When the ghouls unmask themselves Urie recognizes Touka as the girl from the photos in mutsukis room. He understands he doesn’t have all the pieces to the puzzle but remains way of her and tells the others to be as well. Until everything clicks into place.

The girl – the cute girl who called CCG on its bullshit – is Touka Kirishima. Urie frowns. She’s the reason Bujin was in jail. She’s the reason Mucchan is crazy.

“Be careful,” Urie says in Saiko’s ear.

“Why?” she asks, all too loudly.

“That’s Kirishima!” he hisses.

Saiko’s eyes widen. She knew she loved this ghoul.

Urie rolls his eyes. For fuck’s sake.

Higemaru and Hsaio, however, appear to listen to him. Thankfully.

“You know Yoriko!” Saiko calls then, and Urie groans. Too late.

Touka hesitates. Sorrow crosses her face, and even Urie has to admit, she clearly loves Yoriko.

“She escaped,” Itou whispers. “With Takeomi.”

“How do you know?” Urie pauses. “Wait. Never mind. Forget I asked.”

Touka cocks her eyebrow. “Urie and Saiko, I presume?”

“How do you know?” Urie barks.

“She knows Maman, silly.” Saiko throws her arms around Touka. “I’m so glad you came to help!”

Touka laughs nervously.

“He literally betrayed all of us, Saiko,” Urie reminds her.

“He didn’t want to – it’s a long story we’ll tell someday,” Touka insists.

“Really?” Saiko clings to her. She likes this ghoul. The manager from Re. Yoriko’s BFF.

She sniffs Touka. “Huh.”

Touka turns red as Nishiki grins.

“You smell like Maman.”

Urie coughs.

Mutsuki loved Sasaki.

She smells like Sasaki.

Sasaki told her who he was.

She’s cute.

“OH MY GOD!” Urie screams.

“Shut up!” Touka yells back.

Saiko x male reader fluff?

“Hey, you.” You turn from your books to see Saiko sticking out her chest, and you know precisely what’s coming.

“Are you trying to seduce me?” You ask dryly.

“No.” Her shoulders slump. “I’m actually trying to get you to take me out for ice cream.”

You burst out laughing. Of course. Of course. “Sure, Saiko.”

“Excellent,” she purrs. “Also, have you read the latest manga chapter?”

“No. Don’t spoil it!”

Saiko pouts, but agrees to let you discover the glorious angst on your own. She skips excitedly beside you as you walk to the ice cream store.

You order vanilla, and she shakes her head at how boring you are. But you grin, because you know she loves you for your simplicity.

She orders green tea ice cream with all the toppings, and you have to admit, you’re curious how they would taste together. Fortunately, Saiko is always willing to share.

She sticks her finger in the green remnants of her cup and wipes it on your nose.

“Hey!” You protest.

“You look cute with a green nose.” Saiko grins, and you make a mental note to bribe Higemaru to draw on her face while she sleeps later. She’ll retaliate, and you will absolutely lose this war, but for now, you enjoy provoking mischief with your favorite partner in crime.

Masanori’s teenage years

Masanori continues to be a hellion well into his teenage years. He breaks curfew constantly – not out of malice, but out of sheer forgetfulness.

Tonight is no different.

Eventually, Hairu falls asleep. But Ui can’t. He stays up, waiting nervously for his son’s return.

Around 2 am, the door bursts open.

“Dad! I’m sorry!” Masanori’s voice cracks. “I stayed out late watching Harry Potter with Furuta.”

Of course, my son’s the only person who stays out late to spend time in prison. Ui sighs.

“Did you finish the eighth movie? That one’s my favorite.” Hairu blinks back sleep. She stands in the doorway to their bedroom.

“Furuta’s favorite character is Lucius. I think he wants a bad dad who would give up everything for his son.” Masanori looks sad.

“Oh.” Ui can’t help but pity Uncle Fruit. “Well, who is yours?”

“Since Sirius is dead, Ginny. She reminds me of Mom.” Masanori smiles at Hairu, who grins back.

“You’re like Bill, Ui.” Hairu winks.

“That would make me your brother!” He sticks out his tongue.

“Uh.” Masanori pales. “I’ll be off to sleep now. Sorry for the wait!”

♥_♥ pls write some matsuri x nico stuff

All aboard the shipping train!!!

“Hey there, big stuff.” Outside a dilapidated CCG, a clownish woman with a male physique flutters her fingers at him. She sits on the steps, surveying the chaos before them.

She’s one of the ones who showed up at the last second to save Kaneki Ken. One of the powerful ones.

Nico smirks at this bearded, dangerous Washuu. Who is almost too adorkable for words.

“H-hi.” Matsuri blushes and sits beside her. “You’re one of the clowns.”

“Guilty. I worked with your uncle to take over CCG. Kinda glad you survived, though.” Nico points towards the remains of Kaneki’s kakuja. “I had no idea dragon was this destructive.”

“Would that have stopped you?” Matsuri growls.

“No,” Nico admits. “I think tragedies are beautiful.”

“Life is a tragedy. The happy moments are what’s beautiful.” Matsuri shakes his head. Like whenever he and Yoshitoki connected for even a moment. That was beautiful.

“I think pain is beautiful.” Nico smiles.

“I think you deserve better,” Matsuri says, surprising even himself.

“Ha.” Nico smiles wryly. “Says the man who was too afraid of his family to live life on his own terms.”

“Guilty,” Matsuri echoes.

Nico giggles. “Oh really? Wanna be guilty of more?”

Matsuri raises an eyebrow. “Just what do you have in mind.”

Nico leaps to her feet and pulls him to standing. “Oh, you’ll see.”

Write about Matsuri and his German boyfriend (who I may have named Rolf Müller) please :)

Warning for homophobia.

“Another letter?” Yoshitoki asks with interest.

“Mmmhmmm.” Matsuri scuttles upstairs. Yoshitoki will not be happy to hear that his son has been seduced by a beautiful German artist named Rolf Müller, and even though he’s back in Japan, Rolf writes to him every week.

Rolf offers to visit, but Matsuri forces himself to refuse. Tsuneyoshi will hate to have someone queer in the family. Rolf will die.

My beloved Matsuri,

How are you?

Is this okay? Matsuri recalls Rolf running his fingers through his hair and inviting him into his bedroom.

I know Japan is difficult for you. Family legacies and all. But don’t you remember?

Matsuri remembers Rolf buying him coffee. Taking long walks together. Visiting Auschwitz and vomiting afterwards. And Rolf telling him it’s okay, it’s a good response, and Matsuri couldn’t tell him that he fears his family is engaging in their own genocide.

Matsuri, I know. It wasn’t hard to investigate the truth about the Washuus and Gehennas.

Matsuri sucks in his breath. Rolf knows?

I love you. I don’t blame your secrecy.

Matsuri blames himself, even if Rolf doesn’t.

Aren’t you ever going to write back?

Tsuneyoshi would kill someone like Rolf. For family honor. For secrecy.

Matsuri presses his hands against his eyes. He wants to respond I LOVE YOU TOO!!! And draw kisses all over the paper. He wants to seek Rolf’s advice on his family.

Love,

Rolf

But for Rolf’s sake, he can’t.

So he slides the paper under his mattress with the dozen other letters he’s received. Maybe someday he’ll burn them. Right now, he’d rather keep them close, to remind himself of Rolf.

ayatos human s/o gets pregnant and he basically has a huge freak out and straight up tells her to get rid of it (all of your pregnant stories have been so good🐰)

Awwww thank you. Pregnancy stories are my favorite because ANGST.

“You sick?” Ayato sticks his head in their bathroom door. Fuck privacy, his s/o is vomiting for the second time this week.

“No,” they say, wiping their mouth.

“I smell puke, [Name].” He makes a face.

“I said I’m fine!”

Ayato is hurt, though he won’t show it. “Fine then. Have it your way. But, as an executive, I better not see you on a mission today.”

He stalks away, and almost misses their weak reply, “I’m pregnant.”

Ayato freezes, his hand on the doorknob. “What?”

“I said I am pregnant.” His S/O slumps to the tiled floor. Fat tears roll down their cheeks.

“Are – are you sure?” Ayato begins to shake.

They nod.

“I – I can’t – I won’t be Arata! I can’t do that to a kid!” he shrieks. “[Name], I’m begging you: get rid of it.”

His s/o looks shocked.

Isn’t she relieved? He doesn’t want her to bear this burden.

“I don’t know if I want to! I … I actually might want it,” they plead. “And anyhow, don’t tell me what to do.”

Ayato turns red. “I wasn’t.”

“Ayato, you just told me to get rid of it.”

“I don’t want to be a dad. I’ll be awful. You’ll be in danger.” Ayato runs a hand through his hair. “If – if someone finds out an Aogiri executive has a family – ”

“Touka’s gonna kill you, and that’s what you’re afraid of,” his S/O shoots back.

Ayato cowers. He knows they’re right. “I’m sorry.”

“Damn right you are,” they say with a slight smile. He smiles back.

“Will you leave me if I keep it?”

Ayato gasps. “No! No, [Name], never.” He crosses the room to wrap his arms around them. “I’ll never leave you. I’m just scared, that’s all.”

They embrace him back. “Me too.”

He holds them – and his blossoming child – in his arms. And for a moment, he thinks maybe he can do this after all.

Kaneki and Hide reunite and Hide confesses his feelings for him (like he did in Chpt 148). But since Kaneki is married with a child on the way, he also says he is ready to let Kaneki go and be happy even if he can’t have him. In comes our queen, Touka, who introduces them to the idea of polyamory ;)

“Why would you go this far? I took your mouth,” Kaneki whispers. He’ll never hear Hide’s laugh again.

Hide rolls his eyes “Kaneki, half an hour ago you thought you’d never hear me again because you’d killed me. Isn’t this infinitely better?”

“I…suppose.”

“Anyhow, I love you. Kaneki, I’ve loved you for years.” Hide looks at the ground. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before. It took me…well, until you vanished to realize.”

“Hide.” Kaneki blinks back tears. “I love you, too.”

He takes Hide’s cheeks in his. “But I can’t be with you. I’m with Touka. We’re having a baby.”

“Do you love her?” Hide asks, desperately.

“Yes.”

“Good.” Hide breathes a sigh of relief. He can handle heartbreak if Kaneki is happy.

“Hold up, you two.” Touka stomps over. “Go ahead and kiss him, Ken.”

“Huh?” Kaneki sputters.

“Polyamory is a thing, you know.” Touka flutters her lashes at both men.

Hide feels impressively attracted to her. “Uh.”

Kaneki tackles his missing mouth in a kiss, and Touka kisses both of their cheeks.

“Welcome to the family. I’ll leave a bite mark not on your face for marriage,” Touka whispers in Hide’s ear.

He laughs, and even Kaneki has to chuckle.

He feels so happy, surrounded by and married to his best friends.

Akira and Amon’s toddler daughter Kasuka’s first fully formed word being “Koutarou” and he’s flattered but would have preferred “Daddy”. What happens?

YAS AKIRAMON YAAAAAAAAS.

“Say Daddy,” Akira encourages Kasuka. Their daughter grips her finger and totters towards Amon. “Get ready, Koutarou.”

He crouches on the ground, ready to catch her. She tumbles into his strong hands, giggling. “Koutarou!”

He gasps.

“She said your name!” Akira would have assumed Daddy was easier. Kasuka is smart, and she’s a proud Mama.

“I’m flattered,” Amon says, hugging Kasuka. “Yes, Daddy is Koutarou.”

“Koutarou!” She cheers.

After they put her to bed for the evening, Amon allows himself angst. “But what if she never calls me Daddy?”

“Is that a problem?” Akira cocks an eyebrow.

“Yes! I want to be her Daddy! I want her to call me Daddy witht he same affection you used for Mado.” Amon rubs his forehead. “Please.”

Akira has to laugh. “Oh my.”

“I know, it’s not logical, but I want it.” He clenches his fists.

“We’ll work on teaching her Daddy,” Akira assures him. She plants a kiss on his cheek. “I love your illogical side.”

Oh god nsfw uihai with ui fulfilling hairu’s praise kink

“Hairu, you’re an amazing investigator.” Ui serves her his most winsome smile as soon as they walk in their door. It’s late at night, and for sure they’re both tired, but he also kinda wants her.

Hairu eyes him slyly, in a way that communicates she knows exactly what’s up. “So are you, Sir Lord of Ethics.”

“And you’re a kind, happy person.” Ui pulls her closer, before their coats are even off.

“Koori, you are so strong,” Hairu whispers back.

He laughs and gestures towards their room.

Hairu is having none of it. “Why wait?”

She yanks off his jacket right there, in the hall. She presses his back into the wall with a ferocious kiss.

“Hairu, you’re so good at this,” Ui whimpers pulling off her coat and pushing up her shirt. “Wow.”

He goggles at the frilly, ribboned bra she wears. “You’re also a magnificent planner.”

“I am,” Hairu agrees, unbuttoning his shirt. It tumbles to the floor.

Ui would love to use his mouth to remove her bra, but he isn’t that coordinated. So Hairu has to offer her assistance, and he’s blushing like crazy as she pushes down her pants and then his.

“Hairu, I don’t know how you’re this good,” Ui moans, letting her sink onto him. He lets her press him further against the wall. “Ihei Hairu is the best. The sexiest. The kindness. The funnest. I love her so much.”

“Dooooo you,” she purrs, increasing their rhythm. “Because Ui Koori is smart, justice-oriented, brave, and oh-so-talented.”

Ui gasps as he feels his climax nearing. “H-hairuuuuuu.”

She loves when he calls her name as he comes. How he looks at her with utmost love and appreciation. How he sees her as not a ghoul-human hybrid, but a full person and the woman he wants to spend the rest of his life with.

She loves him.

More Hikari? She introduces Itori, Uta and Yomo to her adoptive family, her take-no-shit mother “[you choose her name]” and extremely little shy brother “[name]” She befriends Hinami (say Hikari’s dad was a super sweet guy so she has his kindness and Itori’s sense of humor?) too maybe! My apologies if I’m carried away ;-;

You’re not carried away at all. I love your enthusiasm!

“Mom? Here’s my other Mom.” Hikari giggles as a woman and a little boy enter Anteiku.

“Hikari, it’s late and I was so – oh.” A brunette of about 35 years old presses her hands to her mouth. There’s no doubt who Itori is.

“Hi,” Itori says, choosing to wield her winsome smile as a weapon.

“I’m Ichiro Akane.” The woman nods to Uta and Yomo. “Are you…”

“A friend of Itori’s,” Uta says, grinning.

“Both of us.” Yomo elbows Uta. Behave.

“I see.” Akane nods, her eyes full of questions she will definitely ask. “Not Hikari’s father?”

“No,” Itori says quickly as Uta snickers.

“This is Benjiro.” The woman tugs the boy, who is only a year or so younger than Hikari, forward.

“Hi.” He waves nervously.

“Hello.” Uta smirks, and the kid looks terrified.

“More coffee?” A girl about Hikari’s age stops by the table.

“Yes, please,” says Akane. “Say, what’s your name, girl?”

“Hinami.”

“You have a pretty headband. Can I try it?” Hikari waves her hands in excitement, just like Itori used to.

Hinami nods.

“Ooh, I think it looks better on you.” Hikari frowns at her reflection in her phone. “We should hang out more.”

“Hikari needs people her age,” Akane says quietly. Itori nods. As awkward as this is, at least she and Akane agree on Hikari needing the best in the world.