Ryo planning to propose to Koharu but Ui and Hairu accidentally interrupt.

Based on @koyuki-tan‘s “Peace Sign.”

Ryo draws Koharu closer as they stumble off the merry-go-round.

“Even ghouls get dizzy,” he jokes.

“Apparently.” Koharu smiles at him, and his palms begin to sweat. Because there’s a ring in the back of his pocket.

He pulls her beside the ride. Gaggles of children race by, followed by their beleaguered parents.

He wants that. He wants to be those parents. With Koharu.

“I, uh, Koharu,” he fumbles.

“What’s wrong, Ryo?” Koharu eyes him.

“Koharu! Ui won’t go on the teacups with me!” Hairu races up towards them. The cute woman Ryo wants for a sister-in-law.

And the brother-in-law follows her, shakings head. “I’ll throw up.”

“Us Uis aren’t made for spinning rides,” Koharu says with a grin. “But, Ui, you’ll get to slide into Hairu.”

“Do’t you want to slide into me?” Hairu pleads.

“I mean, I do, but I also don’t want to vomit on you,” Ui exclaims.

“Pleeeeeease,” Hairu begs.

Ui’s shoulders slump. “Fine.”

His eyes narrow at Ryo’s hand, which is in his back pocket. “You look nervous, Ryo.”

“I’m fine.”

“Are you really going to send us away?” Ui threatens.

“Fuck off!”

“No!”

“What’s going on?” Hairu asks, puzzled.

Koharu gasps. “Ryo, you’re not -”

“Pretty sure he is!” Hairu claps her hands.

Ryo’s face is now scarlet as he drops to his knees. This is totally not what he expected, but with this family, unexpected seems the norm. “Ui Koharu, will you marry me?”

“Yes,” Koharu whispers before he even finishes his question.

Part two of that adorable Nakimiza thing please!! (with maybe a lot of crying and Hooguro and Shousei?)

Naki scoops Miza up in his arms, squeezing her tighter and tighter with excitement. “I love you so much.”

“Is Boss crying?” Hooguro blinks.

“Shut up,” hisses Shousei, wiping his own eyes. “I’ve been waiting years for this.”

Miza draws Naki’s chin closer to her. She kisses his plump lips, whispering, “I couldn’t love you more.”

“I will be the best husband in the world,” Naki promises her.

“You’re already enough, Naki,” she assures him, dabbing his tears away with her lips.

“We’re going to live. And we’re going to get through this,” Naki says. His voice rises. “And then we’re going to have a wedding that puts Kaneki and Touka’s to shame!”

“And they’ll be there for it, both of them,” Miza agrees.

Hooguro and Shousei cheer as their eyes moisten. Even when things suck, there can be hope in this world. Naki and Miza are proof.

Can you write a scenario where Shuu tells his father that he want to propose his human s/o? This fandom need more Mirumo who wants to see his son happy, even with human:( xoxo

“Hey, Dad.” The Gourmet fidgets.

“What’s wrong, Shuu? You’re never nervous,” Mirumo says in immediate alarm.

“Oh, it’s a good thing! I want to get married.” Shuu grins.

“You still look uneasy.”

“It’s to a woman named [Name],” Shuu blurts out. “She’s a human.”

MIrumo’s eyebrows lift. “Oh my.”

“I love her and I trust her with my life. As she clearly does to me.” Shuu clasps his hands. “Dad, I want our approval more than anything except – except her. I want her most.”

“Good,” Mirumo says wryly, as Tsukiyama bows his head. “Otherwise I would have to oppose this union.”

“You mean – you don’t care? At all?” Tsukiyama brightens. “That she’s human?”

“Not a bit. In fact, I find it romantic. I hope to meet her soon.” Mirumo draws his son closer. He wraps his arms around him. “Any woman is lucky to have you, Shuu.”

Can you write a scenario with Uta and his girlfriend when she lying him that she went out with friend, but actually she was in a coffeshop with a boy. But this “boy” was actually Uta, who changed his face, so he could test her. (sorry for my bad english)

Your English is good!

Uta smiles from beneath the face kagune that definitely isn’t him. He smiles because if he doesn’t, he’ll scream enough to split in two.

His girlfriend, the lover he’s told things he hasn’t even told Yomo and Itori, is cheating on him. She told him she was meeting a friend, but she’s actually meeting a boy. Only the boy is him this time.

He leans in closer, his fingers moving to her arm. She frowns and stands abruptly. “I think we’re done here.”

Uta watches her saunter out of the shop, feeling empty inside. Maybe he’ll just stop taking her calls. Maybe that will be troll-like enough for vengeance.

He knows he should laugh it off, but he can’t just yet.

But he’s hardly expecting her to be standing outside his home.

“And here I thought you were out with a friend,” he says, feigning surprise.

“And here I thought you were at work.” She grins, all sweet and sugary, like the way she drinks her coffee, like she isn’t cheating on him.

“But I guess you were still mask-making anyways,” she murmurs in his ear.

“Huh?” For once in his life, Uta is stunned.

“Ha!” She steps back, laughing with abandon. “I knew it!”

“You knew that was me?” he demands.

“Hon,” she says, in that tone he adores, “I’ve been trying to get you to confess your identity as No-Face for months. So I took drastic measures, told a few lies to scare you, got you suspicious enough to ask me out under another face, and boom! there you are.”

“You’re kidding.” Uta is impressed. And relieved. Like, so relieved he could cry.

“I’m not – pretty smart for a human, eh?” She pokes his nose. “I want you to trust me enough to know your identity. Honesty is so much easier.”

“I’m No-Face,” he says quickly. His head spins.

“I know. But you’re also Uta.” She kisses his lips, tugging him into his apartment. “And there’s a few things I only do with Uta.”

I need more angst in my life, so, PLEASE SHATTER MY HEART. Shinohara dying/having to be let go, and Juuzou’s reaction to it~? -prettyreaperxiii

Suzuya tiptoes into the hospital room. Fresh flowers from Touka sit on the bed, and from others, too, apparently. A dozen bouquets decorate the room of the only father he’s ever really known.

Mrs. Shinohara extends her hand to him. The rest of their kids sit there, too – older now, but still kids.

Suzuya feels Hanbee and his squad’s presence behind him, and tears prick his eyes. “Is he…”

“He’s still here,” Mrs. Shinohara says quickly. “For now. With the infection…they’ll be removing life support very soon. I’ve signed the forms.”

Her voice breaks at the end, because she’s been losing her husband and hope for the last few years, and she wants just one more moment with him awake, and now she won’t get it.

Suzuya steps closer to the bed, watching Shinohara’s chest rise and fall. Tears run down his cheeks, but he feels otherwise numb as nurses enter the room.

Suzuya leans over suddenly, desperate to plant one last kiss on Mr. Shinohara’s cheek while he’s still alive.

Mrs. Shinohara holds her husband’s hand, and his kids gather around. Some are stoic; some weeping.

Suzuya wants to close his eyes, but he can’t. It feels like a betrayal of Shinohara. A lump emerges in his throat, threatening to strangle him, to take him with Mr. Shinohara.

But Suzuya keeps his eyes open as Mr. Shinohara slips into what lies beyond. He hopes it’s heaven.

Maybe Juuzou surprising Hanbee on their wedding day by wearing a dress? Bonus points if the dress were originally Mrs. Shinohara’s~ (She and Shinohara are Juuzou’s adoptive parents and no-one can tell me otherwise.)

Like in the omake? 😀

Hanbee nibbles his lip and waits at the front of the church. It’s finally happening…today is the day.

Beside him, Keijin, Mizurou,and Mikage wait with baited breath. Kaneki Ken stands ready to officiate.

And then the music swells, and the doors open. On Mrs. Shinohara’s arm, Suzuya begins gliding down the aisle.

In a snow white wedding dress.

Hanbee sputters. His face turns red, and his heart hammers.

“It’s her old dress,” Keijin whispers, and that’s it. Hanbee begins to ugly cry.

Suzuya smiles as Mrs. Shinohara drops him off next to Hanbee. He reaches up to wipe away Hanbee’s tears as Kaneki clears his throat to begin.

Okay but Mizurou having an ex girlfriend who he thought broke up with him because they needed to even though he was still in love with her (and she was with him but he didn’t know) and then when Goat goes to the CCG they see each other again because she’s a ghoul and they both get a shock

Apologies for angst. Okay, not really. 😉

Mizurou’s heart feels electrocuted. He can only stare at the girl who removed her phoenix mask.

You.

Suzuya eyes her with suspicion. Mizurou clearly knows her. So how…

His heart thuds as Mizurou’s face flushes. This is the infamous ex-girlfriend Mizurou still cries for at night.

She’s pretty, and innocent-looking for a ghoul.

“You,” Mizurou whispers, stepping forward.

“Now you know why I broke up with you!” she blurts out, hurting him before she can be hurt. Isn’t that always her way? Isn’t that why she broke up with him?

Mizurou’s words stick in his throat. He wants to assure her that she could have told him, that he wouldn’t have cared, but look at him. He just participated in the slaughter of children because they were ghouls.

His words are meaningless.

“Fuck you, Mizurou,” she whispers, tears in her eyes.

“Fuck you, [name],” he retorts, hating himself for his lame response and certainly not for his sins.

She files off somewhere else, and Mizurou’s left with his squad. Alone. Forever without her.

But when they both assigned to demolish the kagune monsters, and he finds himself dancing a dance of death around her, memories overwhelm him. And he can tell from her eyes that she remembers, too.

“Can we talk?” he blurts out. “When this is over?”

“I think talking when this is over is the best idea,” she replies quietly, with a small smile.

A monster lunges at Mizurou, and she runs it through with her rinkaku.

Headcanons for Kiyoko Aura being best friends with (and in unrequited love with) Kasuka Mado? Bonus if they’re sweet and angsty. Also, Kureo probably knows but since Kiyoko never says anything, he doesn’t call her on it, maybe??

I really like this headcanon. o.O

“Kiyoko, are you okay?” Kasuka watches her friend storm out of a meeting with her fists clenched.

“I’m fine,” she seethes.

“You’re not.” Kasuka pushes back a lock of blonde hair and motions Kiyoko into her office.

“Men are pigs,” Kiyoko bursts out as soon as their alone. “Kureo excepted, of course. But – I’ll say something I know for a fact, and they keep questioning me until I doubt everything all over again. But all the rookie men are believed immediately!”

Kasuka shakes her head, her hand on her growing stomach. “I know the feeling.”

Even as the most skilled investigator around, she’s often treated as fragile. It’s infuriating.

“I can’t take it anymore.” Kiyoko wipes her eyes. “I’m so angry. I will never earn their respect.”

“You shouldn’t have to, but please, I need you here,” Kasuka pleads. She leans close to Kiyoko to deliver a hug, and Kiyoko prays Kasuka doesn’t notice the fluttering in her heart.

She loves Kasuka. But Kasuka loves Kureo, and so Kiyoko will sit by silently.

“Don’t just sit by while they treat you like that,” Kasuka encourages.

Kiyoko swallows. Well, if she’s going to do it in her personal life, she might as well try something different in her professional life. “Okay.”

“Good.” Kasuka smiles. Someone knocks on their door.

“That’ll be Kureo. He has a unique knock.” Kasuka smiles as she opens the door. “Ready for the doctor?”

Kureo’s eyes wander to Kiyoko. She flushes, sure he knows exactly how she feels for Kasuka, and exactly the pain she’s in, watching Kasuka have his baby.

But he, too, is sitting by with silence. Perhaps because he trusts Kiyoko.

She wishes she trusted herself.

Urie accidentally gets Mutsuki pregnant therefore it gives him horrid dysphoria and he doesn’t know what to do and Urie feels incredibly guilty and knows even less what to do

If you want a story that touches on this, @hamliet‘s “The (Mis)Adventures of Goat” is a good one. =)

TW for dysphoria.

“I’m – I’m pregnant!” Mutsuki clamps his hands over his eyes, as if that will block the reality that stares back at him from the doctor’s notes.

“Huh?” Urie knows Mucchy was sick, but – nah, he misheard.

“I can’t escape it. Being a woman.” Mutsuki stares into space.

“Wait.” Urie stands, but he hesitates. “You’re really -”

“Kuki, help me,” Mutsuki begs as he begins to shake.

Urie’s eyes fill with tears. He strides across the room to take Mutsuki in his arms. “It’s okay, Tooru. You’re okay.”

“I can’t escape – everyone’s going to insist I’m a woman again,” Mutsuki says, wiping his eyes. He’s going to have boobs. A baby is going to grow in his womb. And come out his vagina.

He’s disgusting. Disgustingly feminine.

“No. I mean, well, some idiots might, but no one who knows you will. You’re my husband, Tooru. Husband.” Urie loves that word. It fills him with pride every time it rolls off his tongue.

“I’m scared, Kuki.” Mutsuki whimpers.

“Me too.” Urie swallows. It hurts to ask, because he’s always wanted a family, but he’s recently presumed adoption anyways. “Do you…want this?”

Mutsuki stares up at him.

“I know Kimi would help us,” Urie says. It’s his fault. His fucking fault, tackling Mutsuki and not stopping for a condom that one time – because they were both so into it – It’s his fault. His mess. He’s hurting his lover. “If you wanted to stop this.”

Mutsuki pauses. He doesn’t want to carry a baby.

But…it’s Kuki’s baby.

And he loves Kuki. And somewhere, he thinks he could wants his baby.

“I don’t think so,” he says slowly. “I just…can you start therapy with me?”

Urie beams with pride that Mutsuki is so proactive. “Yes. Anything for you, my man.”

They kiss.

My favourite headcanon of mine is that Shuu’s Mother was named Hana, so can you maybe write a little something about how Hana and Mirumo met?

Hana met Mirumo in the manner of classic love stories – at a ball for Tokyo’s upper class ghouls.

Hana was beautiful, but barely eighteen and extremely excited to attend a “real ball.” Her rambunctious behavior earned her date’s ire for seeming “uncultured.” Mirumo overheard this, saw his chance, and swept in.

“The lady can dance however she wants,” he said. “I, for one, found it lovely to watch.” Turning to Hana, he added, “Will you teach me?”

They left her sputtering date by the blood wine table, and Hana taught Mirumo her wildest moves. She also expressed admiration for his flexibility.

She liked him, especially when he offered to walk her home instead of her loathsome date. By the next day, when he showed up at her door with delicacies and flowers, she was smitten.

As for Mirumo, he still likes to tell the tale of how he fell in love on the dance floor.