Furuta and Rize AU where they end up together and happy

We’re going to pretend Kaneki became a ghoul by different means, Furuta was in on Arima’s plans, and all the human-ghoul conflicts are mostly resolved.

“Fruit-chan, I’m hungry.” Rize pokes her husband’s nose to wake him up.

Furuta squints in the hazy morning light. “But you’re always hungry.”

“So are you. For me.” Rize smiles slyly at him and starts to climb out of bed.

“Don’t – leave – me.” Furuta tugs her closer.

“I have to eat. For myself and the baby,” Rize says, snuggling next to him.

Furuta chokes. “The what?”

“We’re having a baby. I found out yesterday.” Rize runs her fingers through his dark hair.

Furuta is terrified. “Wha – what if – I mean – I thought we used -”

“Mistakes happen, Fruit.”

“But what if I’m a bad father? We don’t have any examples,” cries Furuta. “A – arima is a poor excuse. Oh my god!”

Rize sighs. “While you’re collecting yourself, I’m going to be eating breakfast.”

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“He’s losing his mind, isn’t he?” Touka hands her a cup of decaf coffee.

“Completely.”

“Ken lost his head when we had our kid, too. He’ll be fine.”

But after an hour, Touka calls in reinforcements.

Kaneki begrudgingly enters Rize and Furuta’s bedroom. “Furuta?”

Furuta looks up from where he lies on the floor. His eyes are bloodshot.

“I think Rize’s supposed to be the nauseated one,” Kaneki jokes.

“Kaneki, I am barely able to have a happy relationship with Rize,” Furuta whispers. “I can’t have a family. I don’t know families.”

Kaneki sighs and sits beside Furuta. “Now, that’s not true. You know us. We consider you family.”

“How did you manage?”

“One moment at a time.” Kaneki nudges Furuta. “You’re gonna fuck it up. But it’s okay. One moment at a time.”

“I didn’t expect you to swear like that.”

Kaneki rolls his eyes. “Come downstairs and have fun.”

When Furuta emerges downstairs, Rize holds out her hand and spins him around. She might as well dance gracefully while she still can.

Furuta presses his lips to her. “We better hope he has my eyesight.”

“We better hope she has my lack of moles,” Rize shoots back.

“You love my mole,” he whines.

“I do.” Rize nibbles on it.

“Uh, there are children around.” Touka holds up her baby, but she’s smiling.

Hajime, in addition to his canon fanboying of Kaneki’s strength and implied unhealthy attachment, has a crush on him, and the reason he’s mad Kaneki didn’t take him with him when Kaneki and Touka were getting married is because he wants to be at Kaneki’s side even if he can’t have him

This is one of the funniest asks I’ve gotten. I adore this!

Hajime crouches besides Kaneki’s limbless body. “Why didn’t you invite me to your wedding?”

Kaneki snaps back to reality. In his mind, all his past selves are flabbergasted. “Huh?”

“I wanted to marry you. It’s not fair; you could’ve at least invited me!” Hajime crosses his arms.

Furuta halts his walk away. Oooookay, this wasn’t the plan.

Furuta and Kaneki’s eyes meet each other, and for once, both of them share the same emotion: bewilderment.

“Hajime, are you feeling okay?” Furuta asks delicately.

“Isn’t my face beautiful, too?” Hajime cries, stroking his cheeks. “You were – you were supposed to be the ghoul who helped people – I wanted to be a part of that – but you’re just weak – and you don’t even care about me!”

He kicks Kaneki. “Take that! And that!”

“Hajime…I’m sorry,” Kaneki lies.

Furuta doubles over with laughter. “You’re a horrible liar, baby.”

Hajime summons his kagune and shoves it in Kaneki’s mouth. “Now you can’t lie.”

Kaneki bites down, and Hajime gasps. “He’s eating me!”

He feels kinda honored.

“Finally,” mutters Furuta.

But instead of a rampage, instead of flying body parts, Hajime keeps regenerating his kagune and feeding more to Kaneki.

Furuta waits. “I order none of you to attack him. Let’s see how far this goes.”

Kaneki throws back his head and laughs. His centipede kakuja is now complete.

“You calculated well, Furuta, I’ll give you that. But you weren’t counting on the power of love, were you?”

“We’re gonna troll you together,” Hajime says, rubbings hands together with anticipation.

Masanori’s Trick or treating adventure!

“Look at me, Daddy!”

Masanori twirls around, showing off his black bobbed wig. “I’m YOU! Uncle Uta helped me.”

“You look just like Daddy,” Hairu says with a grin. She’s Rapunzel, and Ui is Flynn Rider.

“Yay!” Masanori claps his hands.

Ui is too happy to speak, so he hugs his child instead. “Now, be safe out there.”

“I will!” Masanori hurries outside to join the other GOAT children.

“Trick or treat!” Masanori first rings Touka and Kaneki’s door.

“Yes?” Touka, dressed like a fortune teller, falls back. “It’s a CCG investigator! AHHHHH!”

Masanori giggles. “No, it’s just Masanori!”

Kaneki, having been forced into a purple dragon costume, hands Masanori sugar tubes.

“Thank you!” Masanori skips to Ayato and Hinami’s next.

“Rawr!” Ayato is dressed like a pirate; Hinami, a yellow parrot. They hand Masanori chocolate.

Naki is Frankenstein and Miza his bride.

“Oo-oooooh.” Miza zombie walks towards the children, and they shriek.

“What tasty children!” Pennywise Itori greets them next, with angel Yomo and devil Uta behind her.

“Watch out, I’ll use my quinque,” teases Masanori. “Wait, Uncle Yomo, are those your ukaku wings.”

“With some help from Uta,” Yomo says uncomfortably.

Nishiki is dressed as a spider and Kimi a butterfly, connected by a web, and they hand out homemade cupcakes to thrill the children.

The Quinx mansion is next, and Saiko greets them as Gintoki. Hsaio as a ninja and Shirazu as a shark appear behind her, followed by Aura as perhaps a ghost – a white sheet, as any rate – and Higemaru as some monster of his own devising. Urie and Mutsuki join as Cookie Monster and a cat, respectively.

Cinderella Yoriko and Prince Charming Takeomi hand out more baked goods, and then it’s on to the Tsukiyama’s.

Chie as a bat hangs in a tree, snapping as many pictures as she can.

“Greetings, mortals!” Tsukiyama thrusts open his front door, dressed in rich wizarding robes. Kanae as an elf holds up ring pops.

Arima opens his door, mortified. He’s dressed as a black goat, and sexy witch Eto looks all too pleased with herself.

The children plod over to Hirako’s, where the three Musketeers pretend to attack as a giant Shiba hands them Kit-kats. Hajime appears to chase off the Musketeers, complete as Superman.

Kurona as a vampire and Seidou as a greek god provide Masanori with his favorite gift yet: caramel, the sticky stuff Mommy and Daddy don’t often buy after he smeared it across the entire kitchen.

An enormous version of Maris Stella answers the door at Akira and Amon’s, and the Suzuya Squad as Robin Hood and his merry men – including Hanbee as Maid Marion – swoop in to deliver Skittles.

When Masanori turns around, he sees all the parents gathered. “All right, off to our last stop.”

“Where?” Masanori asks.

“You don’t think your other uncle would miss this, do you?” Hairu asks lightly.

The adults are still wary as they enter the jail. But their reserve soon gives way to laughter when Haise Sasaki greets Kaneki in Furuta’s voice. “Hi, me! We look cute today!”

“I hate you,” Kaneki says.

“I love us,” says Haise. He showers the children with chocolate, and Masanori thinks himself the luckiest kid alive.

Furuta with a clingy daughter?

Furuta’s clingy daughter melts his heart, from the moment she is born. She’s placed in his arms and her wails instantly quiet. Her eyes meet his – and he sees that she has his dark hair and his mole, and bam! he’s convinced that she is the greatest person alive.

Having a child dote on him makes him feel worthwhile, like all his bad misdeeds aren’t the sum of his life.

Sometimes he cries when she asks for hugs. He’ll never deny her, because he remembers when Tsuneyoshi denied him and that still hurts.

He loves helping her dress in fancy outfits and playing tea party. She’s his princess, and he wants her to have everything he didn’t.

His favorite nights are when she asks if she can sleep in bed with him and her mom.

She asked to hold his hand as he walked her to school on her first day, and he told her he was proud of her because that’s the one thing he always wanted to hear. She seems to like it, too.

When she gets older, she often turns to him for friend and boy advice. He’s funny and nonjudgemental, which she loves him for.

If you try to date his teenage daughter, he would have zero problems reminding you that he’s happy to turn you into paté.

can I get some cute fluffy Furukane? I need something to deal with ch 143

*hands out antidotes to Ch. 143*

“Wait, wait, wait.” Kaneki waves his arms around. “You’re telling me your grand plan was to turn me into a kakuja monster and bring everyone down with you?”

“It hinged on my death, yes.” Furuta sips his coffee.

“Fruit, that’s the stupidest plan ever.” Touka scowls at him from where she’s wiping tables across the cafe.

“No, the saddest.” Tsukiyama winks at him. “I love the drama, though, Souta.”

“But we want you to be alive.” Kaneki touches his shoulder. “I want you alive.”

“I know.” Furuta flushes. He wasn’t counting on Kaneki kidnapping him that moment he confessed his grand upbringing. He wasn’t counting on Kaneki being so decisive, on declaring that the world must know the truth about the Garden. On Kaneki pitying him.

And slowly, as their plans against V took shape, he’d realized he needed Kaneki in his life. He awoke happy to be alive because Kaneki was there.

Kaneki cared.

Kaneki watches Furuta with a smile. Shio runs up to show off his latest moves, Touka curses him for knocking over her cup of coffee, and Furuta actually smiles.

If Furuta can change, if Tsukiyama and Touka and Kaneki himself can change, the world has a change of uniting across species.

He hopes Furuta hasn’t guessed his feelings yet.

Across the table, Furuta hopes the same. He’s already told Kaneki everything he did to Rize. They’re planning to raid Kanou’s lab again and rescue her. He knows she’ll probably hate him – and should – but once they’ve rescued her, once he’s rectified at least one thing he’s done wrong, he plans on kissing Kaneki.

That FurutUi was so precious and positive it made me feel happy about myself, thank you :) can you write a sequel with Ui showing Fruit’s tummy (and Fruit himself) some love and Nimura being just emotional ™?

I love emotional Furuta. This may be slightly NSFW.

Insecurities flood Furuta as he lies naked besides Ui. The covers are pulled over him, as he insisted.

Ui cracks his eyes open and smiles. HIs hand slides across the bed to rub Furuta’s tummy.

“Your body is beautiful, and that includes your tummy.” Ui scoots closer. “May I remove the blankets?”

Furuta blushes, but nods.

Ui throws off the sheets and beams at Furuta. “Look how strong and beautiful you are. You have such shiny skin. A rich belly I love.” He kisses Furuta’s belly. “Strong legs, beautiful feet. What’s not to love?”

:Oh, I almost forgot. You’re the funniest person I know.” Ui lays his head on Furuta’s stomach to stare into his eyes. “I love you, Fruit-chan.”

Furuta tears up. Someone complimenting all his insecurities is what he never imagined even in his wildest dreams. “I can’t believe it.”

“Why? Because you’ve never had love before?” Ui sits up. “Well, I do love you, just as you are.”

“And I love you.” Furuta drags Ui atop him. “I really, really do.”

“Then know you’re safe with me.”

Furuta smiles. It’ll take time.

“We’ll work for it,” Ui says. “Together.”

“We will,” Furuta whispers, embracing his lover.

A scenario from Souta/Nimura’s childhood in the garden?

TW for sexual slavery and Tsuneyoshi being a lecherous skank.

“Souta, come meet my new cousin!” Ihei Hairu tugs Souta by his hair.

“Ow!” He winces. He’s been across the garden to avoid the screams of the latest birth. He doesn’t like people screaming.

“Come on!” Hairu races across the grass to the central tent, and Souta dutifully follows.

“Look at him!” Hairu holds up a chubby-cheeked infant with a wisp of white and blue hair. “His name is Shio! Isn’t he the best?”

Shio cries, and Hairu gasps. “Oh no!”

She shoves the baby into Souta’s arms, and to his amazement, it quiets down.

“Oooh, you’ll be a natural papa someday,” says Shio’s mother, circles under her magnificent eyes. She’ll have a month to hold and nurse Shio, before another Washuu warms her bed.

Iyo and Rize approach, but their faces are considerably more downcast. They’re nearing the age when their bodies change, and soon they know this will be their future.

“Can I hold him?” Hsaio Ching-Li pouts.

“You’re already holding Yusa.” The one-year-old hangs on her hips, and two-year-old Rikai has her arms around Hsaio’s legs. Furuta tightens his grip on newborn Shio.

“Congratulations.” Arima Kishou strides in and bows towards the exhausted ghoul. “Tsuneyoshi is here.”

And indeed, the demon Washuu himself sweeps into the tent.

Furuta nervously offers his dad the baby. Everyone holds their breath for his approval; but Furuta is too giddy that Daddy’s fingers brushed his to care.

“He’s a beautiful child,” Tsuneyoshi pronounces. Shio’s mother sighs in relief.

As Tsuneyoshi leaves, Furuta watches his eyes linger on Rize, whose chest is beginning to blossom. She wraps her arms around herself.

This isn’t fair. He doesn’t want her treated like this. Rize doesn’t want this.

Souta knows he has to save her.

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.”

Can you do Kaneki/Sasaki returning to his CCG family and being forgiven by them and welcomed with open arms? I need this

I need open arms now too after that … knife to the heart that was 143.

Go, Touka had urged him. You can’t live a lie anymore.

And here he is. Standing before the Quinx – Mutsuki is held back from his arms by Urie and Aura – before Suzuya Squad, before Nimura Furuta.

“I…I know I hurt you all.” He looks into everyone’s eyes, except Furuta.

“Yeah, and you hurt my aunt,” snaps Aura.

“It wasn’t him,” Hirako Take says from behind Kaneki.

“Huh?” Aura pales.

“It was me.”

Aura’s face blanches, and Shio, Rikai, and Yusa leap in front of their leader.

“Calm down, tall angry man,” begs Shio. Despite herself, Saiko laughs.

“Why?” Ui spits.

“Because Arima…Arima killed himself,” Kaneki whispers.

“That sounds convenient.” Iwao Kuriowa cocks an eyebrow.

“It’s the truth,” Yusa snaps.

“We all saw it,” says Rikai.

“Urie, Mutsuki, Saiko…I know I hurt you. The world has enough hurt in it; I need to stop the hurting.” Kaneki wipes his eyes. “I’m not on the ghoul’s side anymore. I’m not on the human’s side anymore. I’m on the side of working together.”

Furuta scoffs. “Are you buying this shit?”

“Work together, like in one-eyed ghouls? Not the failures we are.” Hsaio points to herself and Furuta.

“Exactly!” Shio beams at her.

“What?!” yells Higemaru.

“Haise…” Suzuya steps forward. “Just so you know, I’m supposed to kill you now.”

“Please don’t,” Mutsuki says, and Saiko prepares to launch her kagune.

“I don’t want to,” Suzuya finishes. How can he kill the only other person who looked at him with Shinohara’s eyes? “So if there will be more fighting, it won’t come from Suzuya Squad.”

“Or the Quinx,” Urie says.

“You can’t be serious.” Furuta laughs nervously.

“We are. Also, we actually like Haise, Director.” Hsaio plants her hands on her hips. “Let’s confess everything. Right here, right now.”

“No.”

“So there is something to confess?” Hirako challenges.

Furuta knows he’s caught, but Kaneki steps forward. “I’m not going to hurt you, Furuta.”

“Mamman!” Saiko launches herself into his arms, and Urie and Mutsuki follow with Suzuya.

“Oh, what the hell.” Aura joins the rest of the Quinx. So his Squad founder didn’t maim his aunt. He’ll settle a duel with Hirako later. Right now, he sees love pouring from everyone towards Kaneki Ken, and he wants some of this love.

Heyo, lately I’ve been feeling really self conscious about my body, do you mind writing a collegeAU FurutUi where Fruit feels self conscious about gaining the freshman fifteen (or thirty, really) but Ui shows him that he loves him even if he is a jerk, so of course he’ll love him even if he is chubbier. Sorry if it bothers you, and thank you!

Absolutely! I relate to body insecurities, too. ❤ ❤ ❤ You’re not alone, and though it’s cliche, it’s true: you’re beautiful the way you are.

Trigger warning for body issues/fat shaming.

“Hey, piggy.”

Furuta oinks back at the rude middle schoolers, because when people bully you, you should turn it into a joke and hate yourself more, right?

He can’t believe he’s gained this much weight. He wants to carve his oily flesh off.

He remembers taking Ami to prom to humiliate her for her weight. Well, now the tables have turned, and to be honest, this might be karma.

But Furuta is dishonest to his core, so really he’s just uncomfortable because he’s above Ami and right now he doesn’t look it. Right?

“Hey, Fruit-chan!” Ui Koori, that dork, hurries towards him.

“Ooh, he’s shaped like one,” yells one of the middle-schoolers.

Ui’s mouth drops. “You’re seriously letting three adolescents bully you?”

“They can’t hurt me,” Furuta lies.

“Stop it.” Ui narrows his eyes.

Furuta braces himself for the inevitable ethics spiel.

But instead, he feels Ui’s lips on his.

Furuta jerks back. “Excuse the fuck me?!”

“Ahem – you know I like you. You’re perceptive.” Ui shakes his head. “And if I like you despite the compulsive lies born from insecurity and your mean girl nature, maybe I don’t care if you’ve put on weight.”

Ui sighs. “You don’t believe me, do you?”

“Nope.” Furuta grins.

But he’d like to.

Despite himself, he feels his hands taking Ui’s. “Do you want to go read Gintama together? I have the latest in my dorm.”

Ui’s eyes shine. “Yes, I do.”

As they walk back to campus together, Ui slips his arm around Furuta’s midsection. “Dude, as long as I can still wrap my arms around you, you’re fine.”

Furuta feels an ember of hope that he might escape his dead end lies after all. And if someone can love him, messy on the outside and in, anything is possible.