Miki tells off Papa Koori for smoking please

“Daddy!” Miki stomps up to Ui the second she and Masanori arrive home from school.

“How was school?” Hairu hugs Masanori.

“Daddy smokes!” Miki screeches. “We learned about smoking. It is BAD and it will KILL YOU. YOUR LUNGS ARE ASH!”

She begins crying. “Daddy has ASH LUNGS! He’s like Cinderella, only inside!”

Masanori screams. “No, Daddy’s stronger than that!”

“Daddy will die!” Miki sobs.

Hairu blinks slowly as Ui gives her a desperate glare. Help me.

Ui cringes. This on-again, off-again habit of his has finally bit him in the ass. “Miki, Miki, Daddy’s not leaving you.”

“You won’t have a choice,” she hisses.

“Your Mom will donate some of her ghoul stem cells,” he teases.

“Hey!” Hairu sticks out her tongue. She’s secretly pleased Miki is all upset. Maybe Ui will finally kick his habit for good this time. “Not if you don’t stop, I won’t.”

“I’ll stop. For you, Miki. And you, Masanori.” Ui pulls his daughter closer to him. “I never want to lose you.”

“And Mommy?” Masanori asks.

Hairu grins. I raised me a good kid. It’s oddly touching. Maybe because she and Ui didn’t have many good models in their lives.

“Of course.” Ui holds out a hand to draw Hairu to his side. “Now…come help me throw out my cigarettes.”

He’s scared as hell, but for his family, he can do anything.

eto has a tough day, more than usual, all of her pent up emotions really drown her and she just breaksdown. But noro is there to comfort her, and hug her the way he use to when she was a child💔

MY FEELZ.

Eto stomps into Aogiri’s headquarters. Her father – her fucking father – is helping that new one-eye.

He couldn’t fucking help me, could he? I hate him! Eto punches the wall over and over, until her fists land not on plaster but a skeletal body.

“Oh, hi Noro.” Eto forces a grin. “Meow’s it going?”

Noro shakes his head. She’s sure he would be rolling his eyes if he still had them.

“Dad’s helping another sorry ghoul,” Eto spits. “This time he’s a half-breed like me.”

Noro puts a hand on her shoulder. She jerks free. “I’m not a child anymore.”

Noro draws her close to him.

“It’s okay to be emotional,” he said as ten-year-old Eto pounded her pillow.

“Did you read this journal?” Eto waved the notebook.

“I’d hoped you wouldn’t find it until you were older,” Noroi admitted.

“Well, fuck my Dad!”

And instead of scolding her for her language, his arms were around her, strong and comforting as she screamed.

His arms are still strong and comforting. Less alive, but still here, which is more than Yoshimura has ever done.

Eto wraps her arms around his waist and sobs.

Ayahina have quadruplets and Kaneki faints (also Ayato is crying more than all the babies put together throughout Hinami’s labour)

“Oh my god, this is awful.” Ayato hiccups as Hinami grunts.

She’s been in labor for half a day. She’s in pain. She’s in agony, actually, and he helped cause this. “I’m so sorry!”

“It’s fine,” she says through ground teeth.

“You’re ready to push,” Kimi says.

Hinami gasps with relief, and Touka squeezes Kaneki’s hand. Kaneki, however, looks awfully pale.

Hinami-chan is going to be a mother…

He’s going to be an uncle…

Kaneki greets the floor with his face.

“Really?” Touka hauls him up. “Oh my god, Ken!”

“Get Useless outta here,” Ayato wails. He pulls out his hair, until he sees Hinami glaring at him.

Touka drags Kaneki away as Kimi encourages Hinami. Finally there’s a cry, and Ryouko is alive and in his arms.

“Here comes another.” Kimi hands Ayato baby Hikari.

“Okay, Touka, we need you,” Ayato calls, his voice cracking.

His sister and her useless husband reenter.

“If you drop either, you die,” Ayato hisses.

“Arata.” Touka takes the third baby like its a treasure. Kaneki gingerly pats its head.

“Last but not least, Daisuke.” Kimi hands an exhausted Hinami the fourth baby, named after Hinami’s father.

“Oh my god, they’re beautiful,” Hinami whispers, tears running down her face.

Ayato nods, unable to speak around the lump in his throat.

“It was worth it.” Hinami motions for Touka to hand over Arata, and for Ayato to bring the girls closer.

Ayato has to nod.

Okay hear me out……Tsukiyama introduces Niji and Kyou?

Oooh I like this.

“Niji, this is my girlfriend, Kyou.” Tsukiyama gestures to the willowy, glamorous woman by his side.

Niji’s eyes are wide. “H – hi.”

“Hi, Niji.” Kyou smiles.

She’s so pretty. Niji is not. She hangs her head.

“I hear you’re like me. A girl with guy parts,” Kyou says softly.

Niji starts. Kyou? Well, now that she looks, Kyou doesn’t have much of a chest…or hips. But she’s so pretty.

“It’s okay to be who you are. I’m happier having transitioned. If you’re happier not transitioning, it doesn’t make you any less of a woman,” Kyou assures her.

“Doesn’t it?” Niji bites her lip. “Kyou, what if I start transitioning and I look like a freak? What if my parents look down from heaven and hate me?”

“If they’re in heaven – and all ghouls are – I think they’ll know better than to hate. I think they’ll be cheering you on.” Kyou produces an expensive magenta lipstick. “Want it?”

Niji nods eagerly.

“It’s okay to take your time deciding, too,” Tsukiyama adds quickly.

“Yes.” Kyou grins. “And we’re here anytime you need to talk.”

Niji’s eyes fill with tears. “Thank you.”

She flings herself into Kyou’s arms, then Tsukiyama’s. She almost feels like she has a family again.

Kaneki says how he’s the One-Eyed King and then Kyou replies with “Well, I didn’t vote for you!” please (I love Kyou so much omg)

I’m so glad! She’s quickly becoming a favorite OC of mine.

“But, maybe – maybe if we tried to meet CCG or at least raid the execution,” Tsukiyama begins. His new girlfriend hangs onto his arm. “It’s Touka’s best friend.”

“And risk our people?” Kaneki looks ill at the thought.

“You do realize,” Kyou cuts in, not giving a shit that she’s not an advisor, “that playing pacifist while people kill you is violence itself, right?”

Kaneki’s voice wobbles. “I am the One-Eyed King. This is what I’ve chosen.”

Kyou smirks. “Well, I didn’t vote for you!”

She spins free of Tsukiyama and sashays off.

“She’s gonna plan something, isn’t she?” Kaneki whispers.

“I’ll try to talk to her,” Tsukiyama says, hurrying after her. Maybe Kaneki can sit with Kyou’s wisdom for a bit.

Because, of course Kyou is planning something.

He might join her, too.

Asa has been looking for her girlfriend for a while (who isn’t very strong) and finds that she’s been rescued by Kaneki and doesn’t like the look of him, and asks who he is. Her girlfriend informs her that this is “the One-Eyed King” to which Asa replies with “Well, I didn’t vote for him!”

“Who goes there?”

“A ghoul, fuckwit.” Asa is too terrified to be polite. Supposedly she’s here. Supposedly she’s been saved from those murder children.

But what if she’s not?

“Asa!” Tsukiyama shoves aside a blonde man in a white suit. He bows before her. “Pleasure to see you again. What can we do for you?”

Asa licks her lips. “I heard you rescued someone in the fourth ward? Blonde hair? Skinny? Goes by Satome?”

“Ah!” Tsukiyama claps his hands. “Come follow me.”

“She’s alive?” Asa cries out with relief as she scampers after Tsukiyama.

The Gourmet shoves open a cell door to reveal Satome sitting, pale but breathing, in a bed as a ghoul uses his kagune to heal her. A white-haired man is questioning her.

“She’s in pain, let her rest,” Asa says quickly.

“Asa!” Satome tries to stand, but the healing ghoul holds her back.

“You need to sit,” he tells her.

“Why are you questioning her? Who are you?” Asa fires questions at the ghouls. “How did you find her?”

“Asa, this is Banjou Kazuichi,” Satome points to the healer ghoul. She moves her finger to point to the white-“And this is the One-Eyed King.”

Asa crosses her arms with a huff. King? He looks like a pile of strained potatoes. “Well, I didn’t vote for him!”

Iyo falls in love with an Ukaku Ghoul girl that she sees regularly in a coffee shop. Matsuri finds out and confronts her (and is also a no. 1 shipper)

Iyo enters the Washuu mansion whistling.

“How was your date?” Matsuri leans against the doorframe to their bedroom.

“What?” Iyo drops her purse in shock.

“Iyo, it’s obvious you’re flirting with that girl. I saw it the moment I passed the cafe.”

“Shut up.” Iyo blushes. She’s caught; she knows it.

“Hey, so long as Tsuneyoshi doesn’t find out, I ship it.” He grins. “What’s her name?”

“Nothing!” Iyo stomps her foot.

“She doesn’t have one?”

“Ack, you’re so annoying!” Iyo claps her hands over her cheeks to block her blush. “It’s Mikan.”

“Mikan, eh?” Matsuri strokes his chin. “I like it. She’s cute, too. If I were straight, I’d date her.”

“If you were straight, we’d have a functional marriage,” Iyo counters.

“Touche,” he says. “Well, tell me more. I’m so excited to hear about your crush.”

So a teen trans Goat member is struggling with themselves and feels they can’t transition because their parents – who’ve been killed before Goat execs rescued them – were transphobic and it would be insulting their memory. Tsukiyama notices they are struggling so he offers help and comfort as well as helping them use their kagune as well. (we all need supportive lgbt mom shuu)

Oh yes, we need this.

“What do I do?” cries Niji, hugging her ankles to her chest. It’s not her real name; her real name is Dai. But she chose Niji for herself because it means rainbow, just like her bikaku. Plus, she’s trans.

“You be yourself.”

Niji can’t believe that Tsukiyama Shuu, the Gourmet and one of Goat’s powerful executives, cares about her.

“But Mom and Dad hated me being a girl. They said I should be a boy like I was born.”

“Listen, Niji – that is your name, right?” Tsukiyama settles besides her. “I had a friend once. He introduced himself as Kanae. He was a great friend to me when I was sick and didn’t appreciate him. When my family was slaughtered, Kanae saved my life: and right before Kanae died, she told me her name was Karren. She’d been living her life as a male because her parents would have wanted her to carry on their name. But she wanted to live as the girl she was, and she wanted to confess her love for me.”

“I saw her eyes then. They were free, and beautiful, and in that moment there was nothing more in the entire universe that I wanted than for Karren to be herself.” Tsukiyama wipes his eyes. “If she were here, she’d tell you the same.”

“Really?” Niji’s mouth is open.

“Yes.” Tsukiyama shakes his head. “We live in a world that tells us it’s wrong to be the ghouls we were born to be. We also live in a world that tells us we have to identify with the gender we were born with, or in Karren’s case, the gender her parents wished. We have to change all of those conditions to be free.”

“You think so?” Niji smiles.

“Yes. But you don’t have to transition if you don’t want to yet. Wait until you’re ready. That being said, I can totally give you fashion tips.” Tsukiyama springs to his feet. “Also, FYI, I’m bisexual, so welcome to the LGBTQ ghoul community.”

Niji giggles and accepts Tsukiyama’s outstretched hand.

“Come on, rainbow. I’m giving kids kagune lessons in an hour. Show up.” Tsukiyama winks, and Niji winks back.

Hello! Could you maybe do Hakatori with human female gf? Maybe angst nsfw?

“Tomoe.”

Hakatori scrambles out of bed. “You.”

You smile sadly. You’ve been searching for her since Rushima. And finally you found her, hiding out in this pathetic hovel, starving. You hold out your shaking hands. A kidney and a heart. “It’s all I could steal from the lab.”

Hakatori lets out a small cry. “Why?”

“I still love you,” you whisper. “I know you’re just trying to protect me – I know things are dangerous – but the danger is worthwhile if I’m by your side.”

“You’re so melodramatic.” She rolls her eyes as she approaches to take the meat. “Thank you.”

“Always.” You wait while she gulps down the food. You hand her a bottle of water to settle her stomach – you know that after weeks of starvation, she’s bound to feel sick.

She pulls you closer to her bloodstained lips. “I still love you.”

“I know that’s why you stayed away,” you say. “But that hurts me more, Tomoe.”

The use of her familiar name warms Hakatori’s body. She caresses your face before kissing you. Gently at first, but growing ferocious and strong.

You allow her to lift you off the floor and carry you to her bed. She rubs her hands between your legs, murmuring, “Is this okay?”

You nod, and reach up to pinch her breasts. The two of you slowly undress each other, sharing in your delight over each other’s bodies.

When she finally collapses next to you, mewling in pleasure, you snuggle closer. “Together forever?”

She kisses your forehead. “Absolutely. Thanks for calling out my shit.”

“Anytime, Tomoe, anytime.”

A study of Hairu’s body comes back after the Rose Operation and it turns out she was pregnant with Ui’s baby when she died

Well I’m dead and you have killed me.

“Are you sure?” Arima’s skin is almost green. Hirako sticks close to his boss as the autopsy doctor walks away.

“What is wrong?” Ui stumbles up to them, his eyes bloodshot from crying. Hairu is dead.

Just last night they were giggling together under the covers in his apartment. He broke his ethics just to be with her. And he’d been planning on proposing soon – well, just as soon as he told Arima.

And now that future is ruined. That fucking ghoul removed her head, as if she were a toy and not a beautiful, brilliant, witty person.

Arima glares at him.

“No wonder Hairu slipped up. She wasn’t at her full capacity,” Hirako says quietly.

“What do you mean?” Ui cries.

Arima briefly fantasizes about punching Ui. “Did you know?”

“Know what?” Ui looks panicked.

“Ihei was pregnant,” Hirako says tightly.

Ui’s world spins. He slumps to his knees.

“You were the father, weren’t you,” Arima says quietly. “I should have paid more attention.”

“I didn’t know!” Ui wipes his eyes. No, no, no. “I should have stopped her. I – I did this to her!”

Hirako bends down to lift Ui up. “Hold on to me.”

“Let’s go into my office,” Arima says. “I’m not upset with you, Ui. Just surprised.”

“I loved her,” Ui cries. “I did.”

“I’m glad,” Arima tells him. Hairu was happy when she died, he is sure of it. Because all she ever wanted was to be loved.