Can we have Higemaru finding out his girlfriend (definitely very short and cute) is a ghoul and part of the Clowns?

Did someone say Higemaru? *soul emerges from TG hell* I LOVE HIM

“Why?” Fumi’s lips tremble.

She watches Donato take off, and Saiko and Hsaio rush for Urie. Higa’s all alone.

He’s going to die. What’s left of his arm isn’t healing quickly enough. 

You did it on purpose, didn’t you? She glares at Donato’s retreating figure. To make it easier for me. 

But it’s not easy.

Having power sucks. Fumi leaps down to the ground. She hears CCG sirens, but Higa doesn’t have a few minutes.

She approaches him, mask still on, though he can clearly recognize her. No one else is that short, with a cross carved into their palm and shimmery black hair. 

“Fumi?” Higamaru slurs. 

She uses her bikaku to cut off her own flesh and shoves it in his mouth. “Live, Higa.”

Then she vanishes into the night.

——————————————————-

“I’m glad you’re okay.” Fumi throws her arms around Higemaru.

“I had the strangest hallucination of you,” he says, easily lifting her off the ground. “You were part of the clowns!”

Fumi chortles. “Oh really? You think that lowly of me?”

“No, no, never!” Higemaru peppers her face with kisses. 

“You’re the sweetest.” Fumi hugs him. She should breathe a sigh of relief, but she’s too miserable from her lies. 

——————————————————–

“Higa!” Fumi waves from outside CCG. 

He grins and pushes past the Oggai towards her.

One of the kids turns around with a frown. “You smell funny?”

“What do you mean?” Fumi smiles nervously.

The girl hurls her through an Rc sensor. The machine screams.

Fumi scrambles to her feet. “I – no, wait – help!”

She sees Furuta ahead, but of course he can’t help her. He even warned her that dating Higemaru was too dangerous, but she hadn’t listened.

Tears sting her eyes. Her clown mask tumbles from her bag. The Robin.

Fumi gags with fear as Aura Shinsanpei – Higa’s friend – dangles her aloft by her hair.

She sees Higemaru stopped a few meters away. Her eyes desperately meet his. 

“Why?” he cries.

She shakes her head. Tears leak out her eyes. 

“Take her to a cell,” says Aura. He’s not so cold he’d left Higemaru witness his girlfriend’s execution.

——————————————————-

Fumi huddles in her cell. She hears Higemaru approaching, but she’s too afraid to lift her head.

“I didn’t hallucinate.” 

She shakes her head.

“Why did you save me? Was I a game to you?” Higemaru’s voice rises.

She shakes her head harder.

“Speak to me!” he screams. He feels like she has ripped his heart out. 

“I’m sorry!” she cries. “You were a target. I was supposed to find out information from you, okay? That ended shortly after you went to Rushima. I just…I really liked you and I liked pretending to be human with you.” She doubles over. “Even if you think I can’t feel love, I know I feel it for you.”

Higemaru leaves, but he knows he’ll return. In time. Surely the Robin has information that can keep her alive. And if Saiko hasn’t given up on Sasaki, maybe he doesn’t need to give up on her. 

The straight/bi boys’ reactions to seeing boobs irl for the first time?

Kaneki Ken – “They’re so squishy.” (canon) 

Nagachika Hideyoshi – CAN I HOLD THEM

Nishiki Nishio – spills coffee on himself

Koma Enji – eyebrow wiggle

Tsukiyama Shuu – Why can’t boys have something so fabulous 

Urie Kuki – I wonder how they’d look on Mutsuki

Shirazu Ginshi – giggles uncontrollably

Higemaru Touma – spends the next day drawing large-breasted monsters 

Aura Shinsanpei – crawls into corner

Amon Koutarou – prays

Takizawa Seidou – squeals with glee

Suzuya Juuzou – huh? those look heavy 

Hanbee Abara – faints

Miyuki Mikage – I wonder if aliens have boobs

Keijin Nakarai – I’ve just met my future wife

Mizurou Tamaki – closes himself in his room for the rest of the day

Shinohara Yukinori – it was his wedding night with his wife. He was very gentle and she was rather fierce and it was beautiful.

Tatara – *draws Houji with boobs, mails it to him*

Houji – what the fuck Tatara – oh my, these look rather nice 

Naki – screams

Yamori – do they hurt if you cut them

Ayato Kirishima – Ayato.exe has stopped working

Yomo Renji – stops breathing

Uta – thinks of them as interesting art/places for tattoos

Arima Kishou – speechless, but a small smile grows on his lips

Nimura Furuta – hello, I’m the bureau director. i like your boobs; can I dominate you? 

Kuriowa Takeomi – “Y- Yoriko – you’re – like – beautiful – and – ah – so many feelings!”

Kuriowa Iwao – That’s nice. 

Ui Koori – blubbering, red-cheeked mess

Hirako Take – am I supposed to be seeing this?

Washuu Yoshitoki – dazzled

Marude Itsuki – clears throat, smooths hair. Hi there. 

Tanakamaru Mougan – Higheerrrrrrrrrrrrr boobs!

Rio – Poke

Hello, good sir, may I please request Urie and (idk a girl called Naru Okatsuki from the academy that I just made up on the spot) fucking in a car?

“Naru,” Urie purrs. He hasn’t seen her for so long, not since his surgery.

“Show me your kakugan,” she teases. “Oooh, how sexy.”

“I’m glad you like it.” They’re in the backseat of her car, because she’s rich enough to own a nice one. 

“Like it? I love it. I’m quite jealous, actually.” Naru sighs. She desperately wanted to follow Urie into the Quinx Squad, but her parents had threatened to disown her should she “forsake her humanity.”

“What do you want?”

“You, Kuki.” Naru laughs. “Always you.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” Urie presses her down into the seat.

“Are you this pleasant to your Squad members.” Naru moans.

“They hate me, and I hate them.”

“I’m guessing that means you love them.” Naru eyes him. Even in the middle of sex, she doesn’t lose her senses. “Considering you told me you hated me for years.”

“I don’t love you.” Urie grunts.

“I know you do,” she shoots back as his hands settle between her legs. “Ack, not fair.” 

“Life isn’t fair.”

“Hmm, true.” Naru sucks the skin on his throat. “Guess you’ll have to tell your friends you got bruised fucking in a car.”

“Fuck you!”

“Isn’t that what we’re doing?” Naru winks.

Someone raps on the car window. “Urie, are you okay – AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Sasaki faints.

“Oh my. At least he hasn’t seen my face.” Naru peers out the window at Sasaki’s unconscious body sprawled across the sidewalk. 

……..UiHai padme and anakin au?

“Ui!” Hairu cries. “I love you! But you’re heading down a path I can’t follow!”

She’s here. She’s alive again. Ui blinks in confusion.

And then her kakugan emerges.

“Liar!” Ui screams suddenly. He raises his quinque. 

“Let her go, Ui!” Hirako rushes at him.

“You turned her into a ghoul! I know it was you!” cries Ui.

“The Sunlit Garden had already done that.” Hirako draws his quinque and gestures around the bodies of Oggai. “Look at you, King of Ethics. You’ve become the very thing you despise.”

“I’m not a ghoul!” Ui shouts back. “I’ve just brought peace to Tokyo! This is – this is all your fault!”

“Peace?” Hirako scoffs. The bodies of Shio and Rikai etch themselves in Ui’s mind. “Is this peace?”

Ui swings at Hirako. Yusa grabs Hairu and hauls her out of the way.

“I failed you! I never told you the truth!” Hirako pleads. “Ui, listen. Arima was a ghoul!”

“You lie!” Ui swings again. 

Hirako dodges, as quick as Arima, and scampers up the stairs to the tunnel. “It’s over, Ui. I have the high ground!”

“It’s never over!” Ui spits at Hirako. “Why did you leave me? Why did everyone leave me? And now you’ve brought me back a cursed ghoul dressed as Hairu?”

Ui dives for Hirako, but suddenly an enormous kagune crashes through the concrete. 

“What?!”

“Look out!” Hirako knocks Ui backward, and Yusa scrambles towards them.

Hairu uses her ukaku to knock it away. 

“H – Hairu?” Ui’s lips tremble.

“It’s really me.” She looks sad. “Ui, why?”

“Why are you a ghoul?! What’s this about Arima?”

“Let’s focus on surviving first, please.” Hirako knocks the kagune back, and Ui barely manages to save Yusa from being absorbed. 

Ui feels Hairu’s hand brush his, a little confirmation that yes, answers will come. 

Okau okay okay but Yomo and Uta having a one night stand and Itori teasing them about it the next day

Lol this is probably canon.

“Well, well, well, look what the clown dragged in.” Itori waits downstairs in HySy Art Studio as her two friends trudge down together in the same clothes they wore yesterday. 

“Don’t say anything,” Yomo threatens her.

“It was that bad? Uta!” Itori puts her hands on her hips. 

“I thought I did very well!” Uta crosses his arms. 

Yomo grunts. “You did.”

“Awwwwww.” Itori laughs. “Does Renji have a crush?”

“It’s a one-night stand, Itori. I thought you were familiar with those.” Uta pops an eye in his mouth.

“Only because I witness your latest conquests.” Itori helps herself to an eye. “Not that Ren is a conquest. If anything, you’re his.”

Uta throws an eye at her.

“No, but seriously. So when should I book a wedding venue?” Itori raises an eyebrow. “This is too good a chance to miss. Yomo can Anteiku handle the catering?”

Could you possibly do a NFSW Furuta/Rize first time? Maybe back in the garden or before Furuta tried to kill her :P

We’ll say this is an AU where she did return his affections.

“Souta, I just want to eat you up.” Rize embraces him like she did all those years ago. 

They meet up on occasion, and he treasures every moment with her. Today she’s brought him into her apartment and is showing him all the Sen Takatsuki books she owns. His heart warms to see that she kept the copy of Dear Kafka he gave her. 

“You can,” he says, playing along. “But then I’d die.”

“Not the way I want to eat you.” Rize looks at him shyly.

Furuta’s face heats. “Rize?”

“Soutaaaaaaa,” she whines.

“You really – you want to? With me?” Furuta feels like crying with happiness.

She nods eagerly. 

He allows her to push him back onto her bed. If the garden found out he’s slept with a ghoul, or that Rize slept with someone other than a purebred Washuu, they’d be killed.

It makes him want her all the more.

Rize slides her hands inside his pants and giggles like a child at what she finds. 

Souta laughs. When she removes her bra, his response is simply, “Whoa.”

He finds himself afraid to touch her.

Rize, however, is not afraid to touch him. “It’s okay, Souta.”

He traces the outline of her breasts and whimpers. 

After a couple false starts, Furuta finally finds himself inside her and finds himself crying again with happiness.

“Souta, you really are the best.” Rize bends down to kiss his lips. “You’re my best friend, you know?”

“You’re mine, too.” Furuta gasps as sensations build. “Please don’t leave me.”

“Never,” Rize promises, collapsing atop him. “As long as you stay by my side.” 

He nods and kisses her again. 

NAME THE TWINS PLEASE

“Her name is Etsuko. Because she’s a child of light.” Naki holds up their girl with a broad grin.

“Delight, not light,” Miza says. 

“And the boy?” Kaneki grabs Touka excitedly.

“Masato. For justice.” Miza smiles.

“I think they’re perfect.” Touka kisses Masato on his forehead.

Okay but Masanori getting lost in the shops then reunited with Hairu and Ui after dramatically crying and running around with his favourite toy?

Masanori adores the fluffy stuffed owl. 

It’s on the top shelf, but he is determined to reach it.

He climbs, slowly, determinedly. He will reach it. He loves owls, like Auntie Eto.

Finally he grabs the toy and topples to the ground. “Oof.”

Panic sets in. He thought he’d be able to surprise Mommy and Daddy with his ingenuity, but they’re not here.

“Mommy?” He clutches the stuffed owl. “Daddy?”

What if they’ve been hurt? 

What if they left him?

Masanori cries out and runs around the toy store. He can’t find them there, so he races out of the store as alarms blare.

“Come back, kid!” A security guard races after him.

“MOMMY! DADDY!” Masanori shrieks. “Where ARE YOU?”

——————————————–

“Where’s Masanori?” Hairu cries.

“I thought you had him!” Ui looks sick. 

“I thought you did!” Hairu drops her shopping bags. 

“We can’t – he has to be – oh my God -” Ui can’t breath. He’d rather face an SSS ghoul without a quinque. 

“Calm down.” Hairu grabs the bags. “Let’s retrace our steps.”

Sirens sound from the other side of the mall.

“Fuck,” Hairu mutters.

Masanori careens through the crowd, clutching a stuffed owl and yelling their names.

Behind him are three security guards, a store manager, and a train of worried parents. 

“Masanori!” Hairu cries.

“MOMMY!” He launches himself into her arms, wailing. 

Ui turns to pacify the crowd – and pay for the toy – but Masanori drags him into the family hug. “Daddy, wait, please don’t leave me.”

HELLOOOO QUEEN may I request a scenario in which Miza is giving birth to her and naki’s twins, who are a boy and a girl (which still confuses Naki as to why there are two and why they look different and why they look wrinkly) and everyone’s reactions, please?

HELLLLLLOOOOOO NONNY-MOUSE! Your scenario is hilarious. ❤ 

“Naki, I want to kill someone,” Miza whispers through clenched teeth. She’d like to add you specifically, but Naki would be scared, and she loved him too much to confuse him.

“I can fetch you your blades,” Naki suggests. He’s been crying worse than her.

“No need.” Banjou nods. “You’re ready to push.”

“Why did you look at her?” Naki yells.

“Because I’m her nurse!”

“Naki, it’s fine.” Miza squeezes her eyes shut. Please, dear God, end this soon. 

After half an hour, Miza finally hears a high-pitched cry that isn’t Naki’s. 

“This is your boy.” Banjou weeps as he wraps the baby in a towel and offers it to Naki.

“My – our – b-b-b-boy?” Naki hyperventilates. “Miza, his has your hair!” 

Miza smiles with tears in her eyes.

“Get ready to push again.”

“Wait, why?” Naki frowns. 

“Because twins, silly.” Miza scrunches up her face and bears down again. 

“Here she is!” The girl’s scream pierces Miza’s ears. 

“Why are they wrinkly? Why do they look old? Did we do something wrong?” Naki hovers over Banjou as he hands the bundle to Miza. “Hey, the boy and girl look different.”

“One’s a boy. One’s a girl,” Miza says with a tired laugh. “And the wrinkles fade. They’ve just been pushed out of my body.”

“Which is tiny,” Naki admits innocently. “That makes them even more precious.” He looks into their eyes and knows he loves them with his heart and soul. He can’t imagine life before them, even just ten minutes ago. 

Banjou clears his throat. “Prepare to push again.”

“A third?” Naki exclaims.

“No, just part of my internal organs,” Miza says cheerfully. “It’s called a placenta.” 

Chikamaru first time ;)? Maybe with Yoshitoki being all confident about going to be a top but whoopsie he actually likes to bottom with Maru (who is so freaking smut about it.) Bonus point, the next day Furuta won’t let him live it down (we don’t know how he knows. He is furuta, he simply does.)

Oh my god I love you for more Yoshitoki asks. And yes, the machinations of Furuta are an enigma. 😉

Marude gasps slightly as Yoshitoki presses him against his bed. 

“Maru,” he murmurs.

He loves when Chika calls him that silly nickname. Is this love? Probably. Ugh, he’s going sentimental in his old age.

“Chika.” Marude stares up at his best friend. 

“We should have done this a lot sooner,” says Yoshitoki, disquiet in his eyes.

“Now’s as good a time as ever.” Marude winks and allows Yoshitoki to remove his shirt.

Yoshitoki trembles as Marude returns the favor. He feels like Chika again with Maru. He feels free and vulnerable and happy.

“Maru,” he whispers. “Would you – would you want to try being on top?”

Marude looks surprised for a moment before his eyes gleam. “I’d love that.”

When their bodies combine and Marude whispers love in his ear, Yoshitoki can only think of Maru, of the man he’s loved for years. His father, his wicked family, and his secret are far from his mind.

Marude suckles the skin on Yoshitoki’s neck, and Yoshitoki sighs with contentment. 

“Thank you,” Marude says when they’re finished. “Though I can’t believe I just got to ride the Bureau Director.”

Yoshitoki turns red, and Marude finds it adorable. “We all know my ferocity is an act.”

“I know.” Marude’s eyes turn tender. “That’s why I love you.” 

The next day, Yoshitoki finds his steps lighter. He even whistles to himself as he walks along the hallways, until he realizes someone is following him and whistling in tune.

“Furuta.” His little brother looks just like him as a kid. Yoshitoki often feels guilty for not being able to reach Furuta more.

“I see you finally enjoyed Marude’s ministrations, eh?” Furuta walks past laughing. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell your father.” 

“Souta Nimura Washuu Furuta, get back here!”