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YOU LIKE REYLO??? I LOVE REYLO! A continuation of that ayahina au?

REYLOOOOOOOOOOOO FOR THE WIN. (I’m SO excited for TLJ). 

Ayato avoids Supreme Leader Eto the next day. She’ll read his mind and see that he’s fallen more in love with the lowly scavenger Hinami.

General Takizawa, however, notices a bruise on Ayato’s neck and can’t resist a whistle.

“Shut up,” Ayato growls.

“Why?” Takizawa is ready to tattle at any minute.

“Because otherwise I’ll make sure you have to face Hinami in a battle,” Ayato snaps.

“That would only occur if you switched sides.” Takizawa gasps. “Is that the plan? Can I tell Eto?”

“I hate you.”

“I hate you, too.” Takizawa sighs. “Which is why I feel obliged to tell you HInami has been summoned by Supreme Leader Eto.”

Ayato freezes. “You’re lying.”

“Nope.” 

Ayato shoves Takizawa out of the way and dashes towards Eto’s throne room.

He shoves open the door, terrified. He can take the blame. He can.

“So he appears.” Eto cackles. She has Hinami frozen from the force. “Your reports of her loyalty were sorely dishonest.”

“She’s not a spy.” Ayato’s heart twists to see Hina staring desperately in his direction. She can’t quite move her eyes to his.

“But neither does she want the dark side of the force,” Eto says.

Hinami meets Ayato’s eyes, breaking the force for a second. And he hears her thoughts in his. I don’t want her dark side. Her side abused you even more than the Jedi, and I refuse to bow to it.

Ayato flinches. More than the Jedi? No, Eto is the one who comforted him when Uncle Yomo abandoned him as a lost cause. 

And yet…and yet, HInami wants him. Hinami of neither light nor dark. 

Perhaps he can master the Grey Jedi apart from Eto. With Hina, who was strong enough to move her eyes when Eto force-bound her. 

Ayato stretches out his hand towards her.

“What are you doing?” Eto barks.

“Choosing, as you always wanted.” Ayato watches Hinami slowly extend her hand towards him. Eto gasps.

Light and dark shoots between their fingers, emanating from both of them. The room quakes. Ayato and HInami tumble to the floor, free from Eto’s bind.

“Let’s go!” Hinami yells, clamoring to her feet. She grabs Ayato’s hand and flees the still-shaking room.

“I don’t know what’s happening!” Ayato yells.

“Me either. Find us a ship; I’ll fly us out.” 

Ayato’s heart turns. Arata was a pilot too. He should fly them out, not her.

They rush to the docks fighter jets. No stormtroopers pay attention, because Eto has yet to announce their treason. 

An alarm blares.

“Fuck,” Ayato hisses, yanking loose the ties to the fighter jet.

“You.” 

Ayato whirls around to see Takizawa standing there.

Ayato holds up his hand to freeze him.

“Wait!” Hinami steps forward. “Eto brainwashed you, too! You were a child! Come with us!”

Takizawa hesitates. Finally, he shakes his head. But when he speaks, he whispers, “I saw nothing.”

And then he steps out of their way.

“If Eto lets us go, she has a plan,” Hinami says quietly as she speeds out of their station.

Ayato swallows. “We’ll be ready. Together.”

They smile at each other. 

Hi!! I wanted to say thank you for doing the previous Eto asks ( I hope I don’t bother you to much, but your a good writer) and was hoping you could do Aogiri members reactions to Eto getting married, bonus if you might hint at Tataras punishment. Thank you again and have another good day/night. (Sorry if this is to long!)

You don’t bother me at all. I love your asks. ❤ Thank you for being so kind!

“Hah? A wedding? Aren’t we at war?” Ayato scoffs.

“Shut up, child,” Eto replies with a toss of her green hair. 

Noro crosses the room to wrap his arms around Eto. She squeaks as a surprising wash of emotions sprays her. Noro beckons for her fiance/e to approach, and they do with hesitance. 

Noro points a skeletal finger at them and shakes it firmly.

“I love her,” her fiance/e squeaks.

Noro nods with satisfaction.

“Congratulations, I guess,” Ayato mumbles. “That’s what I’m supposed to say, right?”

The door bangs open. 

“Why didn’t you tell me there was a meeting?” Tatara growls.

Eto wraps her arm around her fiance/e’s waist. “Because I’m announcing our  engagement and wasn’t sure I wanted to see you.”

Tatara at least has the grace to look abashed. 

“Apologize,” Eto says sweetly.

Tatara looks ill. He never apologizes. Ever.

But Noro inches closer to him, and Ayato smirks. 

Tatara shuffles forward. “I am sorry. I should not have hurt you.”

“Thank – thank you,” stammers the fiance/e. 

“Happy?” Tatara turns to Eto.

“I’ve got more public shaming planned, but after that, yes,” Eto purrs. “You’re officiating the wedding.”

Hinami, Ayato and Shuu teaching Goat kids how to use their kagune (and maybe Niji is there too)

“Wow, you have the prettiest kagune.” Niji can hardly restrain herself from her excitement to see Yotsume in the flesh.

“Thank you, Niji.” Hinami smiles.

She smiled at me! Niji squeals. 

“Let out your kagunes, kids. If any of you feel out of control for any reason, let us know and we’ll help you,” Tsukiyama announces, brandishing his koukaku with pride.

Niji releases her rainbow bikaku, and even Ayato looks impressed. She smiles tentatively. 

Around her, a gangly boy releases a koukaku twice his girth, and his little sister now looks like an angry bird. 

Ayato can’t help but fear he used to look like that. Hinami elbows him.

“Wow.” Shio, Rikai, and Yusa watch them excitedly. “We’re jealous.”

“Maybe later you can practice combat against Squad Zero,” Tsukiyama says brightly.

“But for now,” Ayato cuts in, “we’re just gonna use kagunes against the three of us.”

“Remember, you won’t be perfect at first. You’re using another muscle you’ve never used before,” Hinami says. “There’s no shame here.” 

“Help,” says a rinkaku boy. He writhes around not unlike Kaneki. 

Ayato winces, but begrudgingly heads over to the kid, who can’t be more than five. He’s a mite young to be here, but Ayato recalls what it was like wanting to join older crowds, so he doesn’t blame him.

“Ah!” The kid’s tentacles slap Ayato. He uses his ukaku to push it back against the floor, but suddenly he loses his balance and the concrete races up to meet him.  

“Oh no -” Hinami starts. 

When Ayato awakens, he sees the kid crying and Hina hovering over him.

“What happened?”

“You smashed your head.” Tsukiyama uses his koukaku to weigh down the kid’s rinkaku. “You tripped over his kagune.”

“So congratulations, you beat an SS rate ghoul.” Hinami smiles at the boy.

“I tried…over his kagune…” Ayato has no words.

Niji snickers, and soon everyone is laughing. Ayato brushes away his embarrassment when he sees the kindness in Hina’s eyes…and eventually, he laughs, too. 

Yomo with an so who is a mum or pop figure to Asa, Hinami, Touka, Ayato, x Kaneki 💕 Thanks ❤️

“They’re going to get married next, aren’t they?” Yomo looks ill as he eyes Ayato, whose arm is wrapped tight around Hinami.

“Probably. Isn’t it fantastic?” His S/O grins.

“Hey, hey, hey.” They rub Yomo’s shoulders. “I know it’s scary. But they have to live their lives someday.” They nod towards Kaneki and a very pregnant Touka. “And you’re doing a fine job supporting them.”

“Now I am,” Yomo confesses, “but I was never very good at it before. What if I fail again?”

His S/O throws back their head and laughs. “You will! It’s okay. Families stick together. Besides,” they add with a smirk, “Asa’s still single.”

“Oh, she is for now,” Yomo mutters. Truth to be told, he’s been quite pleased to accept Uta’s protege into their family. 

His S/O nods. “Good perspective to keep.”

Yomo groans. 

“Help me with the coffee, will you?” His S/O lifts a tray of brimming coffee mugs. With YOmo’s support, they saunter over to the table they share every night. Decaf for Touka, regular for everyone else.

“Thanks, [Name],” Hinami says sweetly. Ayato nods, but they can see the appreciation in his eyes.

Asa hurries over. “Thank you!”

“It’s no problem, really. How are you feeling, Touka?” They sit besides Yomo, their fingers laced between his.

This was one of their ideas Yomo treasures. Family coffee nights analogous to human family dinners. 

They’re Yomo’s favorite nights.

Irimi or Koma mentioning off hand that they got married and had a baby daughter during the timeskip like it’s not much of a big deal but then once they do, everyone in Goat who was in Anteiku is staring

“I’m so glad to see you two,” Kaneki whispers. 

“We’re glad to see you.” Koma clasps Irimi’s hand in his. 

Kaneki eyes their intertwined fingers. “Are you…together?”

“We got married while you were out there as CCG’s puppet,” Irimi said softly. “To honor you, really. You saved us, so we lived in your memory.”

Kaneki’s mouth opens. He feels a lump grow in his throat.

“And this is Ai.” Koma points to a baby carriage behind them.

“What?!” Kaneki chokes.

“It’s not a big deal,” Irimi says with a chuckle. 

Hinami eyes Touka, who shrugs. Kaneki looks stunned; Ayato, flabbergasted. And Yomo has always been awkward about these things.  

“Come on guys, say hello to the Devil Dober!” Irimi puts her hands on her hips. Koma scoops up their daughter, who cackles and reaches for his nose.

“She’s adorable,” Hinami finally says. “Can I hold her?”

“Of course.” Irimi nods towards Kaneki. Her point is clear. If you hadn’t saved us, Ai would’t exist.

Kaneki turns away so they won’t see him crying. 

Yomo funding out SO is a half ghoul

For all the time Yomo has spent with his S/O, he’s never shared a meal with them. 

Sharing a meal is frighteningly intimate for ghouls. They will see Yomo at his basest level, kakugans displayed, blood on his tongue. And he will see them.

They look nervous as Yomo hands them one of the two kidneys he pilfered from his fridge. 

Yomo smiles to settle them at ease. His corneas turn black, his irises red. 

They lower their eyes, forcing a smile of their own. When they raise their head, his breath catches.

Only their left eye is a kakugan. The other eye keeps its white cornea, its black iris. 

“[Name]?” Yomo coughs. He speaks more gruffly than he means. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was afraid it would disgust you,” they confess.

“Have you seen my nephew-in-law?” Yomo shakes his head. “No, you don’t disgust me at all.”

They laugh with relief. Before they bite into the kidney, Yomo leans across the table and kisses their lips. 

“I think you’re beautiful with just one kakugan.” 

Uta telling a story to his young child!?

“Papa, can I have a story?”

Uta smiles down at his kid. A quick peek at the clock reveals it’s nearly midnight. “You’re up late.”

“I wanted a story before I slept.” Their eyes are huge. 

“Okay.” Uta smirks and scoops his child into his arms. “Let’s go to your room and get you all tucked in first, hmm?”

“Can I have a glass of water, too?” 

“Of course.” Uta pours them a glass and strides upstairs to their room.

“Wanna hear the story of the faceless man and the raven?” 

“Yeah!” His child bounces up and down, splashing their water all over themselves. They giggle, and Uta rubs the top of their head.

“There was once a king without a face. All the creatures of the world obeyed him, and they bored him because they all acted the same. But one day he met a raven. The raven said ‘you don’t have a face’ and refused to obey him.”

“The raven was mean, just ‘cause he didn’t have a face.” 

“But was he?” Uta grins. “Because it turns out, the faceless king was very interested in this bird because he didn’t treat him like anyone else. So he sought out the raven and asked to be friends. It turned out the raven was just mean because he was sad that his sister had been killed by a hunter.”

“That’s not fair,” says his child, jutting out their lower lip.

“I agree,” Uta says. “But the king and the raven became fast friends from that point on.”

“Good,” mumbles the child, their eyelids closing.

“One day, the raven encountered the hunter. The king abandoned his kingdom to save his friend’s life and show everyone that the hunter was wrong to hurt the ravens. And you know what? He was happier working in a small shop with the raven than he had ever been as a king.” 

Uta glances towards the door and sees his S/O listening, a smile on their face. Warmth spreads through his chest.

All of Kaneki’s implied and canon admirers talk about how much they love Kaneki, what they want to do with Kaneki if they got into a relationship with him and what they love about him, what made them fall in love with him: so this includes Roma, Mutsuki, Hajime, Hinami, Touka, Rize, Tsukiyama, Hide, Saiko, Eto, etc (side comment: Boy Neki has himself a hell of a lot of admirers!)

Like how does Ken get and maintain these admirers I’m jealous.

“I’ll go first.” Touka sighs. She can’t believe Urie and Marude’s solution was a group therapy session for all of Kaneki’s admirers. 

“Now that he’s recovering in the hospital, you can all work out your problems,” Marude said. What a dumbass.

“I first fell in love when he told me he’d care if I died, even though I was a murderer,” Touka says, a sad smile on her face. “I just want to raise our kid together and give them…the childhood we never had.” 

“I fell in love with his scent,” says Tsukiyama. “And convinced myself I wanted to eat him instead of love him. Now I just want him to stay alive.”

“Tsukiyama is a bad example for ghouls,” Hinami says quickly. “I love how Onii-chan taught me to read. That’s why I want happiness for him.”

“He was tasty,” Rize says dreamily, still somewhat dead inside after being held captive for years. “I’d still like to eat him.”

“I like Maman because he always loved us when we were brats,” Saiko says, crossing her arms. “Now I just want to hug him and tell him he’s okay every day.” 

“I find him fascinating.” Eto grins. “So much potential. I’d torment him day and night.” 

“Potential tragedy. People who try to be good because they hate themselves are my weakness.” Roma giggles. “I love sitting back and watching.” 

“This is why you don’t have friends, old maid,” Eto shoots back.

“I like him because he’s what I want to be, only I’ll be better because I won’t betray CCG,” Hajime declares.

Hide shakes his head. “Kid.“

“What?!” Hajime huffs. 

“Never mind.” Hide sighs. “You know, I’m not sure. I think I always have, but I haven’t recognized it until it was nearly too late. Now I just want him to be happy.”

“What about you?” Hide turns to Mutsuki, who swallows hard.

“Uh…ummm…I like that he showed me kindness when I was a gross murderer,” Mutsuki whispers.

Saiko coughs. “That’s, uh, close to Touka’s.”

“I know.” Mutsuki stares at the floor.

Touka slides closer to Mutsuki. “Ken’s a great guy.” 

Mutsuki smiles, tentatively, at her. 

Maybe, Touka thinks, Marude wasn’t such a doofus after all.

Don’t you dare tell me that Mirumo doesn’t bop to “YMCA” by village people and Shuu‘s heard it so many times that he’d probably sing it at any future karaoke event

Shuu would leap to his feet, swaying his hips and screaming the lyrics with way more passion than appropriate.

He then grabs Hinami and forces her to dance, and her desperation motivates Ayato to stop a wild Shuu.

The wild Shuu then corners Ayato, and soon he’s bopping to it as well.

Even when Touka takes her metal detector out with Miza, she’s singing it. And possibly listening for a groan from Kaneki.

In fact, originally Shuu planned to scare Kaneki out of his kakuja by singing YMCA over the entire dragon.

It was only stopped because Amon would have shot himself if he heard the song again.