Tag: akira mado

Scenario with pregnant Touka at the beach

“I feel like a whale,” Touka mutters, stretching out on the sizzling sand. 

“You’re beautiful!” Kaneki cries, rubbing more sunscreen into her shoulders.

“Meh.” Touka pokes her seven-months-pregnant belly. “Well, the kid’s awake, so they must love the beach.”

“Good.” Kaneki pats her stomach.

“Touka!” Hinami and Ayato race back from the boardwalk. “Here, we got you ice.” 

Hinami shoves a snow cone in Touka’s face. It hasn’t been more than two weeks that ghouls have been able to eat human food. And Touka has, correspondingly, not been able to get enough of sugar.  

“Isn’t it good?” Kaneki asks eagerly as his wife takes a bite.

Touka closes her eyes with pleasure. “This is amazing. Humans are so creative.”

Ayato snorts, but he’s also nursing his own chocolate ice cream cone, so he can’t tease her too much.

“Want to go for a walk in the surf, Onee-chan?” Hinami asks. 

“Ayato, when are you going to make Touka officially Hinami’s Onee-chan?” Kaneki whispers as his wife saunters off with Hina.

“Not before I stab you.” He sticks out his tongue.

———————————-

Touka sniffs the salty, sweet air as surf pounds around her ankles. “The water feels good on my feet.”

“Good.” Hinami smiles. 

“I’m still gonna play volleyball when Akira and Amon get here,” Touka grouses. 

“Obviously. With your ukakus, you and Ayato will dominate,” Hinami says with a smirk.

“I don’t know, if the Quinx show up to help Akira, we’re done,” Touka jokes. Her snow cone dribbles around her lips, red as blood. 

Hinami giggles as two figures wave from down the beach. “That’ll be Akira and Amon.” 

Touka grins as they draw closer. “Hey there.”

Amon nearly chokes.

“Huh?” Touka’s eyes widen with the realization.

Akira elbows him with a laugh. “Amon, dear, it’s a snow cone.”

“I’m sorry!” Amon exclaims. He doesn’t want to make her feel any worse. Really.

Touka flicks cherry syrup onto his face. “There. Now we’re even.”

Akira has a younger brother named Shiori.

Shiori is surprisingly small and sensitive for a Mado. He has the same blond haired feminine features as Akira, and he’s only a few centimeters taller. This means he is occasionally mistaken for her from behind, to both of their embarrassment. 

He always feels bad about killing ghouls, and he lacks the stomach to handle blood. He’s a philosopher at heart, and eagerly takes to Haise Sasaki as an unofficial mentor. Akira tried to keep him from battle, and he feels guilty for appreciating that fact. 

The quinx squad tries to force Shirazu and Urie to get along without arguing/fighting

“This is a fucking joke, right?” Urie is too horrified to move.

“Nope,” says Sasaki. Mado and Arima stand behind him, arms crossed like they mean business.

“No!” wails Shirazu.

“Keep in mind, you had chances to avoid this.” Akira steps closer, and Saiko presses her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing.

Urie shoots her a murderous glare. She squeaks and hides behind Mutsuki. “There’s no way. No fucking way.” 

Takeomi will see me.

“Well, there’s no way you’ll ever do anything from desk work from now on,” says Sasaki sweetly. “Unless.”

He waves the monstrosity in his hands about. A giant shirt reading This is Our Get Along Shirt.

“I thought that existed only in memes,” Shirazu wails.

“Not anymore.” Sasaki waves the two doomed Quinx forward.

It’s tight and awkward. Urie can’t believe he’s going to spend the rest of today chained by cotton to this mouth-breather. 

Saiko doubles over laughing, no longer afraid of either of them. “And here you all thought I was the problem!” 

“That reminds me,” says Sasaki. He snaps his fingers.

Akira holds out a This is Our Hard Work Shirt, and Arima waves a This is Our Face Our Fear Shirt. 

“You’ll each be paired with Akira and Arima, respectively. It was only fair,” says Sasaki. 

Au where Kureo is still alive and Amon and Akira want to tell him they’re getting married but as much as he loves his daughter and Amon he can’t process it

“Hi, Dad.” Akira speaks into the throwaway cellphone she purchased from the convenience store across the street from their motel. 

“Akira.” Kureo sounds hesitant. 

She knows she broke his heart during their last conversation, when she confessed to saving Seidou, to betraying her humanity and family and her mother’s memory. He probably didn’t expect to hear from her again. 

“I’m calling because Amon and I have some news.”

“Amon?!”

“He’s alive too, Dad. Same as Seidou. Would you kill him?” Akira blinks back tears. Amon slips his hand into hers.

“Come back,” Kureo whispers. He can’t bear to answer the question; it could tear his world apart. 

“Anyhow.” Akira hardens her voice. “Amon and I are getting married.”

“Akira!” Kureo often dreamt about Akira happy with Amon, of grandchildren. But now? “He’s a ghoul. And you’re -”

“A traitor,” Akira cuts in. “I know, Dad.”

She hangs up, shaking.

“I’m sorry,” Amon says, stroking her hair. 

“You’re worth it. Ghouls are worth it, actually.” Akira laughs a little. “Shall we get ready?”

When they return from their drive-through wedding, Akira is focused on on her husband. In his arms, she feels freer than she’s ever been.

“What’s this?” Amon carries her into their motel room before hurrying back into the hallway, where a card lies. 

Daughter and son-in-law.

Akira starts. She opens it gingerly.

 Congratulations to you both. I love you.

Akira’s mouth falls open. “He…he knows where we are.”

“And he hasn’t told anyone.” Amon smiles. “There’s hope for him.”

“And we have his blessing,” Akira jokes as she pulls Amon in for another kiss. 

Descriptive Akiramon smut? (yes im thirsty)

AKIRAMON YASSSSS

“I’m sorry you can’t have donuts,” Akira says. Is she supposed to say that? Is it awkward?

Well, she thinks as she eyes Amon sitting on their bed, it can’t be more awkward than the two of them checking into a hotel room as Mr. and Mrs. Kusaba.

Amon shrugs. “It is what it is.”

“I suppose.” Akira walks closer and kisses him again.

He responds more forcefully than before, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. But then he pulls back.

“You don’t…you’re not disgusted kissing a ghoul?”

“You’re my friend. I don’t care what species you are,” Akira says, and somehow, despite her upbringing, she knows this is true.

Amon buries his tongue in her mouth, and Akira gasps slightly. She loves the taste of his saliva, even if he’s flavored like ghouls and humans. She loves him for how is his and all he’s suffered. For helping save Seidou and her. 

She pushes him down onto the bed. “Koutarou…how far are you comfortable going?”

He cherishes the sound of his name on her lips. “As far as you want.”

“I want to make love you, Amon.” It’s not what a proper investigator would do. But Akira is done being a proper investigator. She’d rather be a good investigator. 

“Are you sure?” Amon runs his hands through her flaxen hair. 

She nods, and his eyes glisten. “Please do.” 

Akira responds by ripping her shirt off. 

Amon gasps.

“What? I know I don’t have a large chest, but it’s still something, right?” Akira sticks out her tongue.

He laughs. “Here.” 

He tries to pull of his shirt, but his hands shake, and his fingers slip on the buttons.

Akira chuckles and slowly releases his shirt. She kisses his breast, and Amon sighs.

His face flushes as he realizes Akira has removed her skirt and underwear. “You…you’re beautiful.”

“So are you.” Akira smiles as his fingers explore her body. Finally, she helps tug off his pants and kisses his intimate parts. 

Finally, after their bodies join and after he – responsibly – pulls out before his climax, they lay panting in rhythm, soaked in sweat and love as they stare into each other’s eyes.

“Wow,” Akira says slyly.

“You’re incredible.” Amon pulls her closer for more cuddles. 

would you fuck your clone tg re edition

Re Affiliates

Kaneki Ken – No, my clone makes me sad.

Nagachika Hideyoshi – It’d be fun.

Kamishiro Rize – Yes please. 

Kirishima Touka – I’d rather fuck Kaneki. 

Koma Enji – Ab-sol-ute-ly!

Irimi Kaya – I’m sorry, did you say something?

Yomo Renji – No way. 

Kosaka Yoriko – No? 

Hinami Feuguchi – Uh…ummmmmm…

Nishiki Nishio – I’d rather fuck Kimi.

Nishino Kimi – I’d do it for science. 

Tsukiyama Family

Tsukiyama Shuu – I’d do it while eating myself. 

Karren von Rosewald – If I could pretend it was Master Shuu.

Matsumae – Nah.

Mirumo – 100x yes.

Chie Hori – No.

Clowns

Uta – I’ve already done it. Kagune clone. 

Itori – Hell yeah. I’m hot. 

Hoito Roma – *giggles* obviously

Nimura Furuta – My answer is a resounding yes. 

Rio/Shikorae – ?!

Nico – It’d be so tragic, since you couldn’t be in love with yourself…

Donato Porpora – Technically, that’s not against the Bible…

Aogiri Tree

Kirishima Ayato – I’m gonna decline to answer this

Tatara – What is wrong with you people

Yoshimura Eto – Never say never

Noro – Why am I alive.

Miza Kusakari – Yep.

Naki – Huh?

Yumitsu Tomoe/Hakatori – Probably

Banjou Kazuichi – I’m scared and my answer is no.

CCG

Amon Koutarou – Amon.exe has ceased to function

Takizawa Seidou – No, because I hate myself. 

Mado Akira – I’d rather fuck a kakuja ghoul. 

Houji Kousuke- Shh don’t tell. 

Marude Itsuki – Hell no. 

Washuu Yoshitoki – Hell yes. 

Washuu Matsuri – No. Give me Urie. 

Washuu Tsuneyoshi – Over and over.

Kuriowa Takeomi – Uh – uh – n – no?

Kuriowa Iwao – Nope.

Aura Kiyoko – I’m not even dignifying that with a response. 

Tanakamaru Mougan – I wish. 

Itou Kuramoto – Tee-hee. Yes. 

Kurona Yasuhisa – I used to have a clone. My identical twin. Sometimes I can still hear her voice…

Arima Squad

Ihei Hairu – Probably

Arima Kishou – Did Eto send you to ask this?

Ui Koori – It’s unethical. 

Take Hirako – Who can say?

Suzuya Squad

Suzuya Juuzou – Why not?

Keijin Nakarai – I’d rather have someone else interested in me besides me. 

Hanbee Abara – Nooooooo.

Miyuki Mikage – OMG YES. 

Mizurou Tamaki – Possibly. 

Quinx Squad

Yonebayashi Saiko – hahahaha of course. 

Shirazu Ginshi – Why the fuck are you asking this? 

Urie Kuki – indubitably. 

Mutsuki Tooru – I’m grotesque 😦 

Hsaio Ching-Li – lol no.

Aura Shinsanpei – That sounds melodramatic, so yes. 

Higemaru Touma – lol. lol. lol. uh. Come back later after I’ve thought about it.

Akira and Amon’s toddler daughter Kasuka’s first fully formed word being “Koutarou” and he’s flattered but would have preferred “Daddy”. What happens?

YAS AKIRAMON YAAAAAAAAS.

“Say Daddy,” Akira encourages Kasuka. Their daughter grips her finger and totters towards Amon. “Get ready, Koutarou.” 

He crouches on the ground, ready to catch her. She tumbles into his strong hands, giggling. “Koutarou!” 

He gasps.

“She said your name!” Akira would have assumed Daddy was easier. Kasuka is smart, and she’s a proud Mama. 

“I’m flattered,” Amon says, hugging Kasuka. “Yes, Daddy is Koutarou.”

“Koutarou!” She cheers.

After they put her to bed for the evening, Amon allows himself angst. “But what if she never calls me Daddy?”

“Is that a problem?” Akira cocks an eyebrow.

“Yes! I want to be her Daddy! I want her to call me Daddy witht he same affection you used for Mado.” Amon rubs his forehead. “Please.”

Akira has to laugh. “Oh my.”

“I know, it’s not logical, but I want it.” He clenches his fists.

“We’ll work on teaching her Daddy,” Akira assures him. She plants a kiss on his cheek. “I love your illogical side.” 

( a continuation of the mutsuki and touka reunion? at the ccg) The whole time mutsuki is flipping out, touka is just calming drinking her decaf coffee (cause i don’t think pregnant ladies can have caffeine) and says “man, i always heard about people hating their inlaws but this just takes the cake” which is overheard by several q-squad members and just adds to the confusion

Touka sips the terrible decaf coffee Hide brewed just for her. “Man, I always heard about people hating their in laws but this just takes the cake, you know?”

“You can eat cake?” Saiko asks.

“In laws? You mean, you really are married?” Takizawa laughs. “Holy shit!”

“Does that make you my mother?” gasps Higemaru. “Because I am down with that. She’s a badass.”

“I hate her! I hate her! She’s not our mother!” cries Mutsuki. “She – she stole Sensei away! That slut!”

Ayato rises, but Hinami yanks him back. 

“Touka is actually pretty cool for the rabbit who killed my dad,” Akira says, tossing her a wry smile. Akira keeps her hands massaging Mutsuki’s shoulders. 

Aura spits out his coffee. “She what?”

“Say it, don’t spray it,” says Nishiki with a glare.  

“Oh come off it, we’re all killers here.” Kurona primly lifts her mug.

“Mutsuki, Kaneki left you because he couldn’t face himself,” Tsukiyama says quietly. “He’s never been good at that. Not that I have either. He craves a family but fears the hurt that comes with love. It was his failing, not yours. Not Touka’s.” He smiles slightly. “He told me the list of people he cared about once. Believe me, you Quinx were included.”

Mutsuki sniffles. “Really?” 

But I am awful. I kill families. But Akira is rubbing his back, and Urie has approached him, and Saiko looks at him with kindness he doesn’t deserve. Did he leave the Quinx home, too? 

“Really.” Tsukiyama nods. 

Mutsuki lets out a little sob, and that does it. Saiko springs up and embraces him. Even Touka has to smile. 

“Wait, wait, wait!” Ayato stands up. “Touka! Does that mean you really are – the rumors – the decaf -”

He turns purple. “I CAN’T HELP HIM!”

“Sit down and shut up,” Yomo mumbles. 

Ayato sits.

hide rounded up those who wanted to help kaneki and they were all in a separate meeting room. In stumbles mutuski and Aura who iare late don’t really know what is going on, they see touka and just intensely stare (cause they’re like “wtf is she mocking us or just has mega lady balls”) And touka is all like “are you finally gonna be joining us” (definitely mocking) and mutsuki flips out much to the confusion of everyone else (pls include multiple pov if you can) thanks!!!!!!!

“Ar you sure this is a good idea?” Urie mutters.

“I think it’s fantastic.” Saiko beams at Touka, who feels a strange fondness for this other blue-haired girl.

“I think it’s necessary,” mutters Serpent. Nishiki, he calls himself. 

The Gourmet giggles besides a goateed ghoul who calls himself Banjou. A short woman, Three Blades’ Miza, swats Tsukiyama on his shoulder. Higemaru looks at Akira and Amon with wonder, his heroes finally within reach. Hsaio and Hakatori exchange tentative smiles. Yomo Renji, still dazed, leans on Fueguchi HInami and former Aogiri executive Kirishima Ayato for support. Takizawa Seidou, Yasuhisa Kurona, and Urie sulk in their own respective corners. 

And Hide is charged with controlling these crazy messes. 

“Hi,” he croaks out, for once understanding Kaneki’s shyness.

The door bangs open. “We came as quick as we could!” 

Aura Shinsanpei hurries in, Mutsuki Tooru behind him.

Yomo groans. Not again. 

Mutsuki stares at Touka, who refuses to budge from her position besides Hide, at the head of the table. She won’t give him the satisfaction.

“Is this mockery of CCG? And everything we stand for?” Aura clenches his fist.

“So good of you to finally join us,” Touka says stiffly.

Mutsuki’s mouth opens and shuts without a word. He wanted to help Sensei. He came to help Sensei, not to see her. “She isn’t helping Sensei!”

He’s jealous of her. Urie tries to push the thought from his mind. No, Mutsuki can’t be.

“Mucchy, why would you say that? They’re married!” Saiko claps her hands. 

“I’ll beat your asses again,” Miza warns them.

“You did this! You made sensei into this!” screams Mutsuki.

“Furuta did, which means technically, your CCG did, on the bodies of a hundred little kids,” Akira snaps.

He looks hurt. 

“Look, this isn’t easy for me either, considering you razed my family,” says Tsukiyama. “But we all love Kaneki, and we all have to work together if we want to save him.”

“She took him,” whimpers Mutsuki, tears in his eyes.

Akira frowns. Mutsuki isn’t well. Maybe – maybe he didn’t turn on her as easily as she thought. 

“Mutsuki, this isn’t like you,” she says. Amon tightens his grip on her arm.

“Pah,” says Seidou. 

“Helpful,” Kurona shoots at him. He rolls his eyes.

“Mutsuki?” Akira stands and approaches him again.

Urie’s hands sweat. He should be the one comforting Mutsuki. Asking the hard questions. 

But because he’s Urie Yuki, he can’t do it in that order. “What the hell is going on?!”