I woke up today feeling really happy because I had a dream about Hide. Could I please ask for a scenario where Hide proposes to a girl he’s been dating?

Oh I am always happy to dream of my favorite characters!

“Having fun?” Hide asks his girlfriend as he re-emerges on the balcony of his apartment.

It’s a chilly evening in Tokyo, and they’ve been cuddling under a blanket while sipping wine. He returns with two home-made hamburgers.

“Yes, of course.” His girlfriend is perceptive enough to recognize that he is nervous, but why, she doesn’t know.

She holds out the burger and taps it against his. A toast, of sorts.

They both take a bite. Hide’s is tiny, due to his scars.

And hers is tiny, too, because halfway through her teeth hit something metal. “Huh?”

She pulls back and examines the burger.

Hide blushes as she pulls out a lovely diamond ring.

“W – what?” she stammers, her heart racing.

Hide kneels before her. She’s never looked at him differently for his scars. She’s never judged him. He loves her so very much. His voice comes out higher-pitched than he anticipated. “[Name], would you marry me?”

She gasps. Tears begin to leak down her cheeks – and she’s certainly not a crier. “Yes.”

Hide is about to slide the ring onto her finger when he is interrupted by her lips pressed against his mouth.

Hiiii! I hate to bother you but, I LOVE your blog! It’s my birthday in a few days so I was wondering if you could pretty please write a scenario for me? I love angst with a passion. I almost love it as much as I love Renji Yomo! I was wondering if you could find time, would you pretty please write an angsty scenario (which occurs after zero captured her father) where the reader (Yomo’s S/O and Yoshimura’s adoptive kid) believes their father is dead? Thank you❤️!

I love Renji Yomo angst too!!!!

Content warning: talk about depression and suicide.

You glance at the large ghoul who darkens the door. The raven’s kakugans blaze. As you imagined they might.

“Are you daft?” He asks then, curling his large hands into trembling fists.

You lower your head. Ashamed. You just want to stop breathing.

“You left your fingerprints after cleaning up a scene! Now you’re back on CCG’s radar. You haven’t been for, what, ten years?” Yomo closes the door behind him. He’s furious, but not with your carelessness. He’s furious because he knows it wasn’t carelessness.

“If they hunt me down, so what?” You raise your head. “This is why I volunteered to move out.”

Yomo is silent. His kakugans die out, replaced by watery eyes.

A lump rises in your throat. You’re hurting him, and you hate hurting Renji. You love him.

“I’m not going to let you commit suicide,” he says finally. “That’s what you’re trying to do, isn’t it? To direct the rage of the world onto you instead of Eto. You’re trying to be your adopted father so you can commit suicide like your father.”

You hunch your shoulders. A gasp, followed by sobs that wrack your entire body, follows. “I should have taken the blame before him. I should have been the owl before him!”

“No.” Yomo crosses the room and grabs your hands. “Look at me, Y/N.”

You force yourself to look into his beautiful grey eyes.

“You do not have to follow your father’s path. He wouldn’t want that. I hate his final path as much as you.”

You hiccup. “You – you do?”

He nods.

“I felt like I didn’t matter. In the end, it was always Eto. And atonement for killings that could never be atoned for.” You whimper, and Yomo wraps you in his arms.

He hold you tight against his muscular chest, and rests his chin on the top of your head. “You do matter. Especially to me.”

“You matter to me, too,” you confess. Deep down, you don’t want to throw this away to appease your own guilt. You want to stay with him. “Sometimes I wonder why you stay.”

His voice is low, hesitant. “Because…I promised the manager I would look after you.”

You frown.

Yomo pauses, and his voice cracks. “And I love you.”

Am I allowed to ask for some Houji/Tatara, Arieto, and/or SuzuHan angsty fluff because tomorrow is my birthday??

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

Houji/Tatara

There was one time Houji caught Tatara. It was shortly after he’d betrayed his lover, leading to the downfall of Che Shi Lian and the deaths of Yan and Fei. Right before Houji left the city, Tatara – not in an emotional state to think clearly – attacked, and this led to his capture by CCG.

They wanted to take him back for interrogation in Cochlea. The investigators were discussing their plans to make the ghouls they’d killed into quinques, and excited to see what would happen to Tatara once he was executed.

And Houji remembered the night Tatara first showed him his kagune, and that he was a ghoul, and that Houji’d been overcome with emotion partially because he loved that Tatara trusted him and he loved Tatara, but also because he knew this meant his suspicions were correct, and that he’d have to betray Tatara.

So Houji may have freed Tatara. Tatara may have tried to kill him, but didn’t. He’s never been sure why. Maybe he just didn’t want to lose anyone else at the moment.

Arieto

Arima had just been disciplined by Tsuneyoshi for a mistake on a mission that led to another ghoul escaping. He’d never really messed up before, and the consequences was a long lecture on what a damned failure of a half-breed he was, and a black eye. And a stern order not to return until his eye had healed.

Eto visited him that night – they’d arranged weekly trysts by that point. When she saw Arima, she was, as you may imagine, pissed. He had to talk her out of taking Tsuneyoshi’s head. She then decided to remind him that he was the only investigator who had beaten her, an unusual subject for prideful Eto to bring up.

Arima teased her about actually caring for him, and she retorted that by letting her live he might actually feel the same. Maybe. She then seduced him, used her regeneration to heal his eye, and left him the next morning.

Tsuneyoshi had expected Arima to be missing for a day or two. He was vexed to see Arima back that morning, and Arima just had to text Eto a play-by-play, much to her amusement.

Suzuhan

After dragon, Suzuya was afraid to talk to Kaneki. He knew he done fucked up, if you will.

Hanbee finally went to Kaneki himself, apologized, and they had a long talk. At the end, Hanbee led Kaneki to Suzuya’s house with the rest of S3. Kaneki and Suzuya forgave each other, and Hanbee was thrilled.

Suzuya asked Hanbee why he’d done that, and Kaneki said something like “I thought it was obvious he loves you.”

Hanbee promptly shrieked.

Suzuya tiptoed up to him and asked if that was true.

Hanbee admitted it was, and profusely apologized as if loving Suzuya was worse than trying to kill Kaneki. But then Suzuya tackled him in a kiss. Kaneki’s sole vengeance was texting a photo of their kiss to the rest of S3.

Human Seidou had a girlfriend called Natsume who was very in love with him, and soon after his “death” found out she was pregnant. It was a hard pregnancy and their daughter was born prematurely but was healthy. Can we have somethin where in the beginning of the Goat/Clowns bit, they reunite and Natsume introduces their lil girl to him?

I love pregnancy angst.

“Ha. You cool having a killer like me here?” Seidou grabs a cup of coffee from a smiling Touka.

“We’re all killers,” Touka says softly as he glugs it down. “Except her, maybe.”

The door opens again. Seidou jumps, because he’s always jumpy, because he can’t quite believe Houji’s demon isn’t back to to slaughter him.

“Seidou?” asks a soft voice.

Seidou stares at the figure in the door. That sad smile, those wise eyes that held him when he felt insecure, those gentle curves he’d spent nights lost in – her hair is longer, but Natsume looks the same as he remembers.

And here he is, a half-ghoul, pale-haired, hunch-backed, with coffee dribbling down his disformed face and oceans of bloodshed in his past.

A toddler peeks her head out from behind Natsume’s ankles. With the same light brown hair Seidou used to have.

He feels the world whirl around him.

“We’ve found the Owl’s weakness,” jokes Nishiki from behind the counter.

Natsume picks up the child and strides across the cafe to Seidou. Her eyes plead with him.

“I’m a monster now,” he says bitterly. God dammit, why can’t he get it together enough to be nice to the woman he loves?

“You’re scared of me,” she states, running a hand down his face. “But you don’t have to be. I never stopped loving you.”

She holds out the little girl. “This is Seina. Named after her aunt.”

Seidou stares at his…his little girl. She waves shyly at him.

“I though I ate you,” he says bluntly. Kanou…that bastard.

“Nah, Kanou tried but I escaped. That’s how I found out you were still alive.” Natsume lowers her eyes. “I’ve followed, well, everything. I know what you’ve done. I still love you and I never stopped believing in you.”

“Why?” he gapes at her.

“I couldn’t very well abandon Seina’s dad, could I?” Natsume shrugs.

Seina reaches out to pat Seidou’s chest. “Daddy?”

Seidou is utterly overwhelmed. What should he – should he kiss Natsume – should he say hi – what –

He reaches out to pat Seina’s hair, that beautiful brown hair. His voice cracks. “Hi, baby girl.”

I wanted so badly for Rize to be given a chance at redemption, yet she didn’t. Can we have a scenario where Ayato (the great guy that he is) not only brought Kaneki, but Rize as well? She went through real lasting trauma and she desperately needs some love please

I concur. Rize needs better.

“I can’t believe,” Ayato huffs, “I dragged not one but two assholes out of there, and I’m not the king.”

“No one’s the king anymore,” Touka says sharply.

“You’re my king?” Hinami suggests, causing Ayato to blush uncontrollably.

A thing, pale-haired figure appears in the doorway to the hospital waiting room.

“Rize!” Touka leaps to her feet.

Rize tries to smile, but it comes out shaky. She’s hungry, but why say anything? They’ll just put her in prison again.

“I’m glad you’re better.” Hinami smiles at her, and Ayato nods.

She nods. Her eyes are haunted.

“Are you Rize Kamishiro?” The gurgle voice of Nagachika Hideyoshi breaks into the room.

Rize turns and nods.

“We met once a long time ago. Back when you dated Ken!” Hide laughs, but Rize blanches.

“We’ve met someone with less tact than me,” Ayato whispers.

“Oh.” Hide winces. “Guess I shouldn’t have said that. Uh, uh, well, I’m with CCG – and we want to ask you questions, if you’re able? The doctors said it would be okay.”

Rize’s eyes widen. This is it. Where they put her in prison again.

“You’re not in trouble,” Hide assures. “Not at all. You remember Hsaio? She and her friend Saiko – she’s one of the human-ghoul hybrid investigators – have been pretty adamant about advocating for your well-being.”

Hsaio…Hsaio was always one of the nice half-humans. She didn’t hold Rize’s ghoul nature against her. Rize hesitantly nods.

———————————————————————————–

One Year Later

“Don’t you love sugar? It’s the best.” Suzuya watches Rize delicately lick the ice cream cone he offered her.

“It’s…tolerable,” she says, surprised. Maybe Kimi’s formula will work, after all.

“It will be the best. When the science is done.” Suzuya nods eagerly. As the head investigator assigned on her case, he and Rize have bonded over a love of food, gory movies, and father figures.

“Oh hey, Hide.” Suzuya waves behind Rize.

She turns around and smiles slightly to see Hide unmasked. He’s trying not to hide himself anymore, like he promised her.

How am I the one who’s supposed to come out of hiding when you can’t even bear to show your own face? she’d screamed at him last weekend.

And he’d cried. And told her she was right.

“I got another signed copy from Sen Takatsuki,” Hide says with a conspiratorial tone.

Rize squeaks and grabs the book from his hand.

“Marude’s going crazy trying to, er, interfere with efforts to locate her.” Hide snickers.

“They won’t,” Rize says automatically.

“Nah.” Suzuya shakes his head.

“Wanna go home?” Hide asks, brushings fingertips against hers. His touch is so light it could be a breeze.

Home. Where people love her. And she likes them. Where she isn’t imprisoned, but set free.

Rize smirks at him. “I’d like that.”

m/f hate sex fic – Uta is at a rivary with a fiery ghoul who refuses to bend to the rules and despises his nature and/or status. They even out in combat. One day she goes to his shop to argue against him, infuriated more and more by his comebacks. The tension escalates until it snaps.

“I can’t take you anymore, damn faceless clown!” She points her finger at him as her eyes dissolve into kakugans.

“And yet, you can’t stay away.” Uta giggles from behind the kagune he’s shaped to look like her former partner.

She scowls and uses her rinkaku to stab his kagune clone through and through. Uta is taken by surprise when her hands grab his real shoulders, her nails dig into his flesh, and her teeth fixate on his lips.

“What the – was that what you wanted?” he asks around the kisses.

“Fuck you.”

“You can.”

“I will. Bastard.” She pushes Uta down onto a table and straddles him.

“You’re crazy,” Uta whispers as he feels burning desire build in his own hips. Ugh, he can’t believe he gets to tell Renji his flirting strategy actually worked.

“Am I?” She whispers back, pushing up her skirt and setting atop him. “Because I heard this is how you flirt.”

“What?” Uta blinks.

“I was given relationship advice. Ua does things angry and fast,” she says between grunts. “So I did.”

“You’re been acting this whole time?”

“Yep. Hate me now?” She tilts her head with a smirk.

“A little – agh – I take it back.” Uta finds it hard to hate anyone, especially someone who makes him feel like this.

“Good.” She grins as Uta reaches his release. For once, No-Face is vulnerable, and hers to witness.

She smiles and kisses his nose. “Let’s do this again.”

Uta winks. “How about now?”

(Ship of your choice with a fem time!) female partner has lost her bra, so she asks her s/o where it is or if they’ve seen it, and they reply by coming up behind her and grabbing her boobs saying “I’ll be your support instead”

“Hsaio, have you seen my bra?” Saiko demands. She wishes she had her girlfriend’s chest right now; Hsaio can at least step outside without armor holding her girls in. If Saiko does, she’ll be arrested for indecent exposure and Urie will lose his shit.

“Which one?” Hsaio loves Saiko’s colorful and nerdy bras, but to be honest, Saiko has so many it’s hard to keep track of them all.

“The one with Pikachu. Or, really, any clean one.” Saiko nibbles her lip, staring at her empty lingerie draw.

Hsaio glides up behind her. Her arms stretch around Saiko’s chest, squeezing her breasts. “How about I be your support instead?”

Saiko whirls around to kiss Hsaio. “Sounds good. You can walk around with your hands over my boobs the entire day.”

Hsaio winks slyly. “I mean…I wouldn’t mind.”

Saiko narrows her eyes. “Did you steal my bra?”

“Not exactly.” Hsaio grins. “You can steal mine!”

“Someone’s desperate for seduction.” Saiko shoves her girlfriend back onto the bed. “Guess the guys will have to wait for us to join them.”

I had an idea while reading snk: a tg au for yumihisu basically seiaki style – Ymir is an artificial One-Eyed Ghoul and Historia is an investigator she used to work with, what happens when they see each other again?

Are you actually asking me to write a crossover with my two favorite series?????

I LOVE YOU NONNY-MOUSE!!!

A cloaked figure looms over the ghouls who had made mincemeat of Special Class Historia Reiss’s comrades. Historia is the last human survivor in this penthouse.

A dozen ghouls were about to attack her – this was supposed to be the end – and then this kagune-possesser – someone who must be a ghoul – appeared. But why would a ghoul defend her?

She grips her ukaku quinque with sweaty hands. But the figure does not charge her.

Historia feels her mouth dry when the figure – the ghoul – removes her mask, a mask decorated with the same blue-and-white wings as Historia’s own quinque.

“Y – Ymir?”

An artificial one-eyed ghoul with Ymir’s face grins at her. “Hello, Historia.”

“What – how?” Historia scrambles forward to snatch the cloaked figure, her former best friend, by her wrist. Tears cloud her vision. “Why are you here right now?!”

Ymir seizes Historia by her shoulders. “Because I was given a second chance, and I’m not wasting it.”

“You murder people,” Historia protests. But she can’t really – she’s such a hypocrite.

“And you kill ghouls, people, whether they’re killers or not. Corpses are what we eat, not necessarily living people.” Ymir pokes Historia’s button nose.

“Ymir…”

“Is that not murder?”

“But you’re a ghoul now.” Historia’s tears spill over.

“So? You think I’m gonna live my life for the people who used me as an experiment? Nah, Imma live like I want! I’ll find a path forward, I swear to you.”

The hall echoes with voices of the backup CCG investigators Historia called minutes ago. They’re catching up.

Ymir drops her voice. A hint of a smile curls on her lips. “After all, I’ve still got to marry you.”

Historia’s mouth falls open. Don’t you know? Ymir has to know – she must know that Historia is a bastard of Bureau Chief Tsuneyoshi Reiss, is doomed to a short life. There’s not much more life for me.

Ymir pulls back from Historia as the backup investigators break down the door. She winks at Historia.

Historia could arrest her, could swing her quinque straight into Ymir’s heart, but she doesn’t. Instead, she swings it into her arm, so that she can’t chase after Ymir.

Ymir grins at Historia’s decision before leaping out the window.

Historia stands there, feigning fright, feigning injury, as the investigators swarm the room. But inside, she is glowing.

Hinami is pregnant and hasn’t told Ayato, so when she goes to tell Touka so she can ask for advice, Touka starts loudly balling (partially because of hormones of being 7-9 months pregnant herself, but also because her baby brother and honorary baby sister are going to be parents) immediately.

“Onee-chan, I’m sorry; I’m so sorry!” Hinami gags.

Her beloved Touka is bawling before her, slumped on the counter of her new cafe. As if she’s about to go into labor at any second, and Hinami may have pulled the trigger.

“I know we should have been responsible, but we were so passionate and – I’m sorry. Please don’t blame Ayato,” Hinami pleads.

“No, no, no,” Touka waves her hand. “You’re smart – enough – to know – Ken and I did the same.”

HInami nods slowly.

“I just, we’re going to be parents and then my baby brother and honorary sister are gonna be parents and our kids will be best friends and now you’re officially going to be in the family and it’s killing me,” Touka blubbers.

“You’re not mad?” HInami gasps.

“No!” Touka throws her arms around Hinami’s neck. “I love you!!!”

“I’m so glad.” HInami blinks back her own tears as she draws Touka closer to her.

An avalanche of liquid splashes on HInami’s shoes. “Um.”

She and Touka look at the ground. Water rushes down Onee-chan’s legs.

“Your water broke! I sent you into labor!” Hinami shrieks.

“Shut up, this will be you in – what – eight months?” Touka mutters as she sinks to the floor. “Call Ken. And an ambulance.”

Throughout labor, Touka keeps joking that this is what Hinami has to anticipate. Kaneki is too busy crying over Touka to notice.

Ayato, meanwhile, drags HInami away to interrogate her. They’ve just finished their talk -and Ayato is weeping – when Big Uncle Yomo appears to interrogate Ayato himself.

When they first found out Ichika-chan could eat human food, Kaneki and Touka were feeding her and tried baby food which went surprisingly well. Once it did and she wanted more, he burst into the cafe (where there was Yomo, Uta, Hide, and Nishiki) and yelled “SHE CAN EAT HUMAN FOOD!!!” and Hide’s first thought was to ask if they could feed her a lemon and film it

I like the way you think.

The door nearly flies off its hinges. Kaneki stands in the frame, panting, double-over, shaking.

“What’s wrong?!” Nishiki yelps.

“SHE CAN EAT HUMAN FOOD!” He shrieks. Behind him, Touka appears with Ichika in her arms and a dry look on her face.

“That’s what you were freaking out over?” Nishiki snickers.

“That’s wonderful.” Yomo looks like he’s about to die of joy.

“I’m happy for all of you,” Uta says calmly.

“Can we feed her a lemon and film it?”

Everyone turns, slowly, to Hide, who sips his coffee. “It’d be so funny.”

“Holy shit! Why are there are nine kakugans staring at me!” he shrieks.

“Good!” Yomo bellows.

Touka shakes her fist.

“I’ll eat more than your face this time,” Kaneki growls.

“Get in line.” Nishiki seethes.

“Uh, I’m her father. I’m first,” Kaneki protests.

But behind all of them, Uta catches Hide’s gaze. He winks, with a slow nod.