I need some UiHai angst. I don’t think Ui has actually cried since Hairu died, so can I have a scenario where just after the last chapter, Ui suddenly breaks down and can’t stop sobbing? Add anything else you like :)

“Do you think we’re closer to the world Arima wanted?” Yusa’s back remains to Ui, but Ui hears the defeat in his voice.

And it breaks him.

Arima, Hairu, Shio, Rikai, Hairu, Hairu, Hairu, Sakai, Hairu…

Ui gasps. He hasn’t let himself cry in so long.

And suddenly the tears won’t stop.

Furuta looks terrified. “Bye!”

Yusa knees a fleeing Furuta between his thighs. The former director falls over, howling.

But Ui howls louder. “Fuck you! Fuck you, Furuta Nimura!”

“What if I told you that wasn’t my full name?”

“Shut up!” Ui throws a chunk of collapsed concrete at him. He misses by about two meters.

“Fuck me! I allowed this.” Ui grabs his hair. These dead kids – he let them die! “What have I done?”

“Allowed this?”

“Shut up,” Hirako barks at Furuta.

“I miss her. I miss her so – so much and I – and Arima – he was the one one – who understood me – and now – I’ve lost everything!” Ui sobs. “I should have died, not Hairu. Not Arima.”

Yusa and Hirako exchange glances.

“Go on and tell him,” Furuta mutters. He should hate Ui – Ui’s everything he despised – but Ui showed him one moment of encouragement months ago, so for some reason he can’t hate him.

He can’t make it up to Ui. He doesn’t even care to.

But he might as well let the boy know the truth.

“Ui, Arima – Arima was dying anyways. So was Hairu.” Hirako swallows.

“Huh?” Ui’s face pinches. Hairu, who giggled every night with him, who fed him melon pan, who laughed at everything he did. Hairu who revitalized his life? No, never.

He just wants another second with her. Just enough time to tell her he loves her. Please, God.

“Listen to me.” Hirako sighs. “But this is gonna take a long time to explain.”

comes out of crying corner You know there’s a possibility Hairu might have appeared in a panel this chapter? The crouching person with a black hood resembles her calendar page which pretty much confirmed her revival. Ishida’s most likely gonna cliffhanger the shit out of that panel and not reveal who it is for who knows how long, so maybe you’d like to give us an angsty Uihai reunion scenario? goes back to crying corner

*crawls out of tokyo ghoul hell/crying pit* Ishida? Cliffhanger? -___-

*slithers back into tokyo ghoul hell/crying pit to wail about Hairu some more*

Come to TG hell; our tears have extinguished all the flames.

Hairu clamps one hand over her kakugan eye and makes her way into the 24th Ward tunnels. She can smell flesh – but no – she’s human, she’s mostly human, she won’t give in.

But she can also smell Furuta, and she’d like to sink her teeth – no, a sword – into him.

A scene of carnage awaits her. Blood, entrails, children who are just husks swallowed by that dragon kagune.

Hairu sniffles and ventures further.

She screams. Shio – and Rikai – headless bodies –

She could eat the bodies.

No! Hairu slaps herself. Shio! Shio, her cousin! How could CCG do this?

She follows the blood to the smell of Furuta and – cigarettes.

Hairu peeks around the corner to see a dejected Furuta, Ui leaning on Hirako, and Yusa’s tear-streaked face.

Ui’s not sure who screamed first, Furuta or Yusa.

But what he does know is that Hairu is screaming right back.

“Who killed Shio?” she growls.

“Hajime. He was twelve.” Furuta shrugs.

Hairu leaps at Furuta. Her teeth snap – no, wait –

“What did you do to me? Why did you do this?” she howls, backing away to kneel before them all.

“Hairu!” Ui launches himself at her. She looks up – and his heart stops at one kakugan. “A quinx?”

“No, a half-ghoul,” Hairu snarls. “Ui, did you – you knew about this?”

“I – it was the only way. I needed you back,” he pleads.

“Was this worth it?!”

Ui’s face crumbles. How can he be truthful without making her feel worse? “Y – yes.”

“No. The answer is no.” Hairu sobs.

Yusa wraps an arm around her. Ui’s too scared to dare.

“Ui, I don’t know if this is Kanou or dragon. But i know they didn’t do anything that wasn’t already in our blood,” Yusa says. “Right, Furuta?”

Furuta winces.

“What do you mean?” Ui looks scared.

“We’re all half-ghouls. Deemed ‘failed experiments,’ more human than ghoul,” Hirako says stiffly.

“No!” Ui looks into Hairu’s pooling kalgan, into Yusa’s sorrowful face, into Furuta’s face which bears just the slightest flicker of shame.

Ui recoils. “What is this?”

“The Washuus,” Furuta mumbles.

“Arima, too.” Hirako eyes Ui. This spoiled brat better be nice to Hairu real quick.

Ui stutters. “I – I don’t – it can’t – ”

“Just kill me!” Hairu cries suddenly. “I’m hungry, Ui. I’m going to have to eat people. Kill me.”

“But I want you alive.” Ui begins to cry. He holds out his forearm. “You can eat me if you like.”

Hairu sobs. “I don’t wanna eat you, Koori.”

Ui wraps her in a hug. “I want you alive, ghoul and all. Just – please – someone -tell me what’s happening?”

“Furuta’s good at stories, let’s let him tell.” Yusa scowls.

“Tell or we’ll feed you to her,” Hirako snaps.

Hairu shakes her head. “I don’t even want to eat him.”

“It’s not like I taste bad!” Furuta snaps back. He pauses and unscrews a vial. “Here. Rc cells. Concentrated. They help.”

Hairu gasps and, for once, Ui wonders if he shouldn’t regret following Furuta.

But no. He does. He has to.

But he has Hairu, too. He looks around the cavern left by dragon. He has to survive and live with this, just as Hairu will.

Can you do a cute fluffy fic about Touka styling her hair the way she did in the omake and Kaneki finds it adorable? Thanks!

“Kaneki,” Touka whispers.

“Mmm?” He rolls over. He had just drifted to sleep.

“My hair is the same as the Director’s.” Touka looks horrified. “I had a dream you couldn’t tell us apart!”

“What?!” Kaneki shrieks.

Touka turns around. Slowly, she lifts her hair and, with the angst of a thousand Kanekis, with the determination of a thousand Furutas, pulls it into a pineapple ponytail.

Kaneki’s eyes resemble saucers. “You look adorable, Touka-chan.”

“Do I?” She smiles and pats the ponytail.

“Yes.” He sits upright to tug on it. “I love it.”

Touka beams at him. “Why don’t you show me how much, hmm?”

When they leave their room the next morning, Nishiki yells. “Why the fuck are you growing a pineapple as well as a baby, Touka?”

“I like it.” Kaneki draws Touka closer to him.

“Oh, sure, trust the white-haired kid’s fashion sense,” grumbles Nishiki.

Touka waves the Aogiri kids over.

“Oh no,” says Nishiki.

A tsunami of children tackle him. His glasses are removed, and he can feel them styling his hair. “Touka! Get back here! I take it back! TOUKA!”

I’m growing to like Matsuri/Urie. Could you write a scenario where Urie returns Matsuri’s feelings, in his own Urie-ish way?

“I’m sorry we couldn’t get here in time.” Matsuri doesn’t know what else to say, but he knows Urie needs comfort.

“Sorry? Sorry doesn’t cut it!” Urie doubles over, fighting back tears. Kuriowa Iwao’s body is lifted onto a stretcher, and a sheet pulled over it.

Panic hits Urie. Fuck. “Someone has to tell Takeomi and Yoriko!”

“I’ll do it,” says Matsuri. Dad was always inviting him to learn how to break bad news, and he always refused, because it hurt too much. But for Urie, he’ll face that pain.

“No – I should.” Urie wipes his eyes.

He’s covered in blood and bruises. Matsuri sighs. “Then I’ll go with you.”

“Fine,” Urie snaps. He stalks off to their jail, from which Takeomi and Yoriko will promptly be freed only to find Iwao dead.

“I’m a hypocrite, I’m a damn hypocrite,” Urie mutters.

“Any more than being a ghoul and playing human? Being gay and playing straight? Loving your dad and playing hatred?” Matsuri gulps. “Because I’ve done all those.”

“Yes, Matsuri, we know.” Urie pauses. “Wait what? Ghoul?”

“So you know I had feelings for you?” Matsuri adjusts his glasses. “I’ll stop if you don’t want me to. But I’ll accompany you here and support you in any way I can.”

“I – ” Now is not the time for Urie to think of this.

But someone loves him.

Urie can’t process this right now. All he can say is, “You don’t have to stop.”

KuroSuzuya leaving random gifts at Ghoul Seidou’s hideout (anonymously) after finding out where he has been staying, because he knows his old bud is alone and lonely af. Then one day, he leaves a puppy as another gift and letters with terrible sh*t memes. Seidou figures out who the gifts were coming from and gets really annoyed but feels happy to have someone caring for him again, even if it was from that lil punk Juuzou.

Awwwwwwww.

Seidou’s grown accustomed to the gifts left outside his abandoned apartment. At first he feared CCG would show up, that this was a sign of the end, but no one has arrested him.

He doesn’t know if he feels relieved or disappointed.

He is, however, increasingly annoyed with the gifts. Some, like today’s Skittles, he can’t even fucking eat.

He tears open the bag to stomp the candy to bits, but to his surprise, he finds colorfully-coated of Rc cells instead.

Now thoroughly suspicious, Seidou chews on the “candy.” He pretends he’s back with Hoji, with Akira and Amon, maybe with that brat Suzuya…

Seidou spits out the candy.

Suzuya likes candy.

No, it can’t be.

The door rings again, and Seidou yanks it open. No one is around, naturally.

Only Suzuya could do this.

Seidou does, however, shriek at the puppy. Memes of doggos are encased in its collar, and Seidou almost wants to run from the creature.

He’s too evil.

“Get back here, you little shit, Juuzou,” he snaps instead.

Suzuya drops down from his roof. “Did you like the candy? And the pupper?”

“It’s name is Hoji.” Seidou clutches it to his chest. “Why the fuck do you care about me?”

“Because I used to be crazy like you, too.”

“Gee, thanks.” Seidou scowls.

“I want you to tell me how you became a ghoul.” Suzuya pauses. “If Madam had turned me into a ghoul, I would have eaten people, too. I want to know more.”

“Do you really?” Seidou laughs.

“Yes. Besides, I wouldn’t have given you a puppy if I gave up on you.” Suzuya prances into Seidou’s apartment, brandishing his own bag of Skittles.

(A semi-crossover with Hellsing) The Kaneki siblings (Kaneki, Suzuya and Rin together!!) find documents from their father and discover their ancestral roots extend outside of Japan, all the way to Romania and their many greats grandfather is none other than the Impaler, the prince of darkness, and Count himself, Vlad Tepes, aka Dracula (Alucard in Hellsing)

The Kaneki Trifecta®

“Kaneki, look at this. Suzuya, get your ass over here, too.” Rin waves them to a table in Re.

“What are those?” Suzuya’s eyes widen at so much reading.

But Kaneki is already devouring the papers. “Where’d you find these?”

“I’ve been concocting my own little investigation into Mom.” Rin sighs. “Didn’t it ever strike you as strange that one of you was kidnapped, and the other made into a half-ghoul? Like, that can’t be a coincidence.”

“And?” Suzuya nervously nibbles on the chocolate squares Kaneki hands him, one after another.

“We’re not entirely Japanese. We’re…Romanian?” Kaneki frowns.

“Like vampires?” Suzuya grins.

“No, but actually.” Rin rifles through the documents. “Vlad Tepes is our ancestor.”

“Who?”

“Dracula,” Kaneki says, surprised. He loves that book.

“Do you think there’s something special in our blood, then?” Rin asks.

“Maybe?”

“Mom’s side checks out clean.” Rin swallows. “This seems like the best red flag I’ve found.”

“But why target us now?” Suzuya asks. Chocolate is smeared across his cheeks.

“I mean, there’s no proof they didn’t target Dad as well. Maybe that’s how he died. There’s not much information on the accident, though, so this is just speculation.” Rin shrugs.

“We need to talk to Nishiki about this. If – if Vampires are real – if part-vampires can live like normal humans, why can’t part-ghouls?” Kaneki’s body surges with hope.

“Precisely.” Rin smiles at him.

Suzuya hugs them both. “Well, I love having ghouls and vampires in my family.”

Naki is too pure for this world

Naki reaches out a hand to stroke Miza, to assure her he’s okay.

His hand slips through her.

“What?!” he shrieks.

“You’re a spirit now, Naki.” Shio and Rikai appear. “We have to go now.”

“Go where?” Naki sounds frightened.

“Heaven.”

“For me?” Naki swallows. Miza is crying. How can he leave her?

“Yes.” Shio throws his arms around Naki. “We’ll be right beside you.”

“Are you – dead?” Naki is horrified. “Not you!”

“It’s okay. Yusa and Hirako are strong. Miza is strong. They’ll remember us, lie you remember your bro.” Rikai nods as tears stream down Shio and Naki’s faces.

“I’ll look after both of you until you see your Arima again,” Naki promises them. As the world around them begins to fade, he grips the children tight.

How about a Kaneki/Hide scenario while Kaneki is working at Anteiku?

“Hide, what is this?”

Kaneki stares at the enormous rose bouquet that’s about the same size as his friend.

“It’s Valentine’s day, and you deserve this. Especially since your last date didn’t go too well.” Hide winks.

Kaneki touches his eyepatch, unconsciously. “Yeah.”

Hide pokes the eyepatch. “Kakugan out?”

Kaneki gasps. “Hide!”

“Kaneki, I know.” Hide sighs. “I still want you to be my Valentine’s date.”

“You – you know – you mean -” Kaneki stammers. His eyes slide to Touka, who once threatened Hide should he find out.

But Touka’s changed, even if just slightly, over the last few months. To his surprise, he sees a faint smile on her face.

“We can close up shop.” Enji Koma shoves Kaneki out from behind the counter.

“Will you be my Valentine?” Hide beams at his friend.

“Uh – uh – help me with the flowers first! Then yes,” Kaneki blurts.

When they leave Anteiku, the entire shop is filled with Roses, and Kaneki’s heart is filled with happiness.

Can I have a scenario where Iyo finds out that Matsuri is gay and is totally cool with it?

I’m always here for more Washuu angst. ❤

“What are you reading?” Matsuri enters the bedroom he unfortunately shares with Iyo to see his dashing Captive Prince series in her hands.

“Your novels. They’re quite engrossing, actually.” Iyo smiles at him.

Matsuri’s heart races. “You went through my things!”

“Do you prefer Damen or Laurent? I see you more as the Damen Type.” Iyo closes the book.

Matsuri turns red. “Iyo.”

“Matsuri, you didn’t even touch me on our wedding night.” Iyo laughs. “I know, okay?”

“Iyo!”

“I actually appreciated it. I was raised to breed with all of you, remember?” Iyo sighs. “It made me happy you would’t force me.”

Matsuri sputters. “I mean – of course I wouldn’t.”

“Then you’re better than half your family, but you know that already.” Iyo hands him his book. This is a forceful, matter-of-fact side to her he’s never seen before. For the first time, Matsuri admires her.

“It’s okay. I’m not angry. We’re both…being forced to play sexual roles we don’t want.”

“They don’t have to be sexual,” Matsuri mutters. “They won’t be.”

“I agree,” Iyo says. “We’ll just tell them we’re having trouble conceiving as long as we can. But now the question is, what can we do to help you?”

“Nothing.” Matsuri flops dramatically across their bed. “Urie doesn’t love me.”

“Urie?” Iyo rolls her eyes. “I should have known!”

“I hate to break it to you, but even I could see he’s not interested.” Iyo sighs and runs her hands through Matsuri’s hair. “We’ll figure out something. We’ve got time.”

“Iyo?” Matsuri says as they prepare for sleep that night. “Thank you.”

“Thank you, too.” Iyo takes his hand, and he no longer feels nervous. They’re friends now.

He’s not alone. Together, they can figure this out.

Naki/Kaneki scenario with Naki being devoted to Neki like a cute little puppy

“We’re Naki and Neki,” announces Naki. “It’s practically the same.”

“I suppose,” Kaneki says slowly.

“We’re a team!” Naki slings his arm around Kaneki’s shoulders. He follows Kaneki out of the room and down the hall to the GOAT executive meeting.

When Kaneki leaves, Naki follows him to read stories to the children. He shows off his koukaku and enjoys the kids climbing all over him.

When Kaneki goes to the bathroom, he exits to find Naki standing there. “Naki, is something wrong?”

“I have something I need to tell you.” Naki’s face is pink.

Kaneki waits.

Naki looks at the concrete floor. “You know, if I’d been there, I would have stopped Big Bro for you.”

Kaneki softens. “That’s it?”

Naki nods. “I’m sorry he hurt you. You didn’t deserve it. I would have been tortured instead.”

“No!” Kaneki gasps. He clutches Naki’s hands. “Listen to me, Naki. No one deserves pain, any pain, especially not what happened to me.”

He chokes on his words; there’s still a voice inside him insisting he’s the exception, that he did deserve it.

“You know you didn’t, either.” Naki frowns.

“I’m learning.”

“Like me.” Naki smiles. “You learn emotions, I learn words, and we all become better. That’s how it works, right?”

Kaneki’s heart swells with this ghoul’s inherent goodness. Beneath the bloodshed and bodies, beneath the devour corpses and worship of a sadist, there is an innocent child preserved in Naki.

Not even he, the king, can boast the same.

“Yeah, Naki. That’s how it works.”