餓鬼 - ghoul
a tokyo ghoul fanfic/one-shots
kaneki x reader one-shots
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the plot of this fanfic chapters i - ix are now discontinued! this book is now a kaneki x reader one-shots, please enjoy <3
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10/19/18 - #5 in kanekixreader
9/30/18 - #8 in kanek...
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the sound of screaming filled the empty park. blood gushing out from her side, tears in her eyes as she glanced up at him, struggling to stay conscious from the pain.
this wasn't like him, he would never do this. so why, why did this happen? how did this happen? what triggered him from his core to cause such events?
all she was doing was trying to calm him down. she knew he was going into a fight, and not being able to come or help, she worried for him. when he came back all messed up, she was trying to help by coming closer to see his wounds and making sure he was okay. yet then he attacked her.
"kaneki . . ." she made out. tears continued as she reached out for him, she needed to make sure he was ok. that's all she wanted.
"kaneki it's m-me . . . y/n," she tried to get him back to his old self.
yet his eyes were still clouded by rage. he was blinded by whatever had happened earlier.
suddenly more pain came rushing through her, the wound was getting worse. she begged internally that she could stay awake long enough to help him, but it wasn't looking promising.
her voice wasn't getting to him, how could she change this around? her body wasn't allowing her to move and the pain was increasing.
she started moving her body by taking her arms and pushing the rest of her body forward. it was working yet her arms were going to be red and all scuffed up. moving her body towards him, he was staring her intensely, ready to pounce any minute.
once she made it to his feet, she touched his leg gently. he flenched, she smiled in relief he didn't make a move on her again.
"kaneki i'm here, it's only me and you." she blew out a sigh, anxiety was getting to her, but she had to push it away for him.
"k-kaneki it's alright, let's just breath and relax your muscles." his veins were popping out, blue and purple, making her nervous, wondering if this was even helping at all.
she rubbed his leg, trying to make him reassured it was alright.
he then golted towards her and bit her shoulder, she screeched . the pain was almost unbearable as his teenth were digging deeper into her skin. blood streaming down her arm and back, seeping through her clothes making her feel gross.
head starts to throb, feeling like several knifes stabbing her brain. eyes begin to feel like weights and throat drying out, making her voice fade as she yells out his name, hoping somewhere in him, he'll hear her desperate calls.
finally once her body has taken enough of the excruciating pain, her eyes shut and body becomes limp. her voice manages to whisper his name one last time before giving out as well.
when her body stops movement except her chest moving up and down, he takes his teenth out of her bloody, bruised shoulder.
staring at her unconscious body, his senses begin to come back to him. as his eyes lose the rage glimmer they had before, he is revealed what he did.
the women he loved, unconscious in front of him. blood covered the both of them, their wounds both deep.
tears form in his eyes as he gets reminded what he did to her, the memories that flood him make his skin crawl. glancing at his hands, arms, chest, legs, all covered in regret and rage.
his body wanting to give up as, he lays with her, holding her cold hand. as he falls into sleep he can't help but grow hatred towards himself for what he did, how could he have harmed the woman he loves and cherishes?
a few hours past and night starts to lighten up, kaneki wakes up, still hold her hand, his body slightly healed, but not to its full extent. he forces his body to get up and take y/n into his arms. as much as he'd rather to continue laying there, he didn't want to cause a scene in the morning to the locals.
he struggled to carry her as his body used the energy he had left. her body was cold and fragile. the blood was drying on her body, yet the wounds were still dripping out crimson blood. he couldn't stop it til he made it inside to get the first aid kit she always had for him.
he tripped on the stairs, her body almost falling out of her grasp. he reacted quick, making his somewhat closed wounds reopen. he gasped as she was back into his arms, he bit his bottom lip, holding in the pain.
once to the door, he couldn't take it so be kicked it down, knowing he'd have to fix it later, but that wasn't as important as her.
he later her on the floor and rushed to the closet to where the first aid kit was. he snacked it and when back to her, his hands were flimsy as he went through the supplies. finding what he needed, his hands touched her to see the deep bloody sounds he caused. he grunted in anger at himself, taking tweezers and a cotton ball with peroxide, he slightly tapped on her wounds. he worked on her, his hands shaking the whole time, worried he tried to control them, but it wasn't working.
he had stitched her up and put gauze around and on the wounds, put tape to hold it. he smiled in relief for only a second before he remembered his own wounds as pain rushed through him. he then worked on himself, hands still unsteady.
once done, he carefully picked her back up and layed her on her bed. he dropped to her side and took her hand. as he sat by her, tears filled his eyes again, he was in guilt for what he had done, how could she ever forgive him?
