myths, magic, and fandoms
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Kaneki Ken – missionary, top
Touka Kirishima – cowgirl
Nishiki Nishio – cowgirl
Tsukiyama Shuu – I don’t think there’s one position that could ever satisfy him
Chie Hori – sitting
Yomo Renji – spooning
Take Hirako – what is sex.
Ayato Kirishima – butterfly 😉
Hinami Fueguchi – sit and straddle
Irimi Kaya – doggy style
Koma Enji – 69
Banjou Kazuichi – missionary, bottom
Takizawa Seidou – doggy style
Kurona Yasuhisa – wall sex
Naki – waterfall
Miza Kusakari – up and over
This is so freaking cute, I’m answering it way early.
Touka gulps at the book in her hands. Monochrome of Rainbows.
She figures she could start with short stories and work her way up to Dear Kafka or The Black Goat’s Egg.
But why go easy on herself? That’s not the way of Kirishima Touka. Or is her name Kaneki Touka now?
Whatever. Last night Kaneki was blathering on about teaching their little sprout Takatsuki Sen’s stories, and she realized she might miss out if she doesn’t read it.
So here she is.
Touka grabs King Bileygr, the most recent novel. This one supposedly fictionalizes CCG’s history. Reading it is helpful to GOAT’s cause, right?
But after one chapter, her head is throbbing. What is the meaning of Takatsuki’s poetic language? There has to be some meaning. But she can’t get it.
Why couldn’t Kaneki love biology or something?
“What are you doing?” Kaneki frowns as he re-enters their room.
“Reading. What’s it look like?” she retorts.
“How do you like it?” he asks eagerly.
“Uh – why does she phrase her sentences like this?” Touka narrates an example. “It seems unnecessary.”
“Ah! I’m not entirely sure, but I think she puts the clauses where she does to create a sentence where there’s an inner part and an outer part, almost reflecting the prison she’s writing about on a sentence-level.” Kaneki hurries over. “What part are you at?”
“The second chapter,” Touka admits.
“That’s actually a very important chapter. The little details come back to matter much more later. Want help with the words?” Kaneki hovers over her shoulder.
“Yes.” Touka smiles up at him. For a second, she feels like everything is normal, like they’re back in Anteiku.
He just better not name their kid Bileygr.
Let me know if you want any others! These were the first I thought of. 🙂
Kaneki Ken – fetal position
Kirishima Touka – knees bent
Fueguchi Hinami – cuddling her pillow
Kirishima Ayato – whatever looks the least comfortable so he can brag about it later. He’s tried standing more than once
Tsukiyama Shuu – arms spread out
Kanae Von Rosewald – falls asleep on her knees praying for Master Shuu
Yomo Renji – on his side
Uta – arms above his head
Amon Koutarou – on his back
Akira Mado – on her back, a pillow under her knees to support her muscles
Takizawa Seidou – fetal position
Mutsuki Tooru – curled into a ball
Urie Kuki – stick-straight, on his back
Yonebayashi Saiko – on her stomach
Higemaru Touma – snow-angel pose
Aura Shinsanpei – crushed against the wall
Hsaio Ching-Li – she’s not fond of pillows
Shirazu Ginshi – on his back
Ui Koori – on his stomach
Hairu Ihei – drowning in a sea of pink pillows
Arima Kishou – knees bent
Yoshimura Eto – constantly tossing and turning, so really ALL THE POSITIONS
Suzuya Juuzou – fetal position
Mutsuki decides to share Kaneki with Touka and Tsukiyama, because he realized being violent and jealous won’t win him his sensei’s love
Hahahahahahahha, oh my.
“Sensei.” Mutsuki tugs on Kaneki’s arm. “Shuu and I have an idea.”
“It’s a great idea, if I do say so myself,” Tsukiyama adds.
Touka scowls. “Oh really?”
“We’ll share you,” Mutsuki says eagerly.
Kaneki drops his coffee. “Pardon?”
“I don’t think being jealous helps. Tsukiyama told me his story, too.” Mutsuki hesitates, still kinda hoping the fact that he didn’t want to devour Kaneki puts him slightly ahead of Tsukiyama.
“Does that mean you help us with child-raising?” Touka asks.
“Absolutely.” Tsukiyama nods.
“Sounds good to me.”
“Just please let us be part of your life,” Mutsuki says.
Kaneki’s face melts. “Mutsuki, you’ll always be part of my life. You too, Tsukiyama.”
Tsukiyama exclaims in French and grabs Kaneki in an embrace. “We’ll be like our own little family!”
“You know – you’re not actually so bad, Kaneki.” Ayato giggles and falls at Kaneki’s feet.
Touka appears behind Kaneki, her face white.
“Touka! The One-Eyed King has four eyes now.” Ayato waves.
“I didn’t realize he’d drink this much,” Miza says. Naki nods, mystified.
Hinami, the only sober one of the drinkers, taps Ayato on the head. “Here, try to stand. I’ll help.”
“Hina, you’re the fucking best. The fucking. Best.” Ayato wraps his arms around her.
“I’m glad.” Hinami forces a grin.
“Touka, aren’t you going to give me a kiss good night? You know I leave tomorrow for the underground right?” Ayato dissolves into more giggles.
“And not a minute too soon,” she says dryly, pecking him on his head.
“Hina, kiss?” Ayato smiles.
“Not a chance! To bed with you!” yells Touka.
(o.O) Thank you!
Touka administers another kiss to her S/O. “You’re really…not scared of me.”
She’s amazed when her S/O leans in for another kiss.
“Nope. I know who you are, Touka, and that’s enough for me to love you.”
Touka scowls. “Don’t make me cry, dweeb.”
“Was I almost?” Now her S/O sounds excited.
“Kinda.” Touka shrugs. She runs her hands through her S/O’s hair, because she loves their long, long hair. She sees they are wearing her tights this morning, too, and her smile grows.
“Coffee?” pleads her S/O.
“You drink more coffee than a ghoul!” Touka laughs and begins brewing her a cup. This morning, as every morning, they’ll sit and drink their coffee together before her S/O heads off to work and she stays at Re.
And in the evening, she’ll be back, and she’ll be hungry. Her S/O insists on eating together, even though Touka wanted to avoid the subject, she’s grown to treasure their dinners. Her S/O eats her yucky noodles and Touka eats her flesh and she marvels that her S/O doesn’t seem to care at all who she is or what she’s done.
Actually, that’s not true. Her S/O does care. Touka just never expected her identity to cause someone to embrace her.
“So.” Eto leans against the tunnel wall, smirking at Touka.
“What do you want, you green bitch?” Touka crosses her arms.
“Why, the Mother-to-Daughter-in-Law talk, of course.” Eto flounces closer.
“Since when are you Kaneki’s mother?!”
“I made him into what he is today. He’s practically my child, dear.” Eto reaches out to adjust Touka’s bangs. “And I want to be sure you’re dedicated to him.”
“Of course I am!” Touka is offended.
“Good.” Eto wiggles her eyebrows. “Hurt him and I’ll feed you to my kakuja. Don’t worry, I’ll also tell him if he hurts you, I’ll eat him too. I’m an equal-opportunity feeder.”
“Oh my god,” Touka mutters. “You’re not going anywhere near us or our children!”
“Ch – children?” Eto looks positively delighted. “I’m about to be a grandmother! How about that!”
She pauses. Her sole kakugan blazes. “Wait. You slept with my son?!”
“Papa, you love us, right?” Saiko smiles at the woman whose lap is currently Kaneki’s pillow, and whose feet are currently Mutsuki’s dream toy. Or so it seems, because he keeps batting at them like a cat while sleeping.
Touka sputters. “Papa?!”
“You’re gonna have a baby with Maman. That makes you Papa,” Saiko says seriously.
“Just go with it,” Urie advises.
“Do you have a name for this kid? I know plenty of historical names,” Higemaru says eagerly.
“Kaneki wants a literary name,” Touka admitted.
“What do you want?” Hsaio asks, leaning closer.
“A name they’ll like.” Touka shrugs, with a small smile. “That’s it.” Her eyes travel to the corner. “Aura, are you still sulking? Get over here.”
He tiptoes closer. “You – you really don’t hate me?”
“Nah, we’re family. My brother once tore out my kagune.” Touka smiles.
“Thanks, Papa,” he mutters.
Touka scowls.
Aura winks.
“You’re doing that on purpose,” she hisses.
“Yup.” He laughs and settles besides Higemaru.
“Papa is gonna be a good papa,” sings Saiko.
With Ken on her lap and Mutsuki by her feet, with the rest of their wacky family surrounding them, Touka feels that maybe she will be.
“She’s so cute,” Hsaio whispers to Saiko, watching the little ghoul bark out orders to the rest of Sasaki’s GOAT.
Saiko nods eagerly. She’ll gladly follow this badass lady into battle.
“Alright, Yonebayashi.” Touka puts her hands on her hips. “Let’s save your Maman.”
Higemaru giggles and blushes like a fool.
“What are you staring at? Go back up your squad,” Touka orders. But Higa can see relief in her eyes, relief that they too care about her friend Kaneki.
“What should I do?” Urie Kuki approaches.
“You stay with me and Tsukiyama. We’re gonna distract this beast while Yonebayashi uses her kagune to cut it out.” Touka and Tsukiyama activate their kagunes.
“Oh, and please do something about your green hair friend and his dramatic counterpart!” Touka adds.
“Mutsuki?” Urie’s eyes widen. “I haven’t seen him all day.”
“He’s not back?” Touka looks unsettled. Relieved, but unhappy all at once.
“Let’s focus.” Tsukiyama lifts his koukaku. “Let’s see if Quinxes are all they cracked up to be.”
“My kagune is bigger,” Urie snaps.
Touka can’t resist a laugh, even in all this despair. She sends shards of Rc cells into the dragon. I’ll rescue you yet. “Ken was right about you.”
Hsaio and Higemaru swoop in and deal the first blows to the dragon’s neck.
Saiko fashions her kagune into a claw and sinks deep, deep into the dragon’s flesh. It screams, but Touka keeps firing Rc shards, and Tsukiyama and Urie protect her from any falling debris.
“GOT HIM!” Saiko howls. She rips Kaneki Ken’s limp body from the dragon. It begins to fall, and Hsaio and Higa grab for her.
“Look out!” Touka uses her ukaku to fly for Saiko, at the same time –
no –
Aura Shinsanpei flies for her. “Get the asshole. I’ll get her!”
Touka obeys as Mutsuki scrambles up to Urie. “What happened?! Why are you working with – with her? Don’t you know she’s the reason Sensei left?”
Tsukiyama laughs as Touka and Aura touch back onto the ground, one cradling Kaneki, the other holding Saiko. “She’s not the reason at all. But she may be the reason he lives thus far.”
“Huh?” Urie frowns.
“Tsukiyama!”
Tsukiyama, of course, ignores her. “Touka and Kaneki are married.”
Mutsuki gulps and has the decency to look guilty. Aura flushes.
“HOLY FUCK!” yells Urie.
“No way!” Higemaru does a happy dance.
“That gives me hope,” says Hsaio.
“FUCK YEAH!” Saiko wraps Touka and Maman in a hug.
Touka laughs. Perhaps, so long as Mutsuki isn’t still trying to kill her, she can get used to Kaneki’s strange, strange family.
Kaneki awakens with a fluttering in his heart and a smile on his face. His eyes are swollen, as if he’s been crying. Hmm?
He looks up to see Touka smiling down at him. Her hands stroke his hair, and his head rests on her bare thighs.
“Hi,” he croaks.
“How are you?” Touka sounds nervous.
“Happy.” Kaneki rubs sleep out of his eyes. He sits up and runs his hands down Touka’s chest.
“Me too.” Touka snuggles closer.
He wraps her in his arms and breathes in her scent. He never noticed before, how she smells like coffee even when she’s not at her job. It’s like coffee’s a part of her, and he loves that.
They will have to flee their hideout soon. The 24th ward, and all the ghouls of GOAT, await. But not yet. He can afford a few more seconds in Touka’s loving arms.
Mercy and Magic 