Eto takes Arima with her, lingerie shopping!

“Kishou, pay attention.” Eto removes her hands from Arima’s eyes and slips out of the piggy-back ride.

“What are these?” Arima goggles at the…

“Bras!” Eto holds up one. “We have dominatrix black spikes, sweet princess pink, a rainbow clown…What would you like?”

“Whatever you want.” Arima’s cheeks burn.

“No. I want to know what turns you on the most.” Eto frowns. “Otherwise i’ll have to buy them all, you know. One by one, we’ll test them out until I discover your Achilles’ heel.”

“Eto, no,” Arima protests. He sees the light in her eyes.

“Hmm. That’s not a bad idea.” Eto points to a garter belt. “Would you like me to wear one? I think I want to.”

She prances to another aisle. “Kishou, what if we get matching corsets?”

“You’ll never get me into one,” he says.

“Not even if I dress up in this?” Eto holds up a green negligee so scanty Arima gasps.

You better believe he wore the corset that night. And that he had his own special closet for every unmentionable Eto purchased that day.

Someone asked for Suzuhan and it wasn’t me. Wow! I need them in my life they are so precious and I still can’t figure out why Hanbee pictured Juuzou as the bride :”) Thank you for all those cute scenarios! But now I’d like to read some angst :”

Hehe, I love angst.

“We’re murderers,” slurs Hanbee as the medics rush him to CCG’s hospital.

“I know. We hurt Haise.” Suzuya squirms. He’s accustomed to being a monster, but Hanee isn’t. Not even now.

I had to kill Haise.

“I can’t die.” Hanbee squeezes his hand. “I love you. You…took a chance on me and never gave up and I love you for that.”

Suzuya freezes. The shattering in his heart, the desire to protect, to die before him, the need to throw himself sobbing across Hanbee – is this mess called love?

“Don’t give up on yourself yet.” Suzuya watches as his friend is wheeled into surgery.

He wishes Mr. Shinohara were here. To advise him.

I love him. Suzuya trembles. He can’t wait to tell Hanbee.

Suzuya paces in the hallway. Hanbee will live. He has to.

He doesn’t even notice the kagune razing Tokyo.

When Dr. Kanou appears to tell him Hanbee is stable, Suzuya shoves past him. He rushes to Hanbee’s bedside.

In an hour, Hanbee opens his eyes.

One of them has a black cornea and a red iris.

Suzuya’s panicking inside, but he forces a smile on his face. “How are you?”

Nishiki/Kaneki scenario

“Missing Kimi?” Kaneki asks, watching Nishiki furiously draw chemical structures on his notepad.

“Always.” Nishiki doesn’t even look up.

But the king doesn’t leave. He sits beside Nishiki. “Did you ever think we’d be friends? When we first met?”

“I thought you were an annoying punk-ass.” Nishiki grins.

“And I thought you were everything I hated about ghouls,” Kaneki admits. A blush lands on his cheeks. “I was wrong.”

“So was I. You’re a beautiful punk-ass.” Nishiki cackles.

“You’re hilarious,” Kaneki says dryly.

“I am, aren’t I?” Nishiki slides his chemical notes towards Kaneki. “Want to learn?”

“Always.”

“That’s what gives me hope, you know. That you always want to learn.” Nishiki swallows.

“Really?” Kaneki’s surprised. That’s…so simple.

Nishiki nods. His fingers entwine with Kaneki’s. “You give me hope that anyone can learn.”

“I think of where we began…and I see the same for you,” Kaneki replied.

Nishiki smiles. He leans in close. Their hands tighten. “Guess we need each other after all. So long as I can still call you annoying punk-ass.”

A scene that could’ve been from Takatsuki Sen’s novel Black Goats Egg based on the snippets we have of it from the manga/calendar?

I like this prompt! Thanks for asking it. TW for abuse/serial killing/disturbing content.

“In this room, you must not love anyone.” Mother grips The Boy’s chin. “Even me.”

She shoves him in, and he’s not ready, and he’s panicking, because there’s a man with half his intestines falling out, and he feels so bad for the man. He wants to help him, but saving him would mean killing Mother.

“If I die in here, you want me to die. You want whatever happens in this room.”

I don’t really, he thinks.

But is he still in that room? Is he still seven years old? Is he still weeping as he promises himself he will never be like her?

Or is he twenty-five years old, weeping because he has done something like her after all, because violence is in his DNA? Because all his life he’s been trapped in that room?

“You can be free,” says the woman before him.

She’s not Mother.

She’s his fiancee.

He loves her.

I don’t even know what love is.

“Is love killing myself?” he whispers. If he reproduces with this woman, he could carry on Mother’s legacy. Goat after goat.

“I don’t want you dead,” she whispers.

“But I do.” If he stays alive, he’ll be alive for Mother. Because for some reason, she never killed him.

Why? He wants to run to her, rotting in her prison cell, and demand. You never killed my body, but you’ve killed everything that ever mattered to me. You killed my peace. Why didn’t you go easy on me?

“We never go easy on them,” she said, and he’s once more in the room. “Killing is the easy part, Boy.”

“Life is the scary part,” he echoes. Would he care as much about the man before him if he were a corpse? Undoubtedly no.

To choose life or death, that is the question.

“What if it’s not? What if ‘what kind of life’ is the question and death isn’t a factor yet?” A voice presses in, and he wonders if it’s true, if maybe he can escape the room.

Kaneki goes on his date with Rize like at the beginning of the series but in this scenario Rize isn’t a ghoul and the two genuinely like each other, seeing themselves in the other because of their common interests and whatnot

Awwwwww.

“I really like you.” Rize smiles. She might seem self-assured, but she’s not. She was brought up in a garden, as a human breeder for powerful ghouls, after all.

Nice men? She doesn’t trust them.

But she wants to trust this one. He seems sweet. He’s easy to talk to. And he likes Sen Takatsuki.

“I like you, too!” Kaneki cries, and he looks so innocent and joyous Rize lets herself feel joy, too.

He doesn’t even kiss her. He just lets her hug him and walks her home. She’s not expected to do anything for him. Rize nearly cries of happiness.

They meet up time and time again. Eventually, he confesses his upbringing, and Rize can piece together the rest. She holds him as he cries.

“What about you?” he asks, and that’s when she freezes.

But he sees her fear, and he holds her and reassures her. He doesn’t force her to answer.

That’s the first day she kisses him.

They don’t make love until nearly a year later. But when they do, Kaneki knows everything, and he’s angry for her, and he tells her she’s strong and beautiful and amazing. It doesn’t hurt that he bought her a signed copy of Takatsuki’s latest novel.

He cries after they finish, and Rize laughs. Her joy returns.

Every day with Kaneki is a joy.

Can you do a touken AU/scenario based on the vocaloid music “feathers across the seasons”? I really love your writing!

Aw thank you! And thank you for introducing me to the song – I’m now a proper crying mess.

“It’s so peaceful outside.” Kaneki watches the snowflakes drift to the frozen earth.

Touka pulls him closer to their crackling fire. “This evening reminds me of the day we met.”

Kaneki blushes. “I remember.”

Do you have room? A beautiful woman with ukaku wings appears before him. CCG is hunting me.

So he lets her in, and since then she’s never left his side.

They snuggle together for warmth that night, and Kaneki thinks himself the luckiest man in the world.

Touka awakens to the first signs of spring.

“The birds sound like you. So beautiful.” Kaneki murmurs, pulling her closer.

Touka kisses him. He’s radiant in the morning light.

In the heat of summer, Touka toils in the vegetable garden they planted. They can’t eat what they grow, but someone can, and Touka likes that. And growing something happy warms her heart.

A crash from behind her catches her attention. “Kaneki?”

As autumn comes, Kaneki has not improved.

“He’s aging at a frightening pace,” says their friend Nishiki.

Touka shakes her head. “Don’t worry – Kaneki. I’ll save you.”

She sells vegetable after vegetable and pounds ukaku shards into jewelry. She will find a way into CCG, to save Kaneki.

Kaneki pulls himself upright. “Touka, your hands…they’re so beautiful.”

“Would you love them if they weren’t beautiful anymore?” Touka asks. All she wants is to hear and hold his unconditional love.

“Of course.” Kaneki holds her hands in his, but he’s soon racked by a cough.

Touka comes home one day, one day when she almost has enough to bribe a CCG doctor, to see Nishiki standing at her door.

“Where’s Kaneki?”

Touka sobs by an empty gravesite. CCG had already taken the body by the time she arrived, but she’s constructed a memorial nonetheless.

“If, one day, I was no longer mistakable for a human, would you still love me?” she asks, dropping an ukaku shard into the moist earth.

“Of course I will. I will always…remember that snowy day.”

Touka turns around with a gasp to see a dragon standing behind her.

“Even now, I still love you.”

She breaks into happy tears. “And I love you.”

Can you write Saiko x Ayato hc? (Their fırst meet)

I would love to see these two meet. *slides Ishida another slice of my soul*

“Who the hell are you?” Ayato glares at the pigtail-wearing Quinx.

“I’m Saiko Yonebayashi. Maman probably mentioned us.” Saiko raises her eyebrows. “Bruh. You’re just playing dumb because you want to seem cool.”

Ayato scowls. “Touka is the Maman, not Kaneki.”

“Huh?” Saiko gasps. “You mean – Maman and Touka are having a kid?”

“They didn’t even wait for me to attend their wedding.” Ayato pouts.

“Oh my god! We’re going to be big sisters and brothers!” Saiko grabs Mutsuki, then Urie. Aura, Higemaru, Hsaio. “This is incredible!”

“How do you have so much energy?” Ayato is stunned as she twirls him around. He dodges free, only to see that she’s unleashed her kagune – and shaped it like a crib.

“How did you do that?” Ayato demands.

Saiko giggles. “It’s a secret.”

“Admit it, it’s amazing,” says the black-haired Quinx.

“Maybe.” Ayato sniffs.

Saiko tackles him in a hug. “I love ghouls. They’re so much nicer when we’re not trying to kill them.”

Kaneki has always wanted a dog, but between his abusive mother, neglectful aunt and everything concerning his Ghoul life, that childhood desire never came true. He gets the surprise of his life when his family presents him with a new Akita puppy (maybe named Hachiko, after the infamous dog). (I blame the puppy videos on YouTube and the movie Hachi, for this one 😝)

“Touka, are you okay?” Kaneki enters their apartment to see her doubled over, pressed against the door to their bedroom.

“She’s fine,” Ayato calls. Hinami clutches his shoulder and giggles.

“All set!” Touka calls.

“Oof,” Kaneki hears Yomo grunt from behind the door. It opens and out spill the Quinx, Tsukiyama, Nishiki and Kimi, Akira and Amon, and…an Akita puppy.

Kaneki’s mouth falls open as the puppy quivers with excitement. It yips and scampers closer to him.

“We’ve named it Hachiko. You don’t get a choice,” Saiko calls.

Kaneki laughs. He stretched out his hand so the puppy can sniff him. “Better our dog than our kid.”

“Don’t worry. Mutsuki and I made a list of names,” Touka assures him.

Kaneki gulps.

The puppy tackles him.

“It’s so lovable!” Kaneki cries. “I – oh my gosh, Touka, I love it!”

“Take care of it well, Kaneki,” says Akira. She grins. “Maris Stella won’t like you anymore.”

“She better like Hachiko. He’s the best,” Touka declares.

Kaneki looks up at her with tears in his eyes. When he confessed his lifelong dream a week ago, in the middle of the night, he hadn’t expected anything other than a hug.

“Now that we can live freely, I figure we might as well make the most of it,” explains Touka.

Kaneki smiles. “I love you.”

Father-son angst and comfort between Matsuri and Yoshitoki, pls and thank you, good night.

I do a happy dance with every Yoshitoki ask I receive, Nonny-Mouse…TW for discussions of assault and homophobia (because, Washuus).

“What is wrong with you?” Yoshitoki bursts out, slamming the door to his office shut.

“What?” Matsuri crosses his arms.

“I don’t understand you!” Yoshitoki waves his arms.

“I’ve noticed, Father.”

“Then help me understand!” pled Yoshitoki. “All I wanted was to know if Iyo is expecting or not. Ordinarily I wouldn’t call it my business, but your grandfather wanted to know.”

“We don’t have sex!” Matsuri yelled.

Yoshitoki pales. “I really didn’t need to know that.”

“Well, you might as well have asked for it with that question, Dad.”

“I mean – no – Is everything okay?”

“No!” Matsuri howls. “No, nothing is okay. She’s a woman, Dad.”

Yoshitoki scowls. “Women aren’t lower status than you, Matsuri.”

“No, but they’re to be raped, right?” Matsuri laughs humorlessly.

Yoshitoki’s face cracks. “You know I never hurt your mother.”

“But you let it happen to everyone else.” Matsuri shakes his head. He sinks to a chair and rests his head in his hands. “You would have let me rape Iyo. And now I’m supposed to – and I – I can’t -”

Yoshitoki’s brain whirs. If Matsuri respects women, then why – Oh.

The rumors.

He gasps. His voice trembles. “Matsuri?”

Matsuri hunches over. “Don’t say it.”

Yoshitoki stares at his son. His…very gay son. Why did he never notice? Why did he always see what he wanted?

“Sorry I’m such a disappointment,” Matsuri spits.

“You’ve never been a disappointment.” Yoshitoki puts his hand on Matsuri’s shoulder, and for one moment, father and son see each other without judgement or fear.

They exit the office without another word, and return to their daily lives.

Haise/Kaneki and Mutsuki coupling with Mutsuki being looked at by Sasaki (in manga canon when he made Mutsuki meat for dinner) ,instead of with curiousity, but with attraction in the same way Sasaki/Kaneki looked at Rize and Touka.

Mildly nsfw.

“Tooru,” Kaneki moans as he strokes Mutsuki’s bare chest.

“Kaneki,” Mutsuki murmurs as he lets Kaneki pull him atop him.

Kaneki smiles up at him. “I love it when you call me my real name.”

Mutsuki’s sure his heart has stopped. That look…the kind, amorous look he’s craved from Kaneki.

“Why are you crying?” Kaneki asks.

“Because you’re beautiful.” Mutsuki tries to wipe his cheek, but Kaneki wipes first.

“So are you, Tooru.”

Mutsuki doesn’t feel afraid of being intimate with Kaneki. He feels free. Like himself.

And Kaneki still sees his body, and calls him he, and loves him.

And calls him beautiful.

Mutsuki bends over to kiss Kaneki again.