Can you describe the first time Chie was introduced to Mirumo and the Tsukiyama household staff and their reactions? I love them so much and I love your writing/hcs so I would really love it!!!

You are so sweet! I love this idea. ❤

“Don’t worry, we won’t serve you for dinner, little mouse,” Tsukiyama says, guiding Chie towards his mansion.

“I put a blog post up in case,” she retorts.

Tsukiyama laughs with delight. “I’d expect nothing less!”

He enters the home and waves. “Hello!”

“Welcome,” says Matsumae.

“Matsumae.” Chile’s eyes widen. “You’re a ghoul, too?”

“She’s head of our household staff,” Tsukiyama narrates.

“Whoa.” Chie snaps a picture. “Don’t worry. I just like looking at these.”

“I know,” Matsumae says with a small smile. “Otherwise our Shuu would be dead by now.”

“I would not!” gasps Tsukiyama, but Chie snickers.

“He definitely would.”

“Indeed.” Mario bows before Chie. “I’m the butler, at your service, madam.”

“Wow.” Chie snaps another picture. “So nice.”

“We are all well-mannered here,” says Tsukiyama.

“Except my son, at times.” An older, mustachioed ghoul appears at the top of an red-carpeted staircase, complete with golden bannisters. “Mirumo Tsukiyama. Pleasure to meet a human friend who doesn’t fear ghouls.”

“She’s my pet,” Shuu says.

“Sure.” Mirumo winks at Chie, who quite likes this man.

“Oh, Master Shuu!” A blonde ghoul hurries up, accompanied by a handsome dark-haired ghoul. “I forgot about your friend, but we’ve just put the cookies in the oven. And we shall prepare some pate for you.”

“What’s your name? Are you two married?” Chie holds up her camera.

“G-goodness, no,” says the woman. “I’m Aliza, and this is Yuuma.”

She notes she’ll probably need to ask Chie for that picture later, to keep it under her pillow.

“And this is Kanae Von Rosewald!” Shuu points excitedly to a pretty lad about his own age, with lilac hair and a pink suit.

“You have pretty hair.” Chie smiles.

“T-thank you.” Kanae almost doesn’t feel jealous of Chie. Almost.

“Well, Chie, shall we sit in the parlor? I’m so interested to know you more,” says Mirumo.

Saiko finds out her brother is dating a ghoul known as “Betty Boop” (my OC, her name is Keiri Katayama, and she is an A Rate with a green Koukaku)

“Get back here!” Saiko yells, lunging for the curvy ghoul with a “Betty Boop” mask and same short red dress. To be honest, she’d love to wear that dress herself.

“I think not,” mocks the ghoul, using her koukaku to block Saiko’s rinkaku and knock her off her feet. “Boop-oop-a-doop!”

She climbs the fence before Saiko and vanishes.

“Saiko! What happened?!” Mutsuki, Urie, and Shirazu race up.

“Betty got away again,” Saiko mutters. Maybe she shouldn’t have taken her on alone.

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“Ready to meet my sister?” Yonebayashi Sora grins at his girlfriend.

Katayama Keiri purrs under his smile. She originally began dating this hapless Academy graduate to keep herself aware of CCG’s actions. She wasn’t counting on actually liking this dork, or convincing him to live with her to escape his awful, horrible, no-good, very bad mother.

I’m an idiot.

Keiri nods and allows Sora to lead her up to a large house. “Saiko calls this the ‘Chateau.’”

Keiri chuckles. “How quaint.”

“Sora!” The blue-haired Quinx she found last night throws the door open and tackles him in an embrace.

Keiri’s blood chills. Sora’s sister is a Quinx? That Quinx?

“Saiko!” Sora laughs. “This is Katayama Keiri.”

Saiko smiles and nods, as if nothing is wrong. “Nice t’meet ya.”

“Nice to meet you, too,” says Keiri, trying to lower her voice.

It doesn’t work. She sees Saiko’s eyes widen.

Saiko punches at her, but Keiri dodges. She can’t use her kagune – Sora might get hurt.

“What?” screams Sora.

“She’s a ghoul, you idiot!” Saiko uses her rinkaku to punch Keiri against the wall.

“Ah…ha-ha.” Keiri looks up, dizzy and sprawled across the floor. She shouldn’t have been so merciful. God dammit.

“What have you done?” Sora cries, trying to reach for Keiri. Saiko holds him back. “She’s not a ghoul. I love her!”

“What’s all this?” Sasaki materializes, followed by the remaining Quinx.

“Is this your family reunion?” Shirazu jokes. He then freezes when he sees Saiko crying.

“She’s Betty. I know her voice.” Saiko’s lips quiver. Her brother is dating a killer.

Keiri should run. But she doesn’t want to break Sora’s heart.

“Are you sure?” Sasaki approaches. Sasaki, the famous investigator. Keiri can’t help but flinch.

She scrambles up, pressing her back against the wall. Her heart hammers. “Sora…”

What if they arrest him, too?

“Fuck!” she spits. “I love you too, Sora.” Tears roll down her cheeks. “That’s why I never told him, I swear he didn’t know.”

“Know what?” Sora looks stricken.

She looks at him with two kakugans.

He gasps. “Why?!”

Saiko sees Urie release his own koukaku.

“I claim ownership rights!” she yells quickly. “You can’t kill her yet!”

She’s not yet sure how to help Sora through this mess, but she’ll find a way.

I’ve decided to be cruel and ask for a scenario where Hinami dies during childbirth :)

“Her pulse is increasing.” Banjou hesitates.

“Hold on, please,” Ayato begs, racing forward to grab Hinami’s hands with one hand. Their child is in his other hand. “I can’t lose you.”

“Get him out of here,” Tsukiyama commands.

Touka moves forward to hold her brother’s shoulders. Her voice breaks. “Shuu, let him stay.”

Ayato would have rather his sister kicked him out. Terror kicks him. “No, please.”

He clutches their child. Ryouko. “Hina, I need you.”

“My kagune isn’t healing enough.” Banjou whispers.

Tsukiyama leaves abruptly. When he returns, he’s dragging a white-faced Kaneki, grim Yomo, sobbing Nishiki, and a trembling Miza.

Ayato lets out a sob at the sight of them.

“Your daughter is beautiful,” Yomo says thickly.

“Onee-chan.” Hinami’s eyes suddenly open. She smiles at Kaneki.

“Hey there, Hinami-chan.” Kaneki and Touka approach.

“Ayato?”

“He’s right here, little Hinami.” Tsukiyama shoves him forward.

“Don’t cry, Ayato,” she says, reaching for him. She feels like she’s hanging by a fraying thread.

His hands are so warm, so lifelike. “You’re going to be a great daddy.”

“You need to be a great Mommy, too,” Ayato whines.

“I will. I don’t think…Mom stopped when she went to heaven.” Hinami smiles deliriously.

“Yotsume!” The door bursts open, and Akira Mado barrels in. “Yotsume! Hey!”

She reaches over to embrace Hinami.

“Do you think,” HInami begins, “Your dad and my parents are laughing together?”

“Dad was pretty stubborn, but you never know,” Akira says, forcing a smile.

“I’m gonna tell Hikari hi from you Kirishimas,” Hinami mumbles.

Ayato lets out another sob.

“Can you hold me?”

He places Ryouko in Hina’s arms and crawls next to her. Her breathing slows, then restarts, and slows again.

Akira checks her pulse. “She’s gone.”

Ayato lets out a wail. Nishiki punches the wall, and Tsukiyama throws himself into a teary Yomo’s arms.

Touka and Kaneki clutch each other, and Banjou curls up on the floor. Miza sinks to her knees.

“I’m sorry,” Ayato begs, to Hina, to Ryouko, to his other family.

“You made her happy,” Touka tells him through her tears. “Nothing to be sorry for.”

Complete crack. The scene from the first series where kaneki and touka disguise themselves to spread misinformation to the CCG but instead of dressing as students the do the whole two people in a trench coat thing (kaneki is the bottom half and touka sits on his shoulders) . Everyone except Mado buys it and Touka almost hits her head on the way out. (if you need inspiration put “I don’t trust like that” into youtube search, i can’t add links to asks)

Oh my god.

Mado narrows his eyes. That girl, the one in the black trench coat, has a torso that is way too long.

“Come with me, kid.” He grabs Touka’s hand, and she lurches nearly off Kaneki’s shoulders.

We’re fucked, he thinks in fear. He can’t even see where he’s going! She just has to guide him.

“Shit, you’re too tall for the scanners.” Mado scowls. “Kick your leg through.”

Touka pinches Kaneki. Maybe she wants him to run. But he has no choice but to kick his leg.

The scanner doesn’t go off.

Touka bites her lip to keep from gasping with relief. “Guess we’ll be going now.”

“Sure.” Mado glowers up at her.

“Bye.” Touka flutters her fingers.

The hulking figure stumbles towards the door. Touka ducks to avoid slamming into the frame.

“Sorry!” Kaneki whispers.

Great, now everyone thinks my stomach can talk. Touka pinches him again and guides him around the corner.

I think we need Ui and Hairu playing monopoly against Arima and Eto. I’d love to see a really competitive Arima and Ui and the girls are literally just sitting there.

Yassssss.

“The God of Death might just go down,” Eto murmurs, watching Arima grow paler and paler.

He’s fine during combat. But board games? His nerves takes it very personally.

“Arima, no! Don’t give up!” cries Hairu.

“Why are you rooting for him?” salts Ui. His knuckles are white. I will…defeat…I will take Marvin Gardens before him. I must.

“I’m rooting for you both.” Hairu scoffs.

“Ha!” Arima laughs with glee as Ui draws Go to Jail.

“Okay, but which jail?” Hairu asks.

“Definitely Cochlea.” Eto grins. “SSS rate cells.”

“Fuck all of you.”

“Language,” Arima mutters, carefully constructing his next five moves in his brain.

“I’VE BEEN PUT IN JAIL.” Ui whimpers. “Hairu, I don’t deserve it.”

“You don’t,” Hairu agrees.

“You do,” says Eto.

“I will not fail,” Arima mutters.

But after two more hours, Eto is bored. Hairu is bored. Their husbands, less so.

So Eto swoops her hands down onto the board and knocks the pieces off.

“Eto!” screams Ui.

“Why?” Arima gasps.

“I’m the One-Eyed Owl, fucking shit up.” Eto grins. “We’ll call it a draw. Enough pride for you two?”

Arima and Ui tentatively nod.

“Oh thank god,” says Hairu.

Maruchika anon heeere, how have you been?~ can I ask for something fluffy where Chika thinks how much he loves Marude and how lucky he is that they are together? Maybe like a sequel for the last scenario you wrote~ lots of kissing and snuggling involved and some Hide being a tease at how cute they look and how un-washuu like Chika is acting, all blushing and everything~

I’ve been well, how are you my lovely Tho?

Chika Washuu is an early riser. But today he’s been awake since 3 am, watching Marude sleep beside him.

Maru snores as loud as his motorcycle motor. Chika chuckles to himself.

His best friend doesn’t hate him. He accepts him, after years of a lie.

Warmth spilled over in Chika’s heart, and he snuggles closer to Maru, wrapping him in his arms. That loneliness he always felt – it’s gone now.

Marude rolls over. “Aw shit, it’s dawn.”

Maru’s first words would include an expletive. Chika laughs.

Marude kisses him gently. “Are you okay?”

Chika nods.

“Time to meet Hide, then, and plan to get your son more involved.” Marude rises.

When they enter the coffeeshop, Marude points toward a mask-wearing kid. “Nagachika.”

Hide waves. He then sees Chika’s blush, and his hand entwined with Maru’s, and has to wink.

“Can you not, kid?” snaps Marude.

Hide scribbles on a paper. Can, but won’t?

Marude pouts.

You’re acting very much not like a Washuu, Chika. I like it.

Though his mouth is covered, Chika can tell the kid is smiling.

Kaneki enjoys his talks with Gohan, the half saiyan being impossible to even dislike with his humble and righteous nature. Slowly, he comes to fall for Gohan and struggles with it because he doesn’t think he’s good enough so someone like Gohan. But when his birthday comes around, he gets the surprise of his life when Gohan confesses to him.

“You should tell him.” Touka insists.

“No, I don’t think so.” Kaneki swallows. He’s too much of a coward, a failure, for someone like Gohan to like him. Gohan knows how to balance his pacifism with fighting. Gohan is content in himself.

Touka scowls. “Fine, be unhappy.”

“I don’t…what else can I do?” Kaneki blinks.

“Invite him to your birthday party,” she retorts.

“Party?!”

“Yeah. You’re having one.” Touka cackles with glee. “You can’t be friends with Shuu and not have a birthday party.”

When the birthday party comes, Kaneki finds it difficult to speak to Gohan. Sure, he already decided not to tell him, but somehow that feels scarier.

Gohan sips their coffee. “This is the best coffee around. Food of the gods.”

“Just the ghouls,” Touka jokes.

“Ghouls are amazing creatures.” Gohan seems sincere, and Kaneki’s heart leaps.

“You don’t think so, Kaneki?” Gohan uses his tail to tickle him. “You know, Kaneki, I’ve been wanting to say something to you…forgive me if it sounds impolite, but…”

Kaneki’s heart sinks. Gohan hates him.

“…I really like you. Not just as a friend.” Gohan slurps down the rest of his coffee. “How’s that for an awkward birthday confession?”

Kaneki splutters. “What?”

“I’m sorry if that makes you uncomfortable. I just feel like – you know me really well, and you understand me, Kaneki.” Gohan smiles sweetly.

Kaneki leans forward. “Gohan, I … like you, too. Like, like like.”

Gohan laughs with relief. “Really?”

Kaneki nods. So even Gohan feels scared of love.

He’s not alone.

And today, he feels known.

kuroneki having his first time with hide(and kaneki tops)? I wanna see my dorky boys have fun together ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°

Teehee.

“Kaneki, aren’t you tired of studying?” Hide pouts.

“I’m reading, not studying,” Kaneki admits.

“You are adorable.” Hide winks and inches closer to kiss his boyfriend.

Kaneki laughs. “What would you like to do instead?”

“Fun things.” Hide winks and pulls Kaneki into his bedroom. “Like this.”

Kaneki’s heart pounds. “Are you sure?”

“If you are.” Hide waits, his eyes wide.

Kaneki nods.

“Yessssss!” Hide pumps his fist in the air.

Kaneki hesitates. “Wait, how do we – who – ”

“Oh my god.” Hide chuckles. “Here. You can be on top. Undress me.”

“D-d-do you have protection?”

“Yes, Kaneki.” Hide winks again. “See, I paid attention in health class.”

“You did not!”

“True. Nishiki gave them to me.” Hide hops onto his bed and guides Kaneki down onto him. They kiss and explore each other’s mouths for what feels like hours.

And then Hide begins exploring more of Kaneki, pulling up his shirt and kissing his chest. And Kaneki dares to do the same to Hide. He wants Hide.

Their bodying move synchronously, and all Kaneki can this about is Hide, and how good Hide feels. All Hide thinks is Kaneki, Kaneki, I love Kaneki.

When Kaneki finally cries out, Hide smiles. “Yo know I love you, right?”

“Yes.” Kaneki’s lips tremble. “And I love you, too.”

Can I get some fluff/nsfw Uta please!?

“Hey.” Uta growls in his S/O’s ear. It’s nearly midnight, and he’s finally done with his mask. He’s proud of it, but also ready for another activity. “It’s been a long day.”

“Has it, hmm?” They smile coyly.

“Pay attention to me,” he whines.

“I always do.”

“Pay me special attention.” Uta wiggles his eyebrows.

“Oh? What kind?” His S/O gasps as he lifts them up and plops them down on one of his tables. “Uta, there’s paint everywhere.”

“We can make it more messy.” He leans over them to nibble on their throat, and with a grin, they bite back into his mouth.

He fumbles with their pants and underwear. They giggle and pull him onto the table. As they roll around and leave marks on each other, their bodies become more and more splattered with colors.

Finally the two lie side by side, panting and tie-dyed.

“Well, that was fun,” they say.

“You’re beautiful,” he tells them. “Your body is work of art.”

“So is yours, Mr. Tattoo.” They poke him and both partners burst into laughter.

Yomo’s fem s/o giving birth but the baby is stillborn. (there, I just needed something depressing)

Content warning: stillbirth.

“You’re almost there,” Yomo says, rubbing his lover’s shoulders.

“Don’t push,” Itori says, trying to keep her voice light. She doesn’t like how she can see the umbilical cord before the baby.

“Huh?” Yomo’s S/O squints.

Itori draws her kagune. “I think the cord prolapsed.”

“What does that mean?” Yomo demands.

“It means I need you to keep her calm,” Itori says as calmly as she can manage. “While I cut her open.”

His lover gasps, but Yomo knows now is not the time for emotion. He holds her hands tight. “Look into my eyes.”

Itori curses herself for not noticing anything sooner as she carefully slices across her friend’s abdomen. She grabs the baby and holds it up.

“It’s not crying.” Yomo’s lover is already healing, but screw it, she doesn’t care.

It’s head it blue. Tears blur Itori’s vision, but she feels the baby’s heart. Please beat.

Nothing.

Itori begins compressing its tiny chest with her fingers, and Yomo’s lover is shaking. But Yomo won’t look, not now, because his lover is starting to fall apart.

“Uta! Get in here.” Itori’s voice breaks, and that’s when Yomo knows. “Come on kid, please.”

Uta comes in, and for once he looks utterly serious.

“What was the gender?” Yomo manages.

“Boy,” says Uta, tears gathering in his eyes.

“So baby Kuzen, hmm.” Yomo turns back to his lover, who is sobbing loudly.

“I’m sorry, Ren.” Itori clutches the baby.

“Wait! Can – can I hold it?” His lover whimpers. “I just want to pretend for a minute.”

Itori nods and hands over their son.

Kuzen is perfect. He should be here. She should have been in a hospital, her life as valuable as a human’s, so none of this would happen. Yomo holds his love in his arms and lets himself sob with her.