Fururize birthday celebration with their kids. break my heart.

Oh, you’ve hit me in the feels after this chapter.

– “Daddy!” Their small daughter, with her hair just like Auntie Hairu’s, probably awakens Fruit and Rize at 4 am.

– This prompts Fururize bickering over which parent she gets her rambunctiousness from.

– Furuta baked the cake. Rize did not trust herself to not eat the Rc-cake as quickly as she made it.

– The child, as overly emotional as her parents, shrieks with happiness when she sees her present (a toy sword). This prompts tears in Furuta’s eyes because their daughter has the childhood he wanted, and he’s touched that he’s able to provide it.

– Rize watches Furuta and their daughter mock-fight for a while before using her kagune to defeat them both. This prompts a tickle war, which is only interrupted with their infant boy awakening.

– Rize feeds him to calm him down, and Furuta probably can’t resist a quip about how their son gets his hunger from Rize.

– As they bicker again, their daughter, as mischievous as Fruit and hungry as Rize, enters the kitchen and eats 100% of her cake.

– They spend the afternoon caring for her stomachache and laughing.

Can I get a scenario involving Yamori and a fem s/o sfw or nsfw which ever you’re more comfortable with. Either is fine I just love my trash husbando and I need more to quench my ridiculous thirst.

Ooh I don’t think I’ve ever had a Yamori ask. Thank you!

“Where were you?” demands that fluid voice Yamori’s fought to hold onto. The voice that whispered kindness in his ears when he was at the mercy of that merciless guard.

“Out.” Yamori feels a tightness in his chest that only she can summon.

He feels her eyes on the bloodstains, sees the despairing twist of her mouth. “Where were you?”

“At Aogiri.” He lets their imagination fill in the rest.

“Ah.” She turns around and walks away, into their room. Yamori wants to follow, but first, he should shower. She won’t like blood over them.

“Hey,” he says when he enters their room at last.

Her shoulders quake.

“Are you crying?”

“No.” She wipes her eyes, laughing a little at her obvious lie. “I just…you’re so different since jail. I want to save you from what happened in the past and what you’re doing now. And I can’t. And I feel helpless.”

“You can’t save me,” he says huskily, rubbing her shoulders, just like they used to do. But anxiety gets the better of him, and he has to stop to crack his knuckles.

“Aren’t your fingers sore?” She grabs his hands with her velvet ones, tattooed with that centipede that snakes up her arm, and rubs his fingers. He’s not sure if he loves or hates her gentleness.

At least that hasn’t changed.

Neither has this.

He bites at her neck, and she responds in kind. For a moment, as they dig off each other’s clothing, they will pain and pleasure each other, because it’s the one thing they have left after the hell that was Cochlea. And they’ll cling to it like they haven’t already lost each other.

Okay the moment has arrived. Mizuki asks her parents the dreaded question…Where do babies come from?

Based on @koyuki-tan‘s “Peace Sign.”

“Um.” Michiko blushes. She is not prepared for this question.

“Uh.” Mizurou struggles to hide a laugh. “Why don’t you ask Uncle Hanbee.”

“Oh…okay.” Mizuki totters away to the living room.

“Three…two…one…” Mizurou narrates.

They hear a scream.

Mizuki stomps back. “Mom, Dad, Uncle Hanbee said to ask you.”

Suzuya pokes his head into the room. “What’s going on?”

“Where do babies come from? Why can’t I know?” Mizuki complains.

“Oh hell no!” Keijin scurries past.

“Aliens,” Mikage says seriously before following Keijin.

“Squad Leader, stay,” Mizurou begs.

“This is your turn to shine, Mizurou,” Suzuya says with a grin.

When it’s just the three of them, Michiko sighs. “Let’s sit down, Mizuki.”

Okay, so, in the tradition of my weird TG dreams — Ui showing up to the office one day in a ladies’/skirt suit, to compliment Hairu’s “masculine” attire, maybe~? Feel free to decline, of course; I know most people can only handle so much of my stupidity ^^;;

NOT STUPID AT ALL.

“Ui, what are you wearing?” Furuta Nimura doubles over with laughter.

Sasaki Haise blinks in surprise at Ui’s skirt suit, which is pinstriped and fits him quite well. It’s a mystery to everyone until Ihei Hairu strolls in, in a matching pinstriped vest, her typical tomboy attire.

“We have matching outfits,” Hairu says after a moment. Her eyes shine with delight. This means Ui cares about her! Like, no one cares about her, but right now, Ui does!

“Surprise,” Ui squeaks, his face flushed.

“Awwwww!” Hairu rushes forward to grab him. She holds up her phone. “We have to take a selfie for Arima!”

“The fuck,” Urie mutters, just as Saiko yells, “We should do this, Maman!”

“We should show everyone.” Hairu kisses Ui’s cheek, and he’s suddenly certain that his discomfort is worth it.

In reference to a dream I had when I finally got some sleep… maybe Aura coming out to Kiyoko like the terrified smol he is, and finding out he doesn’t need to be afraid? Reassures him that she’ll love him regardless, and then maybe telling him that she’s gay, too, so he knows that she really means it?? Bonus points if she threatens to punch his parents if they have anything other than kind words for him~!

I like this.

“Hi Aunt.” Aura bows his head. He knows Higemaru and Hsaio are listening outside, and Urie just gave him a pep talk. But still. He wants to run away from this conversation.

“What’s wrong, San-chan?” Kiyoko leans forward.

“I’m gay?” Aura cringes, and pulls away, as if expecting her to hurt him.

“Oh, San-chan.” Kiyoko frowns. “There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“Really?” Aura gulps.

“Yes. I love you regardless of whatever you are or do.” Kiyoko brushes his bangs out of his eyes. “I’m gay, too.”

Aura’s mouth falls open. “You’re kidding.”

“I’m not.” She laughs.

Aura laughs, too, with relief. She really, really doesn’t view him as aberrant?

“Do your parents know?” Kiyoko sips her tea.

“No.”

“Well.” Kiyoko pauses. “I’ll have to punch them if they’re unkind.”

Aura chuckles nervously.

“Do you want me to be there?” Kiyoko smiles understandingly.

Aura nods silently, and his aunt pulls him closer to envelope him in a hug. “You are very loved, San-chan.”

Can I have a scenario of Kurona seeking Takizawa after her confrontation with Kanou at his mother’s grave? :)

One Takirona scenario coming right up.

“Takizawa! You okay?” Kurona is relieved to see him holed up in the abandoned warehouse she left him in. Hakatori is out, probably scavenging for food.

“Other than the city being taken over by a kagune?” Takizawa shrugs. “Yeah. I’m fine.”

He scowls. Kurona’s eyes are bloodshot. “The fuck happened to you? Did you find him? ”

“K – Kanou.” Kurona doesn’t know whether to dissolve into tears or scream. She settles for punching a hole in the wall. “He took his own life.”

“In front of you?” Takizawa is glad that motherfucker is dead. But – but Kurona didn’t deserve this.

She nods, kneeling onto he ground. “He wasn’t even sorry. He just wanted to go out once he’d fulfilled his desires. Apparently this whole mess – this dragon – is that.”

Kurona gasps through her tears. “He didn’t care. He never cared about me.”

“I know, but that still hurts, right?” Takizawa recalls his feelings when Houji tried to kill him. The only parent he had left, the one he’d given everything for, just to grasp his approval once more, and his parent hadn’t wanted anything to do with him.

Kurona grabs Takizawa. “He was my last link to Shiro. He ruined our lives, and he never cared. It’s too – his death was too good for him.”

“It was,” Seidou agrees darkly. “I would have gladly forced him to stay alive and suffer for what he did to us fucked half-breeds. If for one second, he could feel the agony.” He pauses. “But I feel it, Kurona.”

“I know you do.” Kurona hiccups. “That’s why you’re my closest friend now.”

“I’m not gonna abandon you, either.” Seidou smirks.

“Nor I you.” Kurona leans her head on Seidou’s breast, just over his beating heart. “You’re all I have left.”

Can i get scenario where furuta and his gf have a really bad fight so his gf tries to make him jealous by flirting with other ccg workers? And then they get home and.. you know :D sorry if this is too long or confusing! I love ur writing 💕

Thank you, Nonny-Mouse!

Furuta is at first stunned to see his s/o smiling their special smile, the one where only half their lip moves and their eyelids lower to show off their long lashes, at Itou Kuramoto.

He thought it was reserved for him. In fact, he’s pretty sure they told him that.

And now they’re turning to Urie Kuki – whom everyone with half a brain knows is only interested in his fellow Quinx – and this is just too much.

He’s of half a mind to grab Urie and shake him, but that probably won’t go well for him.

Oh! And now Aura Shinsanpei? He’s not even attractive.

Furuta grinds his teeth, grabs his jacket, and storms home. Alone.

When his gf enters the apartment two hours later, she winces to see Furuta sitting on their bed, rubber duck in hand.

Holding the duck is never a good sign for Furuta.

“So…how many did you flirt with?” he demands. “Did you sleep with any? Kiss? Hold hands like you’re in high school?”

“Does it matter?” They scoff. “You don’t own me. Unless you want to drop steel beams on me too?”

“I apologized for that!” His face twists.

“You still did it, Souta!” They growl. “Not to mention the shit with Ami.”

Furuta buries his face in his hands. “This is why I didn’t tell you.”

“I would have rather you told me.” They cross their arms. “Honestly.”

“But then you’d hate me,” Furuta whines. He shrinks back – they’re the only one who has this effect on him. “Just like you do now.”

They start. “I don’t hate you.”

“Really?”

“I’m mad because it hurts that the man I love did that. So I hurt you too.” They nibble their lip and approach the bed, sitting down beside him. They rest their hand on his thigh. “Maybe that was a bad idea.”

Furuta’s face is now shinier than the sun. “You still love me?”

“Yes.”

“Mmmm.” Furuta’s hands are now roaming their body, inside their shirt, in between their legs. “Why don’t you show me?”

“I’d love to.”

He pauses when he’s got his gf pressed beneath him. “I can do this much better than Aura.”

“Way to kill the mood, Souta!”

MY AYAHINA ASS WAS REALLY HAPPY WITH THAT ONE SCENE may I please have some Ayato missing Hinami while she’s in cochlea?

The shipping game was strong this episode. Pierrot might bungle everything else but at LEAST they got the ships right!

Miza and Naki tiptoe to Ayato’s room.

“Ayato?” Miza calls out tentatively.

He doesn’t respond, as she expected. Naki knocks open the door anyways.

He looks up with a start. His eyes are bloodshot.

“They’re going to use her and then kill her, like she’s an object,” he growls.

“It sucks,” Miza says.

“If you ever need to rescue her, we’ll help,” Naki says. “Whether the bosses approve or not.”

Miza shoots him a glare. “Naki, calm down.”

“Do I have to lose everyone?” Ayato asks. “Everyone. My mom. My dad. Touka disapproves of me. Hinami is good as dead.”

He shivers involuntarily at the words. “I’d turn myself in if I could free her.”

Tears return to his eyes, and he brushes them away with anger. Two tickets to the latest superhero movie fall out of his pocket. He swears and holds his head in his hands, staring, staring, staring at those tickets for a future that isn’t his.

“We never even got to have our first date.”

Soooooo I judt thought of a hsaiko au that weirdly works. Like okay Gamora/Peter but it’s hsaiko. Saiko is Peter, funny occasional wisecrack, and Hsiao is Gamora, badass sexy assassin part of a terrifying, horrific family. Redo the “kill me” scene?

Why would you hurt me like this? What have I done to you?

I love it.

“Saiko!” Hsaio stiffens against the agent of V who holds her captive, a quinque to her throat.

“Hey, let her go, bastard.” Aura’s eyes flash, but Urie stops him from rushing to his death.

“Hsaio?” Saiko ducks away from Mutsuki and Higemaru to fly at the agent. “Don’t take her! Take me instead!”

“Ah, but she’s family, or did you not know?” purrs the agent.

Saiko stomps her foot. “Oh course I knew. I don’t care. We’re all part ghoul now, aren’t we?”

“Well, that’s nice,” says the agent. “With every step you take, I’m going to dig this quinque further into her neck.”

“Stop,” Saiko begs.

“Saiko,” Hsaio manages. “You promised.”

Don’t let V take me again.

“I promised to protect you,” Saiko protests.

“And something else! Kill me!” Hsaio cries.

“You give her too much credit, Washuu,” the agent says, tightening his grip on Hsaio. “She doesn’t have it in her.”

Saiko’s kagune sneaks forward.

“Do it. I love you,” Hsaio says, tears streaming down her face. This is it. When she dies. “It’s really okay.”

“I love you too.” Saiko closes her eyes. Her heart is being shredded here. Love, love so unselfish she will kill her lover? What is this monster? “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t!” Mutsuki cries, but Saiko has already sent her kagune towards Hsaio’s head.

The quinque stops her, knocking her back.

“Bye!” The V agent waves before he and Hsaio are whisked away. All Saiko can do is lie before her fellow Quinxes, gasping, both relieved and heartsick at once.

Tumblr Auto-Unfollowed me, was wondering where you’d been before realizing I wasn’t following anymore. Strange. I love your writing so much! If it’s not too much trouble, could you write a scene where Seidou’s S/O with him from before the end of TG and has missed him finally finds him now and he doesn’t want them to because he thinks they deserve better?

Silly Tumblr!

“Seidou!”

The familiar name, in that familiar tone, sends shivers down Seidou’s back. “[Name].”

“Yeah, it’s me.” He looks up to see his best friend, the lover he hasn’t seen in years, standing there, hands on their hips, desperation on their beautiful face. They shouldn’t be here. They should be with CCG.

“Why are you here?” he screams suddenly.

“You’re alive.” They blink back tears. Their voice wobbles. “You’re really alive.”

“Does that upset you? You’d rather I died?” Seidou giggles.

“I’d rather spend another second – even if it’s just that – with you, ghoul or man or half or whatever you are,” they declare.

“I’m not me. I’m a monster.” Seidou looks at the ground.

“Then how are you ashamed? If you’re a monster, you can’t help it, right? And if you can, you’re ashamed, so you’re not a monster,” they say, stepping closer.

“Stop.” Seidou nibbles his lower lip.

“For you? Never.” They step forward, and before he can protest, grab his face in their hands. Their palms are soft as ever.

“I could kill you,” he tries to sneer.

“You and I both know you won’t.” They look him directly in his eyes, and in theirs, Seidou feels the sparks of hope. “You’ve got good friends, ghouls and humans and in-betweens, and we’re not giving up on you. Let’s move forward together. Just give me one more day with you – please.”

Seidou draws in a raggedy breath. He never could say no to them, could he? Be he human or ghoul. “Okay.”