Tag: tokyo ghoul

……..UiHai padme and anakin au?

“Ui!” Hairu cries. “I love you! But you’re heading down a path I can’t follow!”

She’s here. She’s alive again. Ui blinks in confusion.

And then her kakugan emerges.

“Liar!” Ui screams suddenly. He raises his quinque. 

“Let her go, Ui!” Hirako rushes at him.

“You turned her into a ghoul! I know it was you!” cries Ui.

“The Sunlit Garden had already done that.” Hirako draws his quinque and gestures around the bodies of Oggai. “Look at you, King of Ethics. You’ve become the very thing you despise.”

“I’m not a ghoul!” Ui shouts back. “I’ve just brought peace to Tokyo! This is – this is all your fault!”

“Peace?” Hirako scoffs. The bodies of Shio and Rikai etch themselves in Ui’s mind. “Is this peace?”

Ui swings at Hirako. Yusa grabs Hairu and hauls her out of the way.

“I failed you! I never told you the truth!” Hirako pleads. “Ui, listen. Arima was a ghoul!”

“You lie!” Ui swings again. 

Hirako dodges, as quick as Arima, and scampers up the stairs to the tunnel. “It’s over, Ui. I have the high ground!”

“It’s never over!” Ui spits at Hirako. “Why did you leave me? Why did everyone leave me? And now you’ve brought me back a cursed ghoul dressed as Hairu?”

Ui dives for Hirako, but suddenly an enormous kagune crashes through the concrete. 

“What?!”

“Look out!” Hirako knocks Ui backward, and Yusa scrambles towards them.

Hairu uses her ukaku to knock it away. 

“H – Hairu?” Ui’s lips tremble.

“It’s really me.” She looks sad. “Ui, why?”

“Why are you a ghoul?! What’s this about Arima?”

“Let’s focus on surviving first, please.” Hirako knocks the kagune back, and Ui barely manages to save Yusa from being absorbed. 

Ui feels Hairu’s hand brush his, a little confirmation that yes, answers will come. 

Okau okay okay but Yomo and Uta having a one night stand and Itori teasing them about it the next day

Lol this is probably canon.

“Well, well, well, look what the clown dragged in.” Itori waits downstairs in HySy Art Studio as her two friends trudge down together in the same clothes they wore yesterday. 

“Don’t say anything,” Yomo threatens her.

“It was that bad? Uta!” Itori puts her hands on her hips. 

“I thought I did very well!” Uta crosses his arms. 

Yomo grunts. “You did.”

“Awwwwww.” Itori laughs. “Does Renji have a crush?”

“It’s a one-night stand, Itori. I thought you were familiar with those.” Uta pops an eye in his mouth.

“Only because I witness your latest conquests.” Itori helps herself to an eye. “Not that Ren is a conquest. If anything, you’re his.”

Uta throws an eye at her.

“No, but seriously. So when should I book a wedding venue?” Itori raises an eyebrow. “This is too good a chance to miss. Yomo can Anteiku handle the catering?”

Could you possibly do a NFSW Furuta/Rize first time? Maybe back in the garden or before Furuta tried to kill her :P

We’ll say this is an AU where she did return his affections.

“Souta, I just want to eat you up.” Rize embraces him like she did all those years ago. 

They meet up on occasion, and he treasures every moment with her. Today she’s brought him into her apartment and is showing him all the Sen Takatsuki books she owns. His heart warms to see that she kept the copy of Dear Kafka he gave her. 

“You can,” he says, playing along. “But then I’d die.”

“Not the way I want to eat you.” Rize looks at him shyly.

Furuta’s face heats. “Rize?”

“Soutaaaaaaa,” she whines.

“You really – you want to? With me?” Furuta feels like crying with happiness.

She nods eagerly. 

He allows her to push him back onto her bed. If the garden found out he’s slept with a ghoul, or that Rize slept with someone other than a purebred Washuu, they’d be killed.

It makes him want her all the more.

Rize slides her hands inside his pants and giggles like a child at what she finds. 

Souta laughs. When she removes her bra, his response is simply, “Whoa.”

He finds himself afraid to touch her.

Rize, however, is not afraid to touch him. “It’s okay, Souta.”

He traces the outline of her breasts and whimpers. 

After a couple false starts, Furuta finally finds himself inside her and finds himself crying again with happiness.

“Souta, you really are the best.” Rize bends down to kiss his lips. “You’re my best friend, you know?”

“You’re mine, too.” Furuta gasps as sensations build. “Please don’t leave me.”

“Never,” Rize promises, collapsing atop him. “As long as you stay by my side.” 

He nods and kisses her again. 

NAME THE TWINS PLEASE

“Her name is Etsuko. Because she’s a child of light.” Naki holds up their girl with a broad grin.

“Delight, not light,” Miza says. 

“And the boy?” Kaneki grabs Touka excitedly.

“Masato. For justice.” Miza smiles.

“I think they’re perfect.” Touka kisses Masato on his forehead.

Okay but Masanori getting lost in the shops then reunited with Hairu and Ui after dramatically crying and running around with his favourite toy?

Masanori adores the fluffy stuffed owl. 

It’s on the top shelf, but he is determined to reach it.

He climbs, slowly, determinedly. He will reach it. He loves owls, like Auntie Eto.

Finally he grabs the toy and topples to the ground. “Oof.”

Panic sets in. He thought he’d be able to surprise Mommy and Daddy with his ingenuity, but they’re not here.

“Mommy?” He clutches the stuffed owl. “Daddy?”

What if they’ve been hurt? 

What if they left him?

Masanori cries out and runs around the toy store. He can’t find them there, so he races out of the store as alarms blare.

“Come back, kid!” A security guard races after him.

“MOMMY! DADDY!” Masanori shrieks. “Where ARE YOU?”

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“Where’s Masanori?” Hairu cries.

“I thought you had him!” Ui looks sick. 

“I thought you did!” Hairu drops her shopping bags. 

“We can’t – he has to be – oh my God -” Ui can’t breath. He’d rather face an SSS ghoul without a quinque. 

“Calm down.” Hairu grabs the bags. “Let’s retrace our steps.”

Sirens sound from the other side of the mall.

“Fuck,” Hairu mutters.

Masanori careens through the crowd, clutching a stuffed owl and yelling their names.

Behind him are three security guards, a store manager, and a train of worried parents. 

“Masanori!” Hairu cries.

“MOMMY!” He launches himself into her arms, wailing. 

Ui turns to pacify the crowd – and pay for the toy – but Masanori drags him into the family hug. “Daddy, wait, please don’t leave me.”

HELLOOOO QUEEN may I request a scenario in which Miza is giving birth to her and naki’s twins, who are a boy and a girl (which still confuses Naki as to why there are two and why they look different and why they look wrinkly) and everyone’s reactions, please?

HELLLLLLOOOOOO NONNY-MOUSE! Your scenario is hilarious. ❤ 

“Naki, I want to kill someone,” Miza whispers through clenched teeth. She’d like to add you specifically, but Naki would be scared, and she loved him too much to confuse him.

“I can fetch you your blades,” Naki suggests. He’s been crying worse than her.

“No need.” Banjou nods. “You’re ready to push.”

“Why did you look at her?” Naki yells.

“Because I’m her nurse!”

“Naki, it’s fine.” Miza squeezes her eyes shut. Please, dear God, end this soon. 

After half an hour, Miza finally hears a high-pitched cry that isn’t Naki’s. 

“This is your boy.” Banjou weeps as he wraps the baby in a towel and offers it to Naki.

“My – our – b-b-b-boy?” Naki hyperventilates. “Miza, his has your hair!” 

Miza smiles with tears in her eyes.

“Get ready to push again.”

“Wait, why?” Naki frowns. 

“Because twins, silly.” Miza scrunches up her face and bears down again. 

“Here she is!” The girl’s scream pierces Miza’s ears. 

“Why are they wrinkly? Why do they look old? Did we do something wrong?” Naki hovers over Banjou as he hands the bundle to Miza. “Hey, the boy and girl look different.”

“One’s a boy. One’s a girl,” Miza says with a tired laugh. “And the wrinkles fade. They’ve just been pushed out of my body.”

“Which is tiny,” Naki admits innocently. “That makes them even more precious.” He looks into their eyes and knows he loves them with his heart and soul. He can’t imagine life before them, even just ten minutes ago. 

Banjou clears his throat. “Prepare to push again.”

“A third?” Naki exclaims.

“No, just part of my internal organs,” Miza says cheerfully. “It’s called a placenta.” 

Chikamaru first time ;)? Maybe with Yoshitoki being all confident about going to be a top but whoopsie he actually likes to bottom with Maru (who is so freaking smut about it.) Bonus point, the next day Furuta won’t let him live it down (we don’t know how he knows. He is furuta, he simply does.)

Oh my god I love you for more Yoshitoki asks. And yes, the machinations of Furuta are an enigma. 😉

Marude gasps slightly as Yoshitoki presses him against his bed. 

“Maru,” he murmurs.

He loves when Chika calls him that silly nickname. Is this love? Probably. Ugh, he’s going sentimental in his old age.

“Chika.” Marude stares up at his best friend. 

“We should have done this a lot sooner,” says Yoshitoki, disquiet in his eyes.

“Now’s as good a time as ever.” Marude winks and allows Yoshitoki to remove his shirt.

Yoshitoki trembles as Marude returns the favor. He feels like Chika again with Maru. He feels free and vulnerable and happy.

“Maru,” he whispers. “Would you – would you want to try being on top?”

Marude looks surprised for a moment before his eyes gleam. “I’d love that.”

When their bodies combine and Marude whispers love in his ear, Yoshitoki can only think of Maru, of the man he’s loved for years. His father, his wicked family, and his secret are far from his mind.

Marude suckles the skin on Yoshitoki’s neck, and Yoshitoki sighs with contentment. 

“Thank you,” Marude says when they’re finished. “Though I can’t believe I just got to ride the Bureau Director.”

Yoshitoki turns red, and Marude finds it adorable. “We all know my ferocity is an act.”

“I know.” Marude’s eyes turn tender. “That’s why I love you.” 

The next day, Yoshitoki finds his steps lighter. He even whistles to himself as he walks along the hallways, until he realizes someone is following him and whistling in tune.

“Furuta.” His little brother looks just like him as a kid. Yoshitoki often feels guilty for not being able to reach Furuta more.

“I see you finally enjoyed Marude’s ministrations, eh?” Furuta walks past laughing. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell your father.” 

“Souta Nimura Washuu Furuta, get back here!” 

Marude/Yoshitoki hurt comfort? Make it fluffy please ;-; maybe throw in Matsuri feeling more at ease cause woah his dad likes boys, too

Maruchika? Did someone ask for Maruchika? EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

“That’s because you’re a failure. You’d be better off as ghoul fodder.” Tsuneyoshi waves his hands in dismissal.

“Understood, sir.” Yoshitoki keeps his face blank as he leaves his father’s office. 

Marude’s eyes probe his friend. 

Once far from Tsuneyoshi, Yoshitoki slams his fist into the wall. It’s the most emotion Marude has ever seen from him.

“Let’s talk.”

“Let’s not.”

“Sir, you may be my boss, but you’re also my friend.” Marude leads Yoshitoki into his own office. He shoves a cup of coffee into Yoshitoki’s hands. “I suppose I see now why you’ve been so forgiving of my mistakes. Because your father never forgives yours.”

Yoshitoki sighs. “Truth to be told, he’s angry that I won’t put pressure on Matsuri to have a child.”

“That’s Matsuri and Iyo’s business.” Marude is perturbed. He’s never liked Tsuneyoshi – never liked how the old demon forced Chika to marry and then forced a divorce as soon as they had Matsuri – never liked his strange sway over CCG.

“I agree.” 

“Chika, you’re a good father. That’s not nothing, especially…” Marude swallows and sits beside his friend. “Well, it doesn’t seem your father treats you well.”

Yoshitoki smiles at the use of his old name, the name he misses. “Thanks, Maru.” He chuckles. “You never married, and you seem to be doing fine.”

If only the Washuus could be similar. 

“You know, when we were new officers, I dreamt of marrying you. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.” Marude shrugs.

Yoshitoki’s mouth opens. “You…”

Marude smiles, inches from Yoshitoki’s face. “What I’m saying is, your son’s not a deviant. It’s normal for some of us.”

“He’s not the only one it’s normal for,” Yoshitoki whispers. He leans over to brushe his lips against Marude. 

Marude draws him closer. “Chika – I never thought -”

“Why didn’t you ever ask?” Yoshitoki’s eyes widen. All these wasted years. For a moment, he doesn’t feel tired or pressured or failed. He feels free. He feels what his life was meant to be.

Yoshitoki leans his head on Marude’s chest and lets himself cry. 

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Matsuri had been waiting outside Marude’s office. From the look on Dad’s face, Grandfather was angry about his inaction with Iyo again. 

But he wasn’t expecting to – hear – this.

And so Matsuri hurries away, but as he does, a smile grows on his face.

He’s not alone. He’s not a freak.

He can confess to Dad if he needs. 

Maybe he and Dad can understand each other, after all. 

Loving your first time posts!~ Could we perhaps see a first-time drunk Juuzou scenario next? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Would he be a light(gets drunk off the smallest shot)/medium/heavy weight(alcohol hardly phases him)? What would be the aftermath////

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“You’re the beshtesht shquad leader ever.” Hanbee clutches Suzuya’s shoulders. The room spins around him.

Suzuya sips his Long Island. It’s sweet and tangy and he likes it.

“To Shushuya!” Keijin leaps on the bar counter.

“Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to keep your feet off the table,” says the bar owner, brushing back her peach hair.

“Okay.” Keijin falls backwards. “Trust fall!”

Suzuya barely manages to catch his second-in-command. Huh. He feels tingly all over. That seems weird. 

Miyuki giggles. “I can shee into the fifth dimentshion. I can shee the future!”

“I can see your underwear.” Mizurou waves a hand in Miyuki’s face.

“No you can’t. You’re sheeing my shoul.” Miyuki laughs. 

Suzuya waves down the bartender. “Excuse me; why is the room spinning?”

The bartender points to his Long Island. “How many of those have you had?”

“Three,” he says cheerfully.

The woman turns white.

“Bye!” Suzuya slaps money down on the table and stands. He trips immediately over Hanbee, who is rolling around on the floor. 

When the Quinx Squad is dispatched to a bar called Helter Skelter, they do not expect to find Suzuya rolling around on the floor with Hanbee.

“That’s it; I quit.” Urie tries to back out, but Shirazu holds him fast. 

As each Quinx drags a member of Suzuya squad out of the bar, they marvel at the unexpected turn of events. 

The bar owner, too, did not expect to see Haise Sasaki’s face.