against
the tanned skin of his neck.
Shaking his head, he remained frozen for a moment in place as he
took in your words and the heavy meaning they actually withheld. Soon, his
expression scrunched up, something that was rare for a tough man like him, and
he tightly hugged you back to him as his Rinkaku slowly dispersed into petals
of an Oceanside wind. His eyes reverted back to their regular coloration and
his hold only grew stronger as a tear or two dripped down his cheeks.
did it, Daiki.
finally let it snap.
are simply a living, breathing being that has the necessity to eat.
mate loves you, Daiki.
can be happy together.
hunger will always return and the beast will thrive once more.
- I’m 13
- I’m literal phan trash
- I fence competitively
- I like to sing
- youtube is everything
- I love WILD and TRXYE
- I love TØP
- I don’t like to capitalize things
- I went to miranda camp
- tyler Oakley favorite 3 of my tweets
- i have too many existential crises
just send me a message if you want to be my smol bean thanks
Imagine Marinette having to lie on why she has muscles. Like she doesnt know what to say when confronted about it so she thinks about a random believable sport and with her being adrien trash she says fencing
(Part 2 of 3) And then her friends want her to have a friendly match or whatever with adrien and then she freezes up. So she asks cat noir (as ladybug) if he knows any good fencing instructors, and when he says yes she asks him to bring them to marinettes house
(Part 3 of 3) But then cat noir appears on her roof like “i heard the princess needed a knight?” and shes like “ooooh crap you were talking about yourself” and boom pathetic marichat fic
Yes. I love. Of course she could also use baking as an excuse because have you seen bakers? Holy crap. I either want to marry or be a baker.
But this is a Marichat fanfiction just waking to happen. Someone make it happen.
Everything is ¼ rotated. My head, neck, shoulders, resolve. I’m seeing through glasses mangled after the exposure to the surface of the moon, it was hard beneath my feet but toxic to everything else. A thin layer of moon dust coats my insides. The bubbles out of bottles shake it up a little, but it settles back down. It’s the only thing I’ll keep with me.
My brown hair falls flat and greasy, but I can pull a comb through it. I never got that chance to run my hand up his leg and ask him to tell me some story about meat, or a friend. A taller man picked me up and held me in the air. That was a new experience. The tears that I thought came from loss and sadness might have just been a twisted kind of joy, and being overwhelmed with new.
I belong at the end of the world. That’s where I like it. Where only the stars watch my confused saline slide down my cheeks and everything is a little bit quieter. When the lights, so many lights, shining in the distance disappear in a cloud of moon dust and the only thing left is the sliver of moon in the sky- reset.