Yomo with an so who is a mum or pop figure to Asa, Hinami, Touka, Ayato, x Kaneki 💕 Thanks ❤️

“They’re going to get married next, aren’t they?” Yomo looks ill as he eyes Ayato, whose arm is wrapped tight around Hinami.

“Probably. Isn’t it fantastic?” His S/O grins.

“Hey, hey, hey.” They rub Yomo’s shoulders. “I know it’s scary. But they have to live their lives someday.” They nod towards Kaneki and a very pregnant Touka. “And you’re doing a fine job supporting them.”

“Now I am,” Yomo confesses, “but I was never very good at it before. What if I fail again?”

His S/O throws back their head and laughs. “You will! It’s okay. Families stick together. Besides,” they add with a smirk, “Asa’s still single.”

“Oh, she is for now,” Yomo mutters. Truth to be told, he’s been quite pleased to accept Uta’s protege into their family.

His S/O nods. “Good perspective to keep.”

Yomo groans.

“Help me with the coffee, will you?” His S/O lifts a tray of brimming coffee mugs. With YOmo’s support, they saunter over to the table they share every night. Decaf for Touka, regular for everyone else.

“Thanks, [Name],” Hinami says sweetly. Ayato nods, but they can see the appreciation in his eyes.

Asa hurries over. “Thank you!”

“It’s no problem, really. How are you feeling, Touka?” They sit besides Yomo, their fingers laced between his.

This was one of their ideas Yomo treasures. Family coffee nights analogous to human family dinners.

They’re Yomo’s favorite nights.

Irimi or Koma mentioning off hand that they got married and had a baby daughter during the timeskip like it’s not much of a big deal but then once they do, everyone in Goat who was in Anteiku is staring

“I’m so glad to see you two,” Kaneki whispers.

“We’re glad to see you.” Koma clasps Irimi’s hand in his.

Kaneki eyes their intertwined fingers. “Are you…together?”

“We got married while you were out there as CCG’s puppet,” Irimi said softly. “To honor you, really. You saved us, so we lived in your memory.”

Kaneki’s mouth opens. He feels a lump grow in his throat.

“And this is Ai.” Koma points to a baby carriage behind them.

“What?!” Kaneki chokes.

“It’s not a big deal,” Irimi says with a chuckle.

Hinami eyes Touka, who shrugs. Kaneki looks stunned; Ayato, flabbergasted. And Yomo has always been awkward about these things.

“Come on guys, say hello to the Devil Dober!” Irimi puts her hands on her hips. Koma scoops up their daughter, who cackles and reaches for his nose.

“She’s adorable,” Hinami finally says. “Can I hold her?”

“Of course.” Irimi nods towards Kaneki. Her point is clear. If you hadn’t saved us, Ai would’t exist.

Kaneki turns away so they won’t see him crying.

Yomo funding out SO is a half ghoul

For all the time Yomo has spent with his S/O, he’s never shared a meal with them.

Sharing a meal is frighteningly intimate for ghouls. They will see Yomo at his basest level, kakugans displayed, blood on his tongue. And he will see them.

They look nervous as Yomo hands them one of the two kidneys he pilfered from his fridge.

Yomo smiles to settle them at ease. His corneas turn black, his irises red.

They lower their eyes, forcing a smile of their own. When they raise their head, his breath catches.

Only their left eye is a kakugan. The other eye keeps its white cornea, its black iris.

“[Name]?” Yomo coughs. He speaks more gruffly than he means. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was afraid it would disgust you,” they confess.

“Have you seen my nephew-in-law?” Yomo shakes his head. “No, you don’t disgust me at all.”

They laugh with relief. Before they bite into the kidney, Yomo leans across the table and kisses their lips.

“I think you’re beautiful with just one kakugan.”

Uta telling a story to his young child!?

“Papa, can I have a story?”

Uta smiles down at his kid. A quick peek at the clock reveals it’s nearly midnight. “You’re up late.”

“I wanted a story before I slept.” Their eyes are huge.

“Okay.” Uta smirks and scoops his child into his arms. “Let’s go to your room and get you all tucked in first, hmm?”

“Can I have a glass of water, too?”

“Of course.” Uta pours them a glass and strides upstairs to their room.

“Wanna hear the story of the faceless man and the raven?”

“Yeah!” His child bounces up and down, splashing their water all over themselves. They giggle, and Uta rubs the top of their head.

“There was once a king without a face. All the creatures of the world obeyed him, and they bored him because they all acted the same. But one day he met a raven. The raven said ‘you don’t have a face’ and refused to obey him.”

“The raven was mean, just ‘cause he didn’t have a face.”

“But was he?” Uta grins. “Because it turns out, the faceless king was very interested in this bird because he didn’t treat him like anyone else. So he sought out the raven and asked to be friends. It turned out the raven was just mean because he was sad that his sister had been killed by a hunter.”

“That’s not fair,” says his child, jutting out their lower lip.

“I agree,” Uta says. “But the king and the raven became fast friends from that point on.”

“Good,” mumbles the child, their eyelids closing.

“One day, the raven encountered the hunter. The king abandoned his kingdom to save his friend’s life and show everyone that the hunter was wrong to hurt the ravens. And you know what? He was happier working in a small shop with the raven than he had ever been as a king.”

Uta glances towards the door and sees his S/O listening, a smile on their face. Warmth spreads through his chest.

Ayahina star wars au (I was looking at some reylo art and I need this) so Hinami was originally a light side user but then she joined a dark side group known as Aogiri etc Ayato = Kylo Hinami = joining dark side!Rey Eto = Snoke?

I LOVE REYLO AND I LOVE AYAHINA OMG OMG OMG YAS.

I CAN’T WAIT TIL REYLO IS CANON NEXT WEEK. (hopefully)

@ ISHIDA GET ON THE AYAHINA.

“General Takizawa is a fool,” Ayato snaps. “I’m not emotional. I sent my sister’s lover to the torture chambers, remember? I am beholden to the dark side, my lord.”

“But are you?” purrs Supreme Leader Eto.

Ayato swallows. He thought sending Kaneki to Sith Yamori would break his bonds to the light side, catapulting him to strength. He really did.

Instead, he feels weakened. Because he knows it hurt Touka, and god fucking dammit, he still cares.

“Your hesitation is answer enough,” Eto replies.

“No, Supreme Leader. I am strong!” Ayato protests. “I don’t accept sentiment!”

“Really? I saw your eyes following the little butterfly Jedi,” Eto says.

Ayato’s breath catches. “She’s a Jedi no longer.”

“True enough, but love too is of the light. Take care you only lust.”

Ayato bristles. How does Eto know? Takizawa, that dolt.

“I won’t ever love her.”

“We shall see,” Eto murmurs. “We shall see.”

Ayato storms out, and to his dismay, finds Hinami waiting for him. He shoves past her.

“You can’t just turn your back on me!” she exclaims.

“Supreme Leader Eto disapproves of us,” he informs her.

Hinami’s eyes flash. “Come with me.”

He follows her, to her quarters.

“Why am I here?”

Hinami fishes out her lightsaber, the one with the butterfly hilt.

“You were supposed to dispose of that!”

“The light?” Hinami scoffs. “I’m following my own path. Dark, light, grey. I’m not on any side. This is all I have left of my parents, and I’m keeping it.”

She glares at Ayato. “If love is all you have left of your parents, keep it.”

Ayato rolls his eyes, but moves in to kiss her. Lust, only lust.

But as Hinami moans against him and he feels her soft lips in his mouth, he realizes the desperate truth: he does love her, and he has no idea what to do about it.

Could you possibly do a scenario with Eto’s human (male) s/o from the previous ask proposing to her, and her reaction. Please and thank you! Also have a good day/night!

Have a good day/night, too! ❤

“Wait, are you actually taking care of me?” Her lover laughs as she helps him out of the car.

“Of course. What else can I do? You’re all banged up,” Eto snaps, shuffling him towards his apartment. He’s not tall, but he still towers over her.

“I love you,” he mumbles in her ear as she bends over to rummage for the keys.

“I know,” Eto says, enjoying her cleverness. Star Wars is his favorite movie.

He pulls her tight. And then everything spins.

“Oh boy. Your medication’s kicking in.” Eto shakes her head and drags him inside. “To bed with you. I’ll turn into a kakuja and eat you if you refuse.”

“But I want you to eat me,” he protests.

“Oh, I will later.” She winks slyly and leads him into his bedroom. “Right now, sleep.”

“Wait.” He dutifully lies down, but catches her arm. “Will you marry me, Eto Yoshimura?”

Eto freezes. “Huh?”

“I’d like to do this romantically and have flowers and chocolate and candles, but I’m kinda incapacitated,” he mumbles.

“And half-delirious.” Eto nods. “Tell you what. You remember this and I will.”

“You would anyways.”

“I know.” Eto softens and kisses him on the forehead. “I won’t let you forget.”

Masanori asks out Rose but she rejects him

“Rose?!” Masanori bounds over to the pretty girl as she braids her hair.

“Yes?” Rose smiles. Her smile is so bright.

Masanori trembles and holds out a scribbling of a rose. “I drew this for you.”

“Ooh, it’s pretty.” Rose puts it beside her. “I’ll take good care of it. Thank you, Sir Masanori.”

“Do you wanna go get ice cream together?” Masanori blurts.

“Huh? Yeah, ice cream sounds fun. Can we invite Chiasa and Isamu?” Rose grins.

“Well, I guess…but actually, Rose, I wanted us to go. Together. I want to marry you!” Masanori clasps his hands.

“Do you have a ring?” Rose might consider it if he does.

“No…” Masanori’s face falls.

“Masanori, you’re really nice and sweet. But I don’t wanna marry anyone right now. We’re only six!” Rose laughs.

Masanori nods sadly. “Well, can we still get ice cream? You can eat it now, right?”

“Yes and oui.”

As Masanori waits for Chiasa and Isamu to hurry over, he plans to ask Mommy and Daddy how they got married.

Muuchan bby boy calm down

He needs hugs to calm him down.

Well, Mutsuki has always imagined hugs would calm one down. They seemed to work on Urie at the auction, too.

But he’s never been hugged.

And he’s too gross to deserve one.

He imagines Sasaki’s arms around him, telling him he’s safe. Being warm in Sasaki’s arms.

He’s had nothing else go right in his life. He just needs this one thing – Sasaki – and then he can die as he deserves.

Because even the worst of people deserve one good moment, right?

Matsuri and Iyo being //a brotp// please

“Matsuri, are you really leaving the house in that?” Iyo scoffs.

“What’s wrong with my outfit?” Matsuri adjusts his plaid jacket. His tie is floral.

“If you’re going to be seeing Urie Kuki today, you’d got to wear something flashier. Give me five minutes.” Iyo saunters back into their room and yanks open his closet. She used to read illicit fashion magazines Rize snuck into the garden. She can transform her husband into a dashing man.

Five minutes later, Iyo emerges from their room struggling under a colossal load of jackets and ties.

“What is all that?” Matsuri exclaims.

“We’re picking your best outfit. I know you don’t have meetings this morning. And Urie is important to you!” Iyo dumps the clothing on Matsuri. Her hands plant on her hips.

When Matsuri enters CCG an hour later, his hair is less gelled than normal. Slightly messier, like a Washuu. He smells like cologne, and wears a fitted navy jacket.

He can’t wait to see Urie – and tell Iyo how her plan worked.

Matsuri’s german bf dies and finds out from a phone call

Well that hurts.

Matsuri’s phone buzzes. Rolf’s number for the third time.

“Too busy to plan our next move?” Yoshitoki asks in exasperation.

“As a matter of fact, yes.” Matsuri storms out of the room and marches into his office. He leaves the rest of the investigators to judge him like they already do. Because he’s not Yoshitoki.

He answers, heart quickening. “Rolf?”

Rolf has never called him before. Matsuri warned him he could die if his grandfather found out.

Something feels very wrong.

“Is this Washuu Matsuri?” asks a male voice in a thick German accent.

“You’re not Rolf.”

“I am his father.”

Nausea rises in Matsuri’s stomach. No. His parents found out –

“Rolf is dead. Ghoul attack.” The older man’s voice cracks.

There’s a shuffle, and a woman comes on. Rolf’s mom, Matsuri presumes. “You’re the man who meant a lot to him. We promised him we’d tell you.”

“How?” I left him. I abandoned him, and he still wasn’t safe. Matsuri’s world spins.

His knees wobble, and he sinks to the wooden floor. Rolf, who loved him, who made him feel human, whom he loved with all his heart, enough to leave alone.

Matsuri can’t process the story of Rolf dying defending a kid from a ghoul. A monster, just like him.

Did you die realizing I am a monster?

Or did you die wishing they were a good ghoul like me?

Matsuri knows the latter is more likely, and he cries harder.

Yoshitoki raps on his door shortly after Matsuri has ended the call. Matsuri refuses to answer.

Yoshitoki enters anyhow. His face is pinched, and he’s ready to criticize his son again –

And he stops. Matsuri’s face is streaked with tears.

Yoshitoki closes the door behind them and sits across from Matsuri. The Bureau Chief on the floor.

“Talk to me.”

Matsuri cries harder, and his father for once doesn’t tell him to stop. He just holds Matsuri’s hands and lets him sob.