Masanori admires his father’s ability to ride horses and wants a horse of his own. But first…he needs to learn how to ride.

“GIDDEYUP!”

Ui enters his small apartment to find Masanori yelling atop Hairu, who scampers about on her hands and knees.

She whinnies at the sight of her husband and gallops towards Ui.

“What on earth?”

“I want to ride horsies like you, Daddy. So Mommy is teaching me.” Masanori stretches up his arms for a hug, which Ui gladly returns.

“Mommy’s probably a tame horse.” Ui smiles. To raise this kid, he’s had to develop his own mischievous side. “I’ll try to buck you off.”

Masanori sticks out his tongue. “You’ll fail.”

He climbs on Ui and cheers. “Go, horsie!”

“Neigh!” calls Ui, clamoring forward and shaking his head.

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“Is this already on Youtube?” Yusa whispers, peering into Ui and Hairu’s windows.

“It’s live streaming.” Shio smiles as Eto likes the video. 

“We can teach Masanori to ride, too,” Rikai suggests.

“Assuming Ui doesn’t kill us.” Shio giggles as Saiko comments her approval below the video.

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Ui’s phone lights up. Hirako. 

Neighhhhhhhhhhh 

He shrieks and stumbles, but to his relief, Masanori hangs on. Maybe he’s ready for a pony yet.

“Shio!” Hairu screams, running out of the apartment. “Get back here, you brats!”

ui feeling guilty about shio’s death

My hear!  *narrows eyes* He better mourn in the manga because I’m still crying about it in real life. 

Ui watches Hajime toss his kids’ heads before Kaneki.

He wants to feel numb, but all he feels is despair.

Hairu’s relative.

His kid.

The kids he trained for years. The kids who never failed to make him smile – even during this fight, Shio’s dramatic dive drew a smile.

Surely they weren’t traitors. Hirako was to blame, the coward who’d grabbed a hysterical Yusa and run before Hajime had taken the last Arima.

Shio was gone.

Rikai was gone.

They’d been alive an hour ago. They probably woke up this morning happy.

Ui feels tears in his eyes. This isn’t fair.

He blames Kaneki. He blames Hirako. He blames Hajime and Furuta and himself. 

If he’d not hesitated, he could have shoved Shio out of the way. 

He failed to save him.

He’s lost more family.

But two kids lost more. Their lives. 

Ui watches Hajime taunt Kaneki. Why is he on the side of those who’d laugh at children’s deaths? Kaneki looks as anguished as Ui feels. 

“A word, Hajime.” Ui shoves past the brat and kneels before Kaneki’s torso. “Tell me the truth.” 

Tell me why they died for you.

Masanori’s snow day!

“SNOW DAY!” Masanori wakes his parents at 6 am.

Of course it’s 6 am. Hairu rubs her eyes. “Are you okay?”

“I want to play in the snow!”

“You’re having breakfast first,” Ui says firmly, dragging himself out from under the warm covers with Hairu. There’s no point in sleeping when Masanori gets going.

Once Masanori’s belly is full, he leaps outside and practically drowns in the snow, which reaches past his shoulders. “AHHHH!’ 

“Are you okay?” Ui cries.

“I LOVE IT!” Masanori tosses a snowball at Mommy, who shrieks. 

“Well, that doesn’t seem fair.” Ui wades through the snow to tackle his son. “Rawr!”

“Let’s make a snowman and dye it’s head pink,” Masanori says. “Will you help me, Daddy?”

“Of course.” Ui grins at Hairu, who’s already beelined inside for pink food dye. “I love my pink-haired angels.”

“I’m an angel?” Masanori is almost offended.

“In the best way,” Ui assures him.

“Good.” Masanori cackles before throwing snow straight into Daddy’s face. 

Ui wouldn’t change this for the world. 

Can I ask you for Amon and Scarecrow Hide interacting?

Yessss. This sounds interesting. 

“Why did you free me?” Amon asks quietly. 

Scarecrow’s response is garbled garbage. With a frustrated groan, he holds up a pen and paper.

Because I have a friend like you. I would have given anything to help him.

Amon pauses. Mayo’s voice echoes in his head. Trust your intuition. “Is this friend the Eyepatch?”

Scarecrow nods. You have to find him. It’s the only way. 

“How – how do I go on, like this?” Amon holds up his arms. “I’m a ghoul.”

You live. It may not be stylish, Amon, but live. 

Scarecrow hesitates before scribbling again. You deserve life.

“I’ve killed ghouls.” Amon stares at his hands, hands that might as well be stained with blood. “We don’t deserve life if the price is another life.”

Who says it has to be? You are what you are. Your physical body changed; that’s it. You are still you. You are still whole.

Amon swallows. Mado would kill him, or suggest he take his own life.

But he remembers Akira. She should kill him, too.

He wants to stay alive if there’s even a chance of speaking with her again. To apologize for refusing the kiss.

Scarecrow hands him the notepad. Live. You want to believe your life still has meaning? Then believe. 

And Amon realizes, with a start, that he does. 

okay this masanori kid reminds me of a child that would try and cook an ego waffle in the microwave and sets it on fire.

“Masanori, what happened?” Hairu’s mouth drops open at the sight of the smoking microwave.

“I wanted waffles,” Masanori says in a small voice.

“Huh?” Ui stumbles into the kitchen. He yanks open the microwave to see an Ego covered in tinfoil. “Masanori.”

“What happened? Did I do something wrong?” Masanori is more intrigued than scared.

“You can’t put metal in a microwave,” Ui says. “It sparks.”

“Ohhhhh.” Masanori sighs. “are the waffles done?”

“We’ll take you out for real waffles,” Hairu decides. “Before Daddy and I buy a new microwave.”

Masanori grins. “Does that mean I can keep wrecking this one? Auntie Eto told me to try an egg in the microwave.”

Hairu tries not to laugh. “Get your coat. We’ll get waffles and buy some eggs to test when we’re done.”

“Hurray!” Masanori races back to his room as Ui shakes his head at his wife. 

“Admit it, you’re curious,” Hairu says.

“Absolutely.” Ui winks.

idol hairu with ui as her no.1 fan

Ihei Hairu is one of the top singers in Japan, and Ui Koori knows far too much about her.

But something about her draws him. She has a mysterious past the media can’t ignore, insightful lyrics, and a cheery personality that inspires him. 

So, naturally, he doesn’t buy tickets to her concert. Because she’s a dream, and he doesn’t want to learn she’s an elaborate joke, someone rude and depressing. 

“I don’t care. You’re coming with me!” Hirako Take says in horror when he learns of Ui’s fear.

What Hirako doesn’t tell Ui, however, is that he has backstage passes.

Ui finds himself wedged between Hirako and that crazy party-boy, Kuriowa Takeomi. They shuffle him into Ihei Hairu’s room.

“Hi! Are you Hirako?” The pink-haired beauty greets them with a genuine smile and melon buns. “Are you hungry?”

She’s so nice. Ui can’t believe his dreams are real.

“We have to thank Ui for getting us to listen to you,” Hirako says, nudging Ui.

“Oh, really?” Hairu leans forward. “Ui, we have the same haircut!”

He blushes. “It looks better on you.”

“I’m not so sure.” Hairu pokes his nose. She’s so close to him. 

Hairu, meanwhile, feels her heart skip at this shy boy. She doesn’t meet many  contemplative fans. “Where do you work?”

“We’re consultants. Ui’s the special ‘ethics’ consultant, though,” Takeomi says with a smile.

“Oh, really?” Hairu’s eyes widen. “That’s amazing.” 

Ui smiles back at her, tentatively.

“Can I have your number?” Hairu blurts out.

Ui gasps. “Me?”

“No, President Arima. Of course, you.” Hairu winks. “I want to know you more.”

“I do, too,” Ui squeaks. His dream is real, but better.

Because that’s really her. 

Hey!Uh-Can you do Irimi and Koma and how the two fell for each other?

I can always do Irimi/Koma.

Irimi Kaya remembers the day she finally spoke to the Devil Ape. They’d been working together for three weeks without saying a word. But one day, Koma Enji pointed outside the shop.

“It’s your kind of dog.”

Indeed, a Doberman strolled down the street. Irimi’s eyes widened. “It’s adorable.”

Koma grinned. He’d gotten her to speak to him!

Of course, he has to initiate the next few conversations. A cup of coffee there, a puppy here, a shoulder to cry on when her childhood friend was killed by Doves.  

But come summer, she’s initiating small talk with him.

One day, he makes a bottle of blood wine for her, because she said she missed it. 

“Let’s split it,” Irimi tells him.

When Yoshimura opens the shop the next morning, he finds his two most reliable workers lolling behind the counter, drunk and giggling and awfully close to each other.

He sends them home, and to his delight, they head in the same direction.

Rewrite of Touka/Kaneki wedding scene with Kaneki and Mutsuki get happily married instead of Touka and Kaneki

“Do you think there are too many flowers?” Urie Kuki asks, squinting at the venue.

“What blasphemy did I just hear? There are never too many flowers!” Tsukiyama Shuu gasps from behind a pillar of roses. 

“The cake is all set.” Yonebayashi Saiko skips in.

“Mutsuki’s gonna faint.” Nishiki Nishio laughs.

“Bets on who faints first.” Kirishima Ayato shouts. “I bet Kaneki!”

“Kaneki’s stronger than that now,” Touka informs her brother. She uses her ukaku to fly up to the top of the church to arrange a wreath of orchids.

“Put me down as Kaneki,” Aura Shinsanpei says sheepishly. Ayato nods with approval.

But as luck would have it, when Mutsuki appears down the aisle with Arima at his side, Kaneki’s knees do buckle. Ayato and Aura slap high-fives in the midst of the ceremony.

“This is so extravagant,” Mutsuki admits to Kaneki during their reception. “I had no idea you had such a lavish friend.”

“Neither did I for a while,” Kaneki admits. He reaches for Mutsuki’s hand. “Are you happy?”

“Very.” Mutsuki feels warm and secure and safe. 

“Good.” Kaneki kisses him.

“Give back my glasses!” 

Their attention immediately turns to the dance floor, where a very merry Yomo is prancing about with Nishiki’s spectacles. 

Mutsuki laughs. He already loves all of his husband’s wild, crazy friends.

Au where yoshitoki has a spine and supports matsuri to choose his own way and stands up to tsuneyoshi for matsuri also also for Furuta

Bless you. I love Yoshitoki. 

TW for sexual assault and homophobia. 

Washuu Yoshitoki paces back and forth in his office. He’s caught Matsuri writing love notes to Urie Kuki three times in the last few months.

It’s wrong. Matsuri is married to Iyo until they produce a child, and in that time he ought to be faithful to her. Yoshitoki never betrayed Matsuri’s mother – he even tried to find her last year, until Tsuneyoshi found out.   

Has he taught Matsuri nothing about honor?

Yoshitoki tries not to laugh. He’s a ghoul killing ghouls, someone who bred a child and then allowed his family to take away its mother. The mere notion of honor is preposterous. 

“You’re not really worried about that,” Marude says from behind him, ever the voice of reason. 

Yoshitoki winces. 

His son – Tsuneyoshi’s grandson – is gay.

“There’s nothing wrong with him being gay.” Marude watches Yoshitoki carefully.

“I know.” Yoshitoki breathes in deeply. “But Tsuneyoshi doesn’t.”

How can he explain their secrets to his best friend without betraying him?

Suppose he arranges for Iyo to divorce Matsuri. She’ll be happier, and so will Matsuri.He’ll have to ferret her away to freedom of sorts, lest she face Tsuneyoshi’s wrath. 

How can he explain this to Marude?

“I don’t know your secrets,” Marude warns, “but I want to help you.”

Yoshitoki half-smiles. “Contact a divorce lawyer.”

“Shouldn’t you consult Matsuri first?” Marude raises his eyebrows.

“Yes, yes I should.” Yoshitoki sighs. Nothing is normal in this family. Matsuri can wait. 

Tsuneyoshi, however, summons a Washuu family meeting the next day. This can’t be a coincidence. Yoshitoki swallows. 

“Wonder who’ll die today?” Furuta giggles as they enter Tsuneyoshi’s quarters. His half-brother is a strange one Yoshitoki can never figure out. Souta despises V, yet he always angles himself directly in front of Tsuneyoshi, desperately angling for attention he never gets.

Arima nods at Yoshitoki, impassive as ever. He stands with Ihei Hairu, surrounded by Zero Squad children and Hsaio Ching-Li. Iyo and Matsuri stand close to the door, Yoshitoki and Furuta beside Tsuneyoshi’s desk.  

Tsuneyoshi turns his dark eyes to Matsuri. “Is this woman not pleasing you, grandson?”

Matsuri chokes, and Iyo turns deathly pale.

Yoshitoki hangs his head. This is all his fault. 

“Your father here was looking into a divorce lawyer,” snipes Tsuneyoshi.

Matsuri goggles at Yoshitoki. “Dad?”

“Matsuri.” Yoshitoki stares at him. “I know.”

“Don’t we all know?” Furuta jokes. His face falls when Tsuneyoshi yields no response.  

Matsuri shakes. “I – I can’t -”

“What’s wrong with Iyo? I rather liked her.” Tsuneyoshi’s eyes rake over her. “Not man enough?”

“He’s man enough to know he likes men,” Yoshitoki says quietly.

“What was that?” Tsuneyoshi’s voice is deadly.

“Stop manipulating my son. You’ve taken his mother; you’re not taking his love life on top of that. And you’re not stealing Iyo’s, either.” Yoshitoki can’t believe the words running out of his lips. When was his soul replaced with Marude?

“Father, I don’t understand.” He pleads. “You can’t even respect Souta enough for attention. Why is our family mere tools to you?”

Tsuneyoshi glares daggers at Yoshitoki. “Do you want to die under a quinque?”

“It won’t be mine,” Arima says quietly.

“Souta would, right?” Tsuneyoshi smiles at Souta, and for a moment, the boy’s face brightens.

“It’d be all of us against you, old man.” Furuta sniffs. 

Yoshitoki remembers the parting kiss from his wife, the plea that he raise their child well. If you have to fight for him, fight.  

And he responded, I will. 

He’s long hated that he never fought for her. He will damn sure fight for her son, and all the sons and daughters of the Washuus. 

Yoshitoki yanks open the office door. “Let’s go, Matsuri, Iyo.”

To Tsuneyoshi’s ire, the entire family files out of his office. 

“Get back here.”

“We’re done lying!” taunts Furuta. “Well, lying for you.”

He angles himself closer to Yoshitoki, with the same eager eyes he bestows on Tsuneyoshi.

Yoshitoki smiles at him, and Furuta gasps with happiness.

“Father.” Outside the mansion, Matsuri has tears in his eyes.

“I know you think you’ve disappointed me. You haven’t – I’ve been the disappointment of a father.” Yoshitoki embraces his son. “I’m sorry I ignored your pain.”

Matsuri hiccups. “I love you, Dad.”