May I ask for a scenario where Hide has a S/O who thought he was dead and meeting him again and seeing what happened to him

“You – you! Nagachika Hideyoshi.”

Hide stared at his s/o, the s/o who had just stormed into CCG headquarters with flames in their eyes.

“Why?” they asked finally. Their heart was broken twice, first because he was dead, and now because he was alive and hadn’t told them.

Hide wrote Im sorry on his pad of paper as Inspector Marude closed the office door to lend them some privacy.

“Why won’t you talk?” they demanded in alarm. For the first time since they walked in, they seemed to register him as something other than just ‘alive.’

They strode over to tear his scarf off, before he could stop them.

Now exposed, Hide avoided their eyes. They could see his scars, his mangled mouth that used to give them tender kisses, the box in his throat that helped him breath and speak.

“Hide…” Their voice trembled. Their hand traced his mauled lips. “Did you really think this would frighten me away?”

Safety, too, Hide wrote.

They folded their arms. “That’s a vocal box. Speak to me.”

“I’m sorry,” Hide croaked in his strange, robotic voice.

To his surprise, their lips cut him off in a kiss.

“You’d go that far for Kaneki Ken? Well, I’d go that far for you,” they whispered, drawing back. “Don’t hide anymore.”

Hide pulled them closer.

Can I have a scenario of Furuta Nimura finding out Tsuneyoshi Washuu, his father, killed his s/o?

Furuta pasted a smirk on his face. Inside, his thoughts raced around like a crazed rabbit.

His father won.

All their precautions and stolen kisses and the feeling that maybe this could last longer than his short life –

His father won anyway.

But his smirk fools no one; Furuta finds himself impaled by his father’s rinkaku kagune.

He’s never seen it before, he thinks in shock.

“Scum,” Tsuneyoshi sneers. “Stooping to sleep with ghouls.”

Behind Tsuneyoshi, he sees the other garden graduates. Hairu steps forward, as if to help him, but Hsaio holds her back. Arima looks ever-impassive, and the Squad Zero brats are crying like they actually care about Souta.

Good. He doesn’t need that airhead’s help. He can die now.

“You do all the time,” he croaks. Besides, [name] was more than a ghoul – they were his life – they loved him – he loved them – he wouldn’t rape his own children over and over – why was he the scum.

A quinque sword glides across his throat, even though Furuta is still impaled. Kaiko. “He’s lucky he’s so useful to CCG, Washuu.”

“I suppose so.” Tsuneyoshi removes his kagune, and Furuta falls to the floor, hacking up blood.

An ordinary man would die. But, thanks to the ghoul genes killing him, he will live another day, and hate himself.

Because it should be [name] alive.

Because [name] made him unafraid of death.

Their voice echoes in his head. “Why? Why do you all go along? Your sneaky rebellion isn’t going to save anyone who dies tomorrow.”

“You’re a fraud and a monster,” Furuta spits.

Tsuuneyoshi swirls back around.

“Not because you’re a ghoul. Because you rape your children and turned the rest of us into soldiers. That’s what they insisted.” Furuta pauses. “Well, Father, remember: I’m pretty strong too.”

He lunges for Kaiko’s sword. He might have died, but Hsaio’s koukaku shields him.

“You!”

“We’re on board. Besides, Hairu’s got to marry Ui,” said Hsaio with a shrug. Hairu has Kaiko on his back, and Arima, of all people, stands beside Furuta.

“Your days as bureau director,” says Arima calmly, “are over, Washuu Tsuneyoshi.”

Help I’m so sad and I need Yomo

Hugs.

When you’re sad, Yomo suspects the second he walks in the door.

He’ll ask how your day is, but if you hesitate to tell him out of fear that you’re a bother, he’ll hide his hurt. He’ll make coffee for you both and make sure you have eaten.

He’ll wrap his strong arms (cliche, but it’s Yomo so it’s true) around you and ask quietly, again, if anything is wrong. As you talk about your feelings, he’ll take that ridiculous leopard-print coat and wrap you in it with him.

He’ll empathize with you, but you will need to tell him what you want. Sympathy? Solutions? He’ll do both, but at your direction. Yomo would never take the risk of upsetting you more.

At the end, he will reassure you that you are a good person, that he loves you, and that he will help you through whatever is so distressing for you.

He then may or may not take a shower with you to wash your tears away. 🙂

Back at it with the angst and because tumblr’s a hungry little shit ^^;; Maybe Keijin and Kiyoko having a conversation post-canon (similar to the one where Aura came out to her), where they talk about falling in love with their best friends? Maybe in the wake of Mizurou’s engagement to the woman he hands up marrying, Keijin needs to at least tell someone, so he doesn’t say anything to Mizurou so he doesn’t “ruin” his best friend’s life?

“Mizurou’s engaged. Our squad is happy,” Keijin says calmly.

He and Kiyoko Aura meet up every month or so, for coffee, some of Yoriko’s delicious goodies, and discussing their now very-different lives.

Kiyoko eyes her former squad member. “Your squad, but not you?”

“I’m happy for him,” Keijin insists.

“But sad for yourself.” Kiyoko sips her coffee.

Keijin chokes. He turns bright red. “Uh – you – what are you -”

“Keijin, I know,” Kiyoko says. “I am gay myself.”

“Huh?” Keijin drops his melon pan. His mentor, the one he looks up to – has the same issue as him? “Oh.”

“It’s okay, you know. The sooner you accept yourself, the better.” Kiyoko sighs, staring at her coffee. “It’s funny. Even with all of CCG’s sins, the one regret I keep with me is not telling my best friend I was in love with her.”

“I knew it could never happen,” says Keijin.

“Why? You’ll never know who’s queer until everyone’s open about it.” Kiyoko raises an eyebrow. “And if you want everyone to be open, you have to be open yourself.”

“Says someone who didn’t tell me until now!” Keijin squeaks.

“Point taken. But you’re young still.” Kiyoko points at Keijin. “Don’t ignore the next opportunity.”

Keijin swallows the lump in his throat. The next. Because he will never have Mizurou now. He will never risk their friendship now that Mizurou is engaged, a and Kiyoko knows that.

“I won’t,” he vows, to himself as much as Mizurou.

As much as I hate that they skipped out of Mutsuki’s backstory and torture, I will admit Urie putting his coat around him was very very cute. Can we have some Mutsurie angst maybe?

I concur.

Mutsuki draws his limbs towards his chest, too defeated to even cry. He just hopes that by making himself smaller, he can disappear.

There’s no denying what Torso did to him.

And Urie knows.

“Tooru,” says Urie quietly.

Mutsuki cringes at his name, because he doesn’t want it, doesn’t want his name or his body or his life.

“It’s not your fault.” Urie slides his arms under Mutsuki to lift him.

“No!” Mutsuki jerks away. “I want to – I need to – I don’t want anyone knowing.”

“Okay.” Urie stares at him.

Mutsuki drops his flushed face.

“Then let’s button up the coat and find you some shoes.” Urie looks around the cavern. “Here are your pants – they’re cut off at the leg, but they’re still shorts.”

He hands them to Mutsuki. “I’ll look away.”

Mutsuki hurriedly pulls on his pants and shivers as he attempts to button the coat. Even clothed, he feels so – so exposed –

“I won’t tell anyone. Not even Saiko.” Urie says, turning around to look deep into Mutsuki’s eyes. “We love you, Tooru. And I wish I was here earlier, so I could tell that monster to hurt me instead.”

Mutsuki’s face crumbles, and Urie holds him tight as Mutsuki sobs into his shoulder.

They leave the cave side-by-side.

Can we get a scenario where Nico falls in love with a human man in his mid 30s who has moved to the same ward as his elderly grandmother so he could help her out more and happens to come across Nico rather a lot by coincidence?

“I don’t know, Nico. You’re – a daring woman. You’ve lived.” He takes in a shaky breath, clutching her hands. “And I – I moved here because I lost my job, and because someone needed to take care of my elderly grandmother, who, by any standards, is more lively in her 90s than I am in my 30s. I’m boring.”

Nico gasps. “No, you’re not. Sweetheart, you’ve never been boring.” She tilts her head. “And I’m not sure I would count eating people as ‘living.’”

“I envy your adventures, regardless,” he admits.

“You think I shouldn’t love you?” Nico asks.

“A bit, yes.”

“Then don’t you want to ask me why I love you?” she purrs in his ear, swinging out in front of him with that dashing smile on her face.

“Okay.”

“I love you because you are kind. I’ve never dated anyone who valued my personhood before. Whether it was my trans body or my ghoul nature, they all left or hurt me until I left. You’re the first person who hasn’t.” Nico blinks back tears. “And I love you.”

She winks. “Besides, you have a good taste in fashion.”

He laughs before sweeping her off her feet. “You’re an incredible woman, Nico.”

I saw your sorting bnha characters into species and rc types and I agree with almost all of them, you’re soooo good at sorting! The only one I’d say differently is Kirishima – personally I’d say he fits Koukaku more. Can I maybe ask for a scenario where he is Touka and Ayato’s cousin on their father’s side and he meets Touka after scouting out his family for the first time at Anteiku?

Thank youuuu <3. I’d agree that personality-wise I’d put Kirishima in koukaku, but I chose ukase because, well, Kirishimas.

So let’s have a koukaku Kirishima scenario!

“HI!” Blurts out a redheaded kid Ayato’s age.

“Huh?” Touka scowls at him. “Who are you?”

“I’m Kirishima Eijirou! Your dad was Arata…my uncle…which makes you my cousin.” Eijirou nibbles his lip.

Touka’s mouth falls open. “I never heard of you.”

“But – I -”

“Sis, give me some coffee.” Ayato storms into Anteiku.

“I don’t reward terrorists anymore,” Touka shoots back. She is Not. In. The. Fucking. Mood. for Ayato today.

“Hey, show some respect!” Eijirou crosses his arms. “You don’t want her to mess up your coffee, do you?”

“Who the fuck is this brat, your boyfriend?” Ayato asks lazily.

“Our cousin, actually.” Touka smirks as Ayato gasps. “Surprise, Eijirou, one of us likes to go on missions with Aogiri.”

“Oh.” Eijrou looks sad. “Well, that’s your choice, but I wish you wouldn’t, Ayato.”

“Don’t talk down to me.” Ayato’s kakugan begins to burn. In a second, Touka’s ukaku emerges, and Eijirou leaps between the siblings with his koukaku out.

“Please don’t fight!”

“Touka started it,” Ayato says.

“She did not,” Eijirou defends her.

“I like him.” Touka decides. “So, Eijirou, why don’t we Kirishimas have coffee and see if we really are related after all?”

fururize with angst and comfort

content warning for Washuu family abuse, because The Washuus.

Setting: AU where Fruit-chan still helped Rize escape, but the steel beams were an attempt to stop V from finding her, and he missed and hit Rize instead. Rize recovered with Yomo after he freed her from Kanou, and Furuta re-met her through Mr. MM. They struck up a romance, but she does not know he’s responsible for that accident.

And now Tsuneyoshi caught Fruit, just prior to Rushima Island.

Tsuneyoshi grabs Furuta by his arm, twisting and twisting until Furuta feels as though his bones are about to snap. “I see. You’ve been helping yourself to my breeders.”

He smacks Furuta in his head as his son grinds his teeth to keep from crying out in pain. “You’re a half-breed. You defile them.”

“No,” Furuta whines.

“No?” Tsuneyoshi mocks, shoving Furuta against the wall and kneeing him between his thighs. “No? You’ve betrayed me.”

Furuta’s eyes harden, but he forces himself to chuckle. “You don’t know the half of it.”

“I could not bear the thought that she was raised to be raped by disgusting old men,” he seethes. “From the moment I found out she was raised for rape and me to die, I swore I would end it all. And I will, Father.”

“Is that a confession?” Tsuneyoshi asks.

“It’s enough for me.” A crimson rinkaku pierces Tsuneyoshi’s midsection.

Rize stands behind him, eyes blazing. “I’m not your object, Father. I chose Souta, no matter his species or relation.”

“How cute,” Tsuneyoshi gasps, spitting up blood and struggling in vain against his impalement. “Did he tell you how he dropped the beams on you?”

“It was an accident!” cries Furuta.

Rize merely laughs. “You’re a dumbass, old man. You think I’d fall for that? I know, because I’m smart. I’m capable. And I’m not your object.”

Furuta gapes at her. She smiles slyly and readies another kagune tentacle.

“Allow me.” Furuta struggles to his feet.

“No,” says a calm voice behind Rize.

To Furuta’s amazement, Arima Kishou sends his father’s head flying. Behind him stand Eto Yoshimura, Hirako Take, Kaneki Ken, and … Fueguchi? The Raven? Two Rabbits?

“We broke out of Cochlea,” explains Kaneki.

“We know a bit about forbidden love, too,” Eto adds, grabbing Arima’s hand.

“Oh god no,” Furuta says, as appalled as everyone else in the room.

“Souta.” Rize rushes over to him. “I know, okay? I know you dropped the beams.”

“Now I do, too,” adds Kaneki dryly.

“There’s a part of me,” Furuta whispers, grasping at Rize’s hair like she’ll disappear, “that thinks I hit you on purpose. Because I was jealous you’d forgotten me.”

Rize shakes her head. “I never forgot you. Never. I just stayed away to keep you safe, see if you couldn’t get back in that old fart’s good graces. How could I forget you? I love you. And I know you better than that.”

“Me?” Furuta realizes there are tears on his cheeks. “Rize.”

Rize’s breath tickles his ear. “If you marry me, you can take my last name.”

“Now kiss,” Eto orders.

“Not if you want it, hag!” Furuta shouts.

“That hag is your sister in law!” Eto yells back, kissing Arima.

Furuta’s scream is silenced by Rize’s soft lips on his.

Oneshot!Touken first kiss?

“I’ll never get myself under control,” Touka says sullenly, kicking the mop she’s using to wash the coffeeshop floor.

“Not if you keep taking your rage out on that mop,” Kaneki says wryly, to which Touka responds by flicking water in his direction. He pauses. “You haven’t said anything in a while. Why do you ask now?”

Touka shrugs. “Because I want to be someone you’d be proud of.”

“Why? I’m nobody.” Kaneki looks at the floor.

Touka growls. Why is he acting so dense? “Because I like you, idiot!”

Kaneki gapes at her. His coffee splatters on the floor.

“After I just cleaned? You clean it up.” Touka shoves the mop at him.

Kaneki can’t quite hold the mop. “T-T-Touka?”

“What? I said what I said.” Touka turns around to smile at him.

Kaneki mashes his lips against hers.

Touka gasps slightly, and returns his kiss with fervor.

“This idiot is already proud of you,” Kaneki murmurs in her ear.

I have an angst idea for you! A female Washuu ghoul who is to be used as a “womb” (basically seen as a second rate Rize) has escaped the Garden, and Hirako and the Zero Kids are sent to kill her, giving her an estimated A+ rating. When they are winning the fight and are about to kill her, Shio breaks down crying because he remembered her taking care of him previously and just can’t kill her? (Washuu angst is great stuff btw)

Did someone say WASHUU ANGST?! 😀

Their latest mission is Firefly. A ghoul rated A+, with a habit of preying on Johns in Tokyo’s Red Light district. Not the sort of mission for any teenagers, except those in Zero Squad.

Shio aims his quinque at the young ghoul who for some reason reminds him of Li-Ming.

She gasps and fires off sparks from her rinkaku, the sparks that earned her her nickname. Shio ducks, and Rikai cries out.

Yusa leaps forward and knocks off her mask.

The ghoul sprawls before Shio.

“Now, Shio!” demands Hirako.

But he is frozen. Beneath that black hair and those devastated eyes, he sees her.

Hsaio Li-Ming.

His friend, the full ghoul who kissed his forehead and assured him he was loved. The one who bribed a guard to sneak in children’s stories so she could read to him.

The one who cried every time Tsuneyoshi visited her and tried to mask her bruised lips with a smile.

The one who, when Furuta slapped her and demanded to know why she stayed, said she couldn’t leave her friends, as she smiled at Shio.

Shio’s hand shakes. Rikai inhales behind him, and Yusa pales upon recognizing her.

“You know her?” demands Hirako Take striding up to his frozen kids.

She’s not more than twenty, and very pretty. Hirako has met many ghouls like her, ghouls who use their innocent looks to destroy.

He ought to force his squad into the killing, to teach them. But, today, perhaps, he’ll extend mercy to them. He’ll kill her himself.

“Don’t!” screams Shio suddenly. He launches himself in front of her, and Rikai joins him. Yusa wavers but a moment before standing with his friends.

“Who is she?” Hirako asks.

“Our family,” cries Rikai.

Hirako lowers his quinque. “She’s a ghoul.”

“Well, she is! She is! Call Arima.” Shio’s face is soaked with tears. “He can tell you.”

Li-Ming looks stunned. They’ve broken decades of silence just now. She ought to – to kill herself to preserve the Washuus –

In front of her friends? She hesitates.

The handsome investigator aims his quinque at her. “You – will you wait here until Arima Kishou comes?”

She nods, wordless.

They used to play a game in the garden.

What’s the one thing you want in life? It can be anything.

Shio wanted toys, Yusa wanted approval, and Rikai wanted to feel like she mattered.

Li-Ming smiled and said she wanted to live.

…

and when Arima arrived, that is how Hirako Take discovered the Garden.