Would you be willing to write a scenario with Hirako x Arima. I’m shocked that no Hirarima exists yet. :,( nsfw would be awesome if you are okay with it. Maybe Arima has a bucket list and Hirako is helping him tick this off or maybe it just happens since Hirako is the only outsider Arima seems to trust… ?

Huh, wow, I too have never heard of this ship. Gotta say, it’s not without its appeal.

“Sleep well?”

Arima doesn’t even dignify Hirako’s question with a response. Surely Hirako can see the dark circles under his eyes. Time will catch up to Arima before the ghouls do.

“You wanna talk?” Hirako sits in front of Arima. “I – I realize I’m your subordinate, but …”

“Coffee would be nice,” Arima says.

Hirako nods and stands, but his fists clench. He turns for the office door, but instead of leaving, spins back around. “Why did you entrust me if you don’t trust me?!”

Arima blinks.

“I believe you. I know what your family is. All I want is to help you and help these kids so they don’t die like Hairu. I just – I don’t understand why you’re shutting me out.” Hirako steps closer. “You’re dying. That’s the time to let people in, not shove them away.”

Arima closes his eyes.

Hirako kneels before him. “I know you’ve always shoved them away. But I – I think you deserve more than you allow yourself. You’re not perfect, but you deserve friendship. And I’m your friend.”

It’s almost like Hirako loves him. Arima realizes, with a start, that such an idea feels like a wild dream…but not an unpleasant one.

“Thank you, Hirako,” he manages.

Hirako stands, disappointed again.

“Wait.” Arima swallows. He might as well let out another big secret. “You know why I told you all that.”

Hirako’s eyes widen. “Yes.”

“Then you know why I shut you out.”

“And I told you, I don’t care.” Realizing that Arima knows – and shoes – his own secret, Hirako bends down and brushes his lips against Arima’s.

I’m a failed ghoul. I’m dying.

But with Hirako, he feels whole. He kisses him back.

Kaneki will be free soon. He’ll be the King. He’ll need Hirako.

But for now, Arima needs Hirako.

“Is this okay?”

He can feel Hirako’s hands wandering, and he returns the favor. The sensation of being touched – being loved – is overwhelming. He groans.

Hirako gasps as Arima instinctually moves his hips. “Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”

Arima flushes, realizing he was counting on dying a virgin. Maybe, he can experience sex.

But he wants Hirako even more than experience, and that’s why he continues. “Should we lock the door?”

“Lest they catch us.” Hirako snickers and obliges.

Arima allows Hirako to lay him down on the floor. “Please, love me.”

“I already do.” Hirako begins unbuttoning his pants.

They don’t emerge from Arima’s office for two hours.

omgg, Tsukiyama cuddling alone with Hirako’s dog? <3

Omgggggg yasssss

At night, Tsukiyama sneaks out of his room into Hirako Take’s. The former investigator is on guard duty, and the kids are sleeping, so now it’s just him and Mr. Owl.

Mr. Owl is Hirako’s Shiba Inu.

Mr. Owl is the dog Tsukiyama always begged Mirumo for, but Mirumo didn’t think his son was responsible enough. He probably wasn’t.

“I love you,” coos Tsukiyama, rubbing the dog behind its ears. “Good boy.”

He takes a scrap of his own dinner and holds it out. There’s only one reason Tsukiyama Shuu would turn up food, and it’s a dog.

Mr. Owl seems to like human, just like his namesake. Tsukiyama grins and wraps his arms around the soft creature again.

People say ghouls are evil, but he’d never eat a dog.

Mr. Owl climbs atop Tsukiyama, showering the Gourmet with kisses. “Who’s a good boy? You are, that’s right. Mr. Owl deserves special food for a special doggo.”

Shio sits up and squints in the dark. “What are you doing?”

Tsukiyama laughs. “Turning your dog into a ghoul.”

After Furuta and the CCG go down, Hajime, Mayuzumi, and the other Oggai have to be dealt with. Which is to say, Goat should try to rehabilitate them, since they won’t be expecting that.

I’m like 95% sure most of the Oggai are getting out of this alive. Hopefully Ishida agrees.

Hajime stares at the carnage before them. Today they’ve lost Furuta and Kanou, the closest two they’ve had to a father, and now they’re public enemies number one. Human experiments. Abominations.

“Doesn’t matter. We were made to die, right?” Mayazumi laughs. Hollow laughter.

“You know you’re screaming inside,” Hajime mutters. But he’s not ready to go down without a fight. If they try to exterminate them – and they will – he’ll make sure some of them die, too.

Someone taps his shoulder, and he looks up to see the One Eyed King himself, Kaneki Ken. He’s backed by Kirishima Touka, Hirako Take, those bratty Squad 0 kids, and Ui Koori.

“Hi,” Kaneki says.

“Remember me?” A tall, dark-haired man Hajime doesn’t recognize appears behind the rest of them.

“No?” He grins. “Are you an executioner?”

“I’m Amon Koutarou. I was there the day you came into CCG.” The man lowers his eyes. “Kids like you were why I stayed with CCG so long.”

“Sucks to suck,” Hajime replies.

Amon crouches down to his level. “Yeah, it does. It especially sucks to have your family killed by ghouls. To have them take everything from you.” He swallows. “And yet, they gave me back my life. They gave you your powers – which are pretty spectacular, by the way.”

“What are you saying?” Mayazume crosses his arms.

“Get to the point,” Hajime says.

“Would you Oggai like to live with me and Mado Akira? Since we know best what you’re going through?”

Hajime laughs. “You’re fucking kidding me, right? When are you gonna kill us?”

“Never,” Kaneki says, exchanging glances with Amon. “We want to help you. We like you.”

“No, you don’t,” Mayazumi says.

“You can’t.” Hajime scowls.

“Try me.” Amon smiles wryly as he holds out his hand. “I know a thing or two about handling lots of kids. So try all of us. Try life a little longer.”

“I’ll kill you if you’re lying.” But Hajime grabs his hand all the same. What else can he do?

Scenario: Uncle Shio

Coming right up, Nonny-Mouse. I love that kid!

Side note: Shio’s nephew Masanori is featured extensively in @hamliet’s fanfic “The (Mis)Adventures of GOAT.” I’m, er, borrowing her character (with permission) for this!

“Where is he?” Shio bursts in the door to the hospital room where Hairu and Ui and their child are staying. “My nephew!”

Hirako dashes up behind him, flanked by Rikai and Yusa.

“Can he be our nephew, too?” Rikai asks.

“No! He’s an Ihei!” Shio crosses his arms as he flounces towards the bed.

“His name is Masanori,” Hairu says with pride. “Masanori Kishou Ui.”

“He has your hair!” Shio takes the bundle so quickly Ui nearly has a panic attack. He rubs the pink fuzz on the baby’s head and giggles. “I’m gonna be the best uncle ever, aren’t I, Hirako?”

“Undoubtedly,” Hirako says, exchanging a smirk with Ui.

“I love him. He’s perfect.” Shio kisses the baby’s nose. It whimpers.

“What does that mean?” Shio asks nervously.

“I don’t know!” Ui looks at Hairu, his face white.

“It means he’s dreaming,” Hairu says with a sleepy smile.

“Hopefully he’s dreaming of the future. When his best Uncle gives him the most fantastic playdate he’ll ever have.” Shio is clearly planning this, years in advance.

“Love you, Masanori.” Shio reluctantly hands the baby back to Hairu.

He saves his questions for after they leave the hospital. “Hirako, how did Hairu and Ui make a baby?”

Ui gets to spend one day with a revived Hairu after all the enemies in the world have been defeated before she will stop taking her medicine and die again.

SCREAMS INTO VOID

WHY

“You – you want to spend the day with me?” Hairu blinks. “There’s no more medicine for me, Koori.”

“I won’t let you be alone,” he insists. “Anything you want, I’ll do it for you.”

“You shouldn’t have to. You shouldn’t have given up your ethics for me,” Hairu tells him.

“I know, but you’re here, even for a day – and it’s worth it.” Ui cringes. “I shouldn’t think that way, but I lov – I mean, I missed you so much.”

She cocks her head. “Why not Arima?”

“I don’t love Arima in that way.” He hunches over. Last days are too short for awkward rejections.

Hairu gasps. “Koori.”

Her hands brush back his hair, and she’s crying. “I love you, too. I wish I could be with you. It’s not fair.”

“I’d take your place at death’s altar if I could,” Ui pleads.

“I wouldn’t let you.” She sticks out her tongue, just like normal. “Let’s go to the fair?”

“Sure.” He allows her to lead him on all the crazy rides, until he’s vomiting from the spinning swings and she’s smearing sticky cotton candy over his cheeks. He buys her a giant stuffed unicorn, even though she’ll lose it in eight hours.

“Something to remember me by,” she tells him.

How does someone dying glow like this?

She spins him in dance and eats her favorite melon buns with him for dinner. Six hours.

When it’s evening, Hairu turns her face to him. “This was a perfect day.”

“I’m glad.” Ui wants to scream. Not yet. She has four hours.

Hairu smiles up at the stars. “You know how I want to die, Ui Koori?”

“How?” he can barely whisper.

“Tangled up in the arms of someone I love. Warm, happy. Under a dozen blankets.” There are tears in her eyes.

No. She oughtn’t cry, not on her last day. Ui dares himself. “Are you asking me to make love to you?”

“Only if you want.” Hairu smiles, her cheeks wet.

He takes her to his apartment, and there he learns that life and sex are awkward and fun and emotional no matter what you intend. And he loves her so much it hurts.

One minute.

He wraps his arms around her and tries not to cry, but she’s already sniffling. They sob together, and just before the clocks strikes midnight, she whispers, Thank you.

She passes the unicorn to him.

Hsiao cooks for Saiko, but the other Quinx at the Chateau involve themselves uninvited. Urie pines for Mutsuki while Hsiao pines for Saiko.

Hsaio crawls out of bed reckoning she should have just stayed up. All the Quinx will be up before dawn, and she needs to be ready.

She heard Saiko crying about Mamman last night, and since Hsaio isn’t good with words, she wants to comfort Saiko with actions. Actions that result in food, to be exact.

On her laptop are recipes for green tea bread and chocolate chip pancakes. Saiko likes sweets, even though Urie frowns on them.

Hsaio rummages through their kitchen cabinets, hoping no one wakes up. She’s not a good cook, because she’d rather spend her patience on the field than in the kitchen, but she can be anything for Saiko.

“Mmm? Hsaio?” Tooru Mutsuki trudges into the kitchen, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. “Everything okay?”

“Oh!” Hsaio’s cheeks turn pink. “Saiko was sad last night, so I wanted to cheer her up. With food.”

Mutsuki smiles. “That’s a good way to cheer her up.” He comes over to study the recipes on her laptop. “Want help?”

Hsaio brightens. “Yes, please!”

She appreciates Mutsuki. She never fit in with the other Garden kids – she was too quiet and liked the girls instead of the guys. Liked like she likes Saiko. Like Urie likes Mutsuki.

“Hey.” Hsaio has an idea. “Get Urie down here. Maybe we’ll sneak sugar into that boy yet.”

“He’s sweet once you get to know him,” Mutsuki murmurs, as if he’s not even aware of Urie’s feelings. But he’s pulling out his phone and calling Urie upstairs, so Hsaio has hope for them yet.

“What’s going on?” Urie barrels into the kitchen, dragging a tousled Aura and boxers-only Higemaru. “Where’s Saiko?!”

“Uh. We’re cooking to make Saiko happy.” Mutsuki shoves a bowl at Aura. “Get to it.”

Hsaio sighs. “Well, I guess we’re all helping now.”

“Higa. Put some clothes on.” Urie turns bright red.

He makes sure to stand right next to Mucchan, who’s carefully sifting flour. When Mutsuki smiles at him, all he wants is to kiss him.

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Saiko awakens to the delicous aroma of baked goods wafting in her nose. Has Christmas come early?

She scrambles downstairs in her warm pajamas, afraid she’d forgot a meeting.

“Happy Saiko Day!” cheer the Quinx from the kitchen.

“Huh?”

“We love you and wanted to make you feel appreciated.” Hsaio’s face is scarlet. Those words hit too close to home.

Saiko throws her arms around Aura. She works her way down the line of Quinxes before she leaves a kiss on Hsaio’s cheek. “Thank you. I love you, too.”

Ui finds out about the Garden whilst Hairu, Arima, and Furuta are still alive.

~~kill me~~

Ui was drinking coffee when hell came.

Hell, in the form of hundreds of mailed pictures. Pictures that seem to show Ihei Hairu and Hsaio Ching-Li as children, being cared for by none other than a teenaged Arima Kishou. Others show Nimura Furuta playing tag with a pretty purple-haired girl, and fetuses in test tubes.

Others show the Washuu clan leader, Tsuneyoshi, having children with women half his age. Even he can see the fear in their eyes, behind their kakugans.

The room spins. Ui wants to vomit.

He hears sobbing behind him, and sees a suspiciously calm Hirako embracing Rikai, Shio, and Yusa.

“All of you, too?” Ui rasps.

“Don’t hurt them!” Hirako shoves them behind him.

“What!” Ui would never hurt a child. “Where’s Hairu? Where’s Arima?”

“We need to get them to his office before CCG thinks they need to be exterminated,” Hirako said grimly. “Come on.”

Ui takes Shio’s hand, because he doesn’t know what else to do, but helping kids seems a good idea.

When they open the office door, Arima sits sullen at his desk, Hairu is crying in the center, and Hsaio leans against the wall, her face ashen.

“Shio!” She opens her arms, and her relative falls into them.

“Arima!” Yusa hurls himself over the desk.

“Are we gonna die?” Rikai asks Hirako, who’s busy locking the door.

“No,” Ui assures him.

“You sure?” Nimura Furuta stands in the corner, as far from everyone as he can.

He wants to say yes, of course, you’re our allies. But he feels betrayed himself, and he knows them.

“I won’t let them hurt you.” Hairu lifts her head defiantly.

And it’s her spark that propels Ui forward.

Yes, they’re ghouls. Everyone he loves is a ghoul.They’ve always been ghouls. And yet, their love has been real.

How can this be? Ui doesn’t know the right action, but he knows hugging Hairu isn’t wrong.

“Ui – I – I can explain -”

She’s beautiful. Arima is practically a god. They’re part ghoul.

His worldview is crashing, and he loves it.

“I’m gonna help you. You’ll be safe.” All he regrets is not being someone they could trust before.

Speaking of trust.

“Wait!” His eyes narrow at Furuta, who is slowly inching towards the door. “Sasaki mentioned seeing you at the post office yesterday.”

“Yes?” squeaks the raven-haired boy.

In an instant, Arima is dangling him off the ground.

“Let me go!” whines Furuta. His tone turns panicked. “Please!”

Arima drops him to the ground. “Why?”

Furuta pouts.

Hsaio comes over to glare at him. “Why?”

“Fun?”

“Your vengeance is myopic at best,” Arima tells him. He squats before the young man. “You know, you’re not the only one with a plan. A plan you just threw into danger.”

“A plan?” Furuta’s eyes widen, like he dares to hope that maybe he won’t have to be evil. No, I have to be.

“I have no idea, but if it’s your plan, and if it keeps all of you safe, I’m game.” Ui nods. “Even you, Fruit.”

Hairu smiles at him through her long lashes. And especially you.

something angsty, maybe what you think Tsukiyama is thinking during this current arc?

Tsukiyama is happy for Kaneki and Touka. He really is.

But he’s lonely, and Karren isn’t coming back, and now Kaneki is officially taken, or touken. He chuckles at his own wit.

He knows he doesn’t value life. Not like he should.

He remembers breaking into homes and taking eyes for snacks all too easily, laughing as he feasted on flaky old man shin, setting up dozens in the Ghoul Restaurant.

He is the last person who should be involved in GOAT, and yet here he is, feeling like he knows better than its leader.

Kids are kids are kids. He doesn’t want to kill the little twerp Hajime. But if it’s us or them, Tsukiyama will ensure it’s them.

Kaneki wants peace by pacifism, and Tsukiyama wants to believe in it himself, but he can’t.

For them to live – for Touka to carry that baby she isn’t hiding as well as she thinks – people must die.

Just like for him to live, Karren had to die.

Or did she? Chie said there ought to be another way.

He wishes he could see one.

Karren died to ensure his survival. He will honor her sacrifice until the end of his long, long life.

(And when he does meet someone else, he’ll name their firstborn/first adopted Karren, and save Shuu Jr. for the second).

Karren and Mutsuki wind up locked in a room together at the auction and have to work together to get out. And maybe become friends-ish but of course they are on opposite sides of a war. Also maybe some Tsukikana & Mutsurie undertones. (Poor Karren is always around people obsessed with Kaneki.)

These two are my bro-TP!

“Hogwash!” Kanae shrieks at the door that’s crashed before her, trapping her and the girl in a room the size of a coffin. Well, maybe that’s a slight exaggeration. But only slightly.

“I’m terribly sorry about this kidnapping, Miss. But you understand, I must please my master.” She clasps her hands.

The girl stares back at her.

Mutsuki can smell blood. The special blood he hates once a month, because it reminds him he can never belong.

But it’s not just his.

“You’re female.”

“Entschuldigung, what’s that got to do with anything?” snaps the ghoul, tugging on the door, and Mutsuki knows he’s right.

“You’re like me. A man in a woman’s body.” Mutsuki climbs to his feet.

“Shut up,” spits Kanae, drawing her kagune to break down the door. She pauses. “Wait, what?”

“Are you happier this way?” Mutsuki wraps his arms around himself. “Do you hate yourself in dresses, like I do?”

“No.” Kanae grows quiet, and her kagune vanishes. Why not tell Shuu’s future dinner? Maybe he’ll learn a thing or two after he ingests this boy. “I miss being Karren.”

“I hate being Mutsuki, but I can’t escape her. And I’m not a her. I’m not.” Mutsuki’s eyes well up. Why is he crying – such a girly thing? Will he ever be man enough? Is he hopeless?

“Be whomever you want. Be stronger than me.” Karren smiles with self-deprecation. She spreads her arms wide. “Or you’ll wind up like me, in love with a depressed man who doesn’t even know who you really are.”

“No one knows who I am, either.” But Sensei could. Sensei might not judge him.

“Why am I telling you this, like you won’t be my master’s meal.” Karren scowls. “Weird boy.”

“There’s someone I know. Someone, I think, who might not hate me.”

“The purple-haired bastard? Hey, I get it.” Karren waves her hands. “His eyes when Big Madam dragged you off, lemme tell you. True love.”

Okay, now she really does feel guilty about letting Shuu eat this boy.

“U – Urie? N – no.” Mutsuki turns scarlet.

“Y – yes.” Karren leans in close. “Tell you what, boy. From one misfit to another, we help each other escape this room, and I’ll pretend you’re my captive until we meet your people. You, in turn, let me escape, and remember not to be like me.”

She pulls off her mask, revealing a rather lovely face with distinctive purple eyebrows. And eyes Mutsuki recognizes.

“Deal.” For once, looking in Karren’s eyes, Mutsuki does not feel alone. “Karren.”

Hirako brings his dog into Goat’s headquarters pre-raid. Shio, Rikai, and Yusa must care for it. Bonus if Hajime appears.

“Here we go, Mr. Owl.” Hirako tugs on the leash and can’t resist using his high-pitched baby-voice. “I know you don’t like underground, but there are people who need you here.”

Kaneki, meanwhile, is too busy conversing with Tsukiyama to notice their four-legged arrival. But then Shio streaks by screaming “PUPPER!”, and Rikai and Yusa nearly trample the Centipede and the Gourmet.

“The hell?” Tsukiyama straightens up, running a hand through his hair. “Oh – oh my!”

For now the children are being children, cuddling a fluffy Shiba Inu.

“It’s so cute!” Tsukiyama launches himself at the dog.

“Thank you, Hirako,” sobs Shio. “I love Mr. Owl. He makes me happy.”

“You named your dog Mr. Owl?” Kaneki chokes.

Hirako flushes. “Guilty.”

“It loves me!” Rikai’s face is covered in slobber, and she’s 100% okay with this.

“Look, Shio, it’s Ui!” Yusa pinches the dog’s cheeks like Hairu used to do for Ui.

Kaneki bursts out laughing. It’s the first time in a while they’ve had anything to smile about.

In the distance, Hajime peers out his cell door. Is the king laughing?

Oh. He’s seen Hirako’s puppy before.

He used to have one like it.

He misses it.

For a second, he imagines giving up his mission to be loved by this dog.