uihai playing twister ;)

This is a fantastic idea

Ui is not sure how he got roped into this, but his head is facing the wrong direction and one leg is over one shoulder. 

Hairu, probably. She wanted to join the Quinx’s party, and even though he was uncomfortable, he went for her. 

Now they’re the last two Twister survivors, battling for victory.

Hairu laughs. She looks like a pretzel covered in rose petals.

“Ui. Your turn.” Saiko spins. “Left hand, green.”

Ui screams internally.

Saiko exchanges a smirk with Shirazu. Their plot to catch Inspector Bowl Cut in a state of disarray is working.

With a groan, he plants his left hand on the nearest green he can find. His muscles tremble, but he won’t give up.

“Koori, I’m in pain.” Hairu flutters her eyes at him.

“You can fall,” he grunts.

“There’s no love to spare in Twister.” Saiko rubs her hands together. “Hairu, right foot, yellow.”

“Yellow, like the sun.” Hairu smiles and barely manages to reach around Ui. 

She finds face directly over his, which is perfectly positioned upwards. “Hello there.”

“Help me,” he whispers.

“Okay.” She kisses him.

Ui shrieks and falls, taking her with him.

“Hairu cheated. That means Ui is the winner.” Saiko would be upset, but Hairu kissed Ui, and that’s even better than her plan.

Ui sputters.

“She meant it,” all the Quinx yell simultaneously – even Urie, because Mutsuki made him. 

Hairu flushes and smiles at Ui. He can’t quite believe it, but he kisses her back. 

“Time for spin the bottle!” yells Saiko.

Ui’s parenting vs Hairu’s parenting?

Ui’s an overly-anxious, 100% no all the time kind of dad, but then his guilt overwhelms him. So he tells them to ask Hairu instead. 

Because, so long as they’re not asking to drink bleach or play with a quinque, Hairu’s happy to oblige their kid. 

Ui’s favorite moments are reading out loud to their kid before they sleep. Hairu’s are whatever adventure she has planned next. Last week they went splashing in puddles. 

Their kid is constantly dressed in the silliest costumes that Hairu can’t resist buying. Ui secretly loves showing them off dressed as a shark or a cat or – especially – that one time she dressed them up as Arima. 

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Ui feels like a failure of a parent. Usually, every request he answers with “No” is immediately taken to Hairu, who says “yes,” then teases him for being overly anxious. 

But now their kid has asked something she won’t say “yes” to. 

Their kid wants to kill ghouls.

Ui grabs him before he goes and upsets Hairu. “You realize Mommy is part ghoul?”

Their child frowns. “But she’s a good ghoul. I want to fight the bad ones, like you!”

“No one’s bad or good,” Ui says. This is a reality he himself still struggles to accept. “Just bad or good actions.”

“I’m good, right?” His eyes are wide.

“Yes! And I love you.” Ui hugs him tight, just as Hairu sashays in. She throws herself in their love pile without another word.

Since you wrote about Ui confessing to Hairu, what about their first date?

Soooo much Uihai! I love it. 

“So, what do you have planned?” Hirako perches on Ui’s desk. His smirk sends shivers down Ui’s spine.

“Uh –” He’s already consulted Arima and decided on a fancy chocolate bar, followed by the latest romantic comedy. But if he tells Hirako, there’s a 99% chance of Squad 0′s kids showing up with cameras. 

“Koori! I’m ready!” Hairu breezes in, dressed in a beautiful red dress and heels high enough that she might now be taller than Ui.

His face is white. “You look beautiful.”

“So do you!” Hairu leans over and takes his hands. “Bye, Hirako!”

“Have fun. Make good decisions!” Hirako can’t resist.

“Ui, you’re sweeter than this chocolate.” Hairu sips her marshmallow-filled mug. 

“Arima helped me decide,” he admits.

“Arima knows us well.” Hairu pokes his nose, leaving strawberry syrup on the tip. “Look! You’re a clown!”

Ui feigns horror. “You’ll have to execute me!”

“Noooooo, not my Koori!” Hairu gasps, and much like the chocolate surrounding them, Ui is melting inside.

The romantic comedy turns out to suck, which disappoints them both, but when they leave early they’re able to run around Tokyo together. For once, they don’t worry about ghouls and humanity fighting for survival. 

For once, they’re the only one on each other’s mind. They’re dancing alone under the starlight, in a garden they’re trespassed into.

It’s a perfect date.

nsfw ui x hairu pls (omg i love ur stuff, bless u and this blog)

Thank you, sweet Nonny-Mouse! 

Ui knocks on Hairu’s apartment door. She invited him over for dinner, and he’s been looking forward to spending time with her all day. 

“Come in!” she sings, and Ui cracks open the door. He immediately stumbles.

Hairu leans against the wall, clothed in lacy black lingerie. 

Ui hyperventilates. “H – H – Hairu!” 

“So silly.” Hairu shuts the door quickly. “Too much? Too fast?”

“Uh, n-n-n-no.” Ui’s face is scarlet. Blood roars in his ears. 

“Are you sure? Do you need to sit down?” She can’t resist adding, “I have a bed.”

“If you’re really uncomfortable, I can change.” Hairu strokes his hair. He leans on her to avoid falling over.

“You look beautiful,” he manages, and Hairu grins.

“You look handsome yourself.”

“M – M – May we?” Ui is now sweating. 

“If you want,” she purrs.

His lips crash onto hers, and he lets her tug him into her bedroom. 

She lies him down on the bed and tugs off his jacket, then his shirt. She strokes his well-toned abdomen, then moves her hand lower, and he groans. 

“I’ve never done this before,” she admits, her face as pink as her hair. 

“Guess we’ll be learning together, then,” Ui says with a chuckle, playing with the edges of her lingerie. 

Hairu has condoms she’s just purchased, but they have quite the adventure getting to that point. It’s slow and funny and he thinks she’s so cute, the way she squeals and peppers his face with kisses. And she thinks he’s so dashing, because he’s gentle and desperate and awe-struck all at once. 

They love making each other happy, and now they have another way to do that.

Koori proposing to Hairu lol

So much Uihai. I love it!

Ihei Hairu nearly collapses as soon s their meeting ends. She swears Marude just asked questions to hear himself talk. 

“Coffee?” Ui asks her, and she nods eagerly.

“I’d die without it after whatever the hell that was,” Hairu mutters, and Ui has to chuckle, though he feels guilty, too. After all, he was the one who asked Marude to take up extra time.

When they arrive at Re cafe, Hairu’s favorite, he orders a latte for both of them, as planned. The blue-haired manager winks at him. She’s been planning this for a week. 

Hairu looks down at her cup and gasps.

Will you marry me? is written in the foam.  

“Now!” he hears Shio whisper, and Hirako’s dog totters into the cafe, a ring box adorning its collar.

Ui drops to his knees. “Will you – I mean – can you – do you want to marry me?”

His fingers scrambled to open the box. A beautiful pink diamond, just the color of her hair. Arima helped him pick it out.

Hairu shrieks. “Yes!” 

And then she tackles him, peppering his face with kisses. 

The Quinx Squad and Arima Squad file in, Saiko with balloons and Hirako with chocolates. Sasaki heads right up to the manager to thank her.

“Koori,” she whispers in his ear, “you’ve made me the happiest person alive.”

Hairu is sick. Ui winds up helping her.

“Kill meeeeee,” whines Hairu, staggering in to CCG.

“Honey, a C-rated ghoul could manage that,” Hirako watches her collapse into her desk chair.

On cue, Ui Koori hightails out of Arima’s office. There’s only one person who can distract him from Arima-worship, and she’s currently a mucus-y mess. “Do you have the flu?” 

“I dunno,” mumbles Hairu. “I’m dying, Koori.”

“I’ll get a thermometer!” He dashes off, and Hirako exchanges a grin with Arima, who approaches her from behind.

“’Rima.” She smiles blearily.

“Please go home.”

“Nooooooo.” She juts out her lower lip. 

“Here. I stole this from the lab. It was clean!” Ui shoves a thermometer in Hairu’s hands. “Is there something else I can do for you? Coffee? Tea? Soup?”

“Moo uh ee nish,” she says around the thermometer.

“Sorry, didn’t catch that.” Hirako smirks.

“She said soup would be nice.” Ui snatches the thermometer from her mouth. “No, Hairu! You have a high fever!”

“Home.” Arima snaps his fingers and returns to his office. There will be no questions. She will rest.

“I’ll take you home.” Ui holds out his arms. “I’ll carry you.”

“Desperate,” Hirako mutters, but he doesn’t care, because Hairu’s in his arms, mumbling deliriously about how cute he is. 

The next day, neither show up to work. When Arima and Hirako pay them a visit, they find both at Hairu’s place, curled up on the couch watching Disney through their sniffles. 

Um, hello, hello! I read your guidelines and was wondering if I may ask for a scenario where after dinner together, Arima takes Kiyoko to a floral shop, at first she’s unsure why he chose the shop? He ends up proposing to her at the shop. After the initial surprise, Kiyoko makes a remark how the shop is fitting to select flowers for the future wedding bouquet! This ship is practically nonexistent save for a couple of fics I’ve seen, I’d be so happy to see your take on it!!

Oh my goodness, I’m learning so many new Arima ships. Of course you may ask! Bring it!

“Still sleepy?” Kiyoko grins at Arima. The evening sun filters through the streets of Tokyo, and she recognizes it as the type of scene Arima loves, the kind that helps him forget the gore of last night’s mission.

Arima laughs in response. Lat night she found him out of breath and disoriented. She know’s he’s dying, and still she enjoys his company. Kiyoko is stronger than all the Special Investigator men put together, and, to his endless delight, she knows it.

Kiyoko grabs his hands, and he knows the surprise in his pocket is right, even if he’s half in the grave.

“I have something to show you,” he murmurs.

“Lead on.” Kiyoko raises an eyebrow. There are no other men she’d follow without question.

He leads her to a small shop named Sakura’s. The perfume of roses and lilies nestles around them. There are tulips blooming on the floor and ivy crawling up the walls, and a fountain in the center. 

Kiyoko chuckles. “It’s like the paradise I dreamed of as a girl.”

“Did you dream of any other paradise?” 

Kiyoko turns around to see Arima down on one knee, holding out a sparkling diamond ring. 

He doesn’t dare breathe. She should be smart and refuse, because there’s pain in the future. But not only pain, so still he hopes.

“Well, you are a smooth one, Kishou.” Kiyoko holds out her hand, and he dares to slip the ring on.

“Thank you,” he rasps.

“Thank you, you romantic nincompoop.” Kiyoko plants a kiss on his lips. 

“Hurrah!” Hirako Take jumps out from behind the counter. Hairu’s behind him, snapping pictures, and Koori Ui holds champagne.

Kiyoko throws her head back and laughs. “Are you serious?”

“Too much?”

“I can’t have too much of you.” Kiyoko smiles slyly. “But since the owners clearly agreed to let you stage this, I think it’s only fair if we buy wedding flowers here.” 

She’s so efficient. Arima marvels. “I can’t wait to see what you choose.” 

With her, he believes the impossible. He believes life can begin even as if ends. 

But consider all of the cast with lightsabers.

Oh my word

I’ve sorted the characters according to their introductory affiliation.

Anteiku/Re Affiliates

Kaneki Ken – After inheriting a very special bright red/Darth Maul two-sided saber from the fallen Rize Kamishiro, he finds himself hunted by the Dark Side.

Nagachika Hideyoshi – His is light blue, like Luke’s. 

Yoshimura Kuzen – He’s long retired his purple lightsaber, except when he brings it out to clean up after his daughter, Darth Owl. It used to be his lover Ukina’s, from whom he learned how to wield it. 

Kamishiro Rize – She was exceptionally skilled with her two-sided saber, but is currently saber-less. 

Kirishima Touka – Hers is dark blue and she wields it well. 

Koma Enji – Green.  

Irimi Kaya – Green. This is why she and Koma first fought in the 20th ward, before Yoshimura convinced them there was room for two green sabers.

Yomo Renji – Darksaber all the way.

Kosaka Yoriko – Yellow-green, but she would rather not use it. 

Hinami Feuguchi – Yellow, two-sided, and she possesses uncanny skill. 

Nishiki Nishio – green and cracked. 

Nishino Kimi – green (this is how she met Nishiki). He then cracked her crystal by accident, and learned the power of love by her forgiveness. 

Tsukiyama Family

Tsukiyama Shuu – the gourmet’s is indigo to match his hair, and he adores it to the point that he talks to it. Still, he pines after Kaneki’s two-sided saber.

Karren von Rosewald – Servants weren’t supposed to have sabers, but Shuu bought her a rose pink one for her birthday one year. She’s loved him ever since.

Matsumae – the family bodyguard possesses a darksaber. It still thrills her every time she lights it.

Mirumo – passed down the indigo saber to Shuu.

Chie Hori – her tiny green saber was so delectable she and Shuu had to be friends.

Clowns

Uta – Darksaber, but with a cracked crystal. He and Yomo used to make a fierce darksaber team. 

Itori – Hers is bright pink but rarely used, unless you’re counting when she gets drunk and waves it about Helter Skelter pretending she’s a Samurai. 

Hoito Roma – She seemed to have an ordinary red saber. Instead she literally has a four-sided saber she uses for utter destruction. 

Nimura Furuta – he started the series by pushing pipes onto Rize so he could steal her lightsaber, but now that Kaneki has inherited it, he hired Kanou to make a duplicate. Someday, though, he will get the real one. 

Rio/Shikorae – is not trusted with one. Probably for the best.

Nico – pink but cracked. 

Donato Porpora – Purple, cracked.

Aogiri Tree

Kirishima Ayato – dark blue, just like Touka. *pouts*

Yamori – Sabers cauterize wounds. That’s boring. 

Tatara – Green – half of a two sided saber. 

Yoshimura Eto – Darth Owl has a fierce purple lightsaber and exceptional skill.

Noro – Darksaber. 

CCG

Amon Koutarou – Blue-white and pure. 

Takizawa Seidou – blue, but he cracked the crystal while insisting he could make his own.

Mado Akira – green. She made her own, nice and neat. 

Houji Kousuke- the second half of Tatara’s green saber is his. This is the root of their enmity. 

Mado Kureo – His fascination with lightsabers has lead him to have a collection of every color, plus every cracked version. He was missing a green one before Akira made hers. 

Marude Itsuki – It used to be yellow. Inspired by Yoshitoki, he also decorated the label. It did not turn out well, but thankfully, Juuzou Suzuya wrecked it. 

Washuu Yoshitoki – yellow. He’s decorated the label. 

Washuu Matsuri – spent half his childhood (literally half) whining for one. Now he has a yellow one and isn’t not as exciting as he hoped. 

Washuu Tsuneyoshi – He wishes it was purple, but alas, his is yellow. 

Kuriowa Takeomi – He got so good at beating ghouls up with his hands his dad was reluctant to hand down their family’s white saber. 

Kuriowa Iwao – He used to have a white saber. Now he has an orange one, because he gave the white one to Takeomi.

Aura Kiyoko – Blue and damn does she use it well.

Tanakamaru Mougan – Pink. He loves the color. 

Shinohara Yukinori – Green, “the color of life,” he used to remind Suzuya.

Hajime Hazuki – white. Someone take it away from him.

Arima Squad

Ihei Hairu – hers is lemon-colored, and she’s nicknamed it “Sunlight.”

Arima Kishou – His is ordinary light blue. But he can beat even the most powerful sabers with his technique. 

Ui Koori – His is green. Sometimes Hairu tells him they’re lemons and limes, and he enjoys this.

Take Hirako – he ordered light blue to match Arima. 

Ihei Shio – Pink. He and Yusa swapped colors. 

Arima Yusa – white. He didn’t care for the color, but Shio really wanted pink.

Souza Rikai – purple, which she’s very proud of. 

Suzuya Squad

Suzuya Juuzou – green and two-sided. He insisted on green to honor Shinohara. 

Keijin Nakarai – Yellow to match his hair.

Hanbee Abara – Darksaber. He feels silly with it.

Miyuki Mikage – Green, like his boss. 

Mizurou Tamaki – Orange

Quinx Squad

Yonebayashi Saiko – light blue, and she enjoys wielding it, because then she gets to pretend she’s someone from Feudal times. 

Shirazu Ginshi – orange, cracked, and he loved it for its imperfections. 

Urie Kuki – purple, but cracked, and the crack is growing bigger.

Mutsuki Tooru – green, and he’s determined to become as skilled as Kaneki. 

Hsaio Ching-Li – dark saber. Beware her skill.

Aura Shinsanpei – his is dark blue, and he’s either way too fierce or too timid with it. There is no middle ground.

Higemaru Touma – pink, and he likes to light it up for no reason other than he enjoys the sound. 

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?”