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There's liquid running down his cheeks; he can't tell if it's tears, blood or dripping remorse.
You were never supposed to die, you should have been tucked away in the home he had made sure was safe with your friend (protection he didn't quite like) and dog (protection he'd never admit to loving). It was your own fucking fault that you wound up on the battle field and he'd had to kill you.
Someone else would have gotten you eventually, at least he was merciful.
Considering all he could have done, Ayato was pretty sure his method couldn't have been bettered - smashing your head till you lost consciousness enough for him to rip your heart out.
You had gotten involved in wrong world, you were the one that had fallen in love first.
Of all romances between humans and ghouls, this had been a futile attempt.
You were never supposed to die, you should have been tucked away in the home he had made sure was safe with your friend (protection he didn't quite like) and dog (protection he'd never admit to loving). It was your own fucking fault that you wound up on the battle field and he'd had to kill you.
Someone else would have gotten you eventually, at least he was merciful.
Considering all he could have done, Ayato was pretty sure his method couldn't have been bettered - smashing your head till you lost consciousness enough for him to rip your heart out.
You had gotten involved in wrong world, you were the one that had fallen in love first.
Of all romances between humans and ghouls, this had been a futile attempt.
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gradual | ayato kirishima
Affection SeriesTokyo Ghoul | Ayato KirishimaLanguage + Mentions of Abuse from Aogiri + Ayato Warning
There were a lot of words you would use to describe Kirishima Ayato. Stubborn. Asshole. A bit of a Tsundere. But, he was a sweetheart - even if he hated displaying it. He would often insult you when you told him how you knew he actually was, but you brushed it off. He could be warm and affectionate. If he made you upset, he tried to get you not to be mad at him. Ayato was covered by a hard shell of his own design, the hatred of humans and the blood lust that always followed him on his hunts being the most known shell. He was easily angered an
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[Ayato Kirishima x Reader] Fire
"[y/n]."
It wasn't a question, or an exclamation. But neither was it a statement, either. The utterance of the name was almost a verbal caress, a slight sense of wonder portrayed through the vocalization of a single word.
The bearer of the name turned towards the speaker, a slight smile on her lips.
"Ayato."
A young man, with hair such a shade of blue that seemed to shine with silver streaks in the moonlight, nodded at her. She wasn't expecting him to smile. He was Ayato, of course- but she didn't mind. [y/n] was perfectly willing to take the boy she loved as he was without question (or at least not
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| memory |. ayato kirishima
There was a slight comfort in visiting the cemetery. Memories flooded at the back of your mind, an ocean full of drowned ships. Splintered pieces of wood and ripped sails still surging in the heavy wind. Drowned memories which you never bothered, or never wanted to dig up. Every time you tried to venture through that ocean to find melodies of happiness, you would be bleeding because of the sharp edges of the dreadful past. You never wanted to unravel the cause of this pain as it would only drench you into the myriad of thoughts. Consuming you. Absorbing you. Its thick tentacles plunging into your chest mercilessly.
It was hard to survive th
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I only own my words and my ideas.
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Walk of shame when you missed publishing this on Ayato's birthday.
I only own my words and my ideas.
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Walk of shame when you missed publishing this on Ayato's birthday.
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oh well okay now im crying