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.”

Could you do a mutsuki and Urie first time please? Love your writing!

Thank you, Nonny-Mouse! And thank you for the ask. I adore Mutsurie.

“Tooru,” Urie whispers.

“Hmm?” Mutsuki sits on Urie’s lap. He feels something bulge under him.

Urie winces. “I want make love to you.”

Mutsuki’s eyes are gentle. They tried last month, but Mutsuki panicked and froze up, and Urie felt terrible, and they’ve taken things slowly since.

“I do, too, Kuki.” Mutsuki runs his fingers through Urie’s hair.

“If you get uncomfortable again – or want to stop for any reason – we can,” Urie assures.

Mutsuki nods. He giggles as Urie sweeps him off his feet and carries him bridal-style into his bedroom.

Urie lays him down on the bed. “You can undress me if you want.”

“Okay.” Mutsuki fumbles with the buttons to Urie’s shirt. He runs a hand down Urie’s sculpted chest.

He guides Urie to his own shirt buttons. For a moment, his anxiety resurfaces, but he sees the adoration on Urie’s face and relaxes. Urie proceeds to kiss every scar. Mutsuki has tears in his eyes, because he feels loved.

Urie removes his pants, and Mutsuki finds the shyness on his face precious. They lie naked for a while, feeling each other, making sure they are comfortable.

Mutsuki rides on top, his body moving in rhythm with Urie’s. He loves the moans and gasps from his lover, the shaking of Urie’s limbs and the sweat that beads his brow.

Mutsuki collapses besides Urie, his own body sparkling from a rush he hasn’t felt before.

“I love you,” Urie whispers.

Mutsuki kisses Urie’s moles. “I love you, too.”

“Are you happy?”

“Very.”

Love your stuff! Can I get Urie accidentally confessing that he’d love to start a family with Mutsuki one day? Kuki x Tooru babies with tanned skin… aww…

“The Oggai have been such a handful,” Mutsuki murmurs as he snuggles besides Urie. “They are not adjusting to civilian life as well as I hoped.”

Guilt settles over him. He might not have indoctrinated them, but he let them run wild, and now their peers call them killers and treat them like shit, and it’s not fair.

“They’ll get there. We’ll have to demonstrate it for them, I suppose.” Urie draws Mutsuki closer to him.

“I was such a bad father to them.” He gulps.

“You were the best you knew.”

“It wasn’t enough.” Mutsuki sighs and rests his chin on Urie’s chest.

“We can make up for it.” Urie runs his fingers down Mutsuki’s back. “I’d still love to father children with you.”

Mutsuki chokes. “Kuki?”

“Uh, uh, uh – I mean – Tooru – you’re – I think together, we’d be good dads. And we’d have beautiful children.” Urie flushes. He’s always wanted his own children. He’s always wanted to never abandon them, to stay up late rocking them asleep and wake up early to play. And now he wants Tooru’s tanned-skinned babies.

“You’d want that…with me?” Mutsuki looks terrified. But also entranced.

“Yes, if you’d like to. I understand the…issues with it.”

Mutsuki pulls Urie atop him. “I think that would be beautiful.”

tokyo ghoul boys as commercials

Kaneki Ken – A trailer for the latest thriller novel from Takatsuki Sen.

Nagachika Hideyoshi – Come to Hawaii, where it’s sunny all the time!

Nishiki Nishio – The latest pharmaceutical. “If you feel like eating human flesh, talk to your doctor. Nishikimiazole may be right for you.”

Koma Enji – An infomercial on how to make the Devil Ape’s Best Coffee.

Tsukiyama Shuu – L’Oreal, because he’s worth it.

Urie Kuki – Advertising firm for career building.

Mutsuki Tooru – Mental health awareness.

Shirazu Ginshi – He and Haru star in a new ad for a research study on for Rc cell over-secretion.

Higemaru Touma – Firefighter appreciation.

Aura Shinsanpei – A trailer for the latest melodrama.

Amon Koutarou – Dunkin’ Donuts

Takizawa Seidou – Antidepressant medication.

Suzuya Juuzou – Skittles commercial.

Hanbee Abara – Social anxiety medication.

Miyuki Mikage – Science museum ad.

Keijin Nakarai – Can you hear me now? Smartphone service.

Mizurou Tamaki – The best beef steak in Tokyo!

Shinohara Yukinori – Be a mentor or child sponsorship.

Tatara – Spy thriller movie.

Naki – Rent your best white suit ever.

Yamori – Creepy ad for an undefined “research study.” Pulled after 1 air.

Ayato Kirishima – Axe Body Spray.

Yomo Renji – Visit Re Cafe!

Uta – Tattoo shop.

Arima Kishou – Glaucoma PSA.

Nimura Furuta – Maybe it’s Maybelline! Or maybe it’s ghoul regeneration!

Kuriowa Takeomi – Lumberjacking, or eyebrow styling.

Kuriowa Iwao – Sports ad.

Ui Koori – NicoDerm.

Hirako Take – Sad, abused animal PSA set to moving music.

Ihei Shio – the best ice cream in Tokyo.

Yusa Arima – martial arts studio.

Mayazumi – eyebrow styling.

Hajime Hazuki – PTSD medication.

Washuu Matsuri – A dating app.

Washuu Yoshitoki – Hiking!

Marude Itsuki – the next gun show.

Tanakamaru Mougan – Hairspray.

Classroom shenanigans with Black Reaper Kaneki as the teacher. Possible students being Touka, Takizawa, Kurona, Amon, Akira, Juuzou, and Quinx kids! (Bonus points for involving Principle Eto!)

“Juuzou, you can’t eat candy in class.” Reaperneki raps on Suuzya’s desk.

Suzuya stares up at him with horror. The lollipop remains in his mouth. “But why?”

“Because it’s disruptive.”

“Not if you do it the right way.” Saiko pops a chocolate square into her mouth. “Just be quick about it, Suzuya.”

“Yonebayashi, do you want to go to the principle’s office?”

She thinks for a moment. “Principle Eto does have a nice couch.”

“Can I go to the principle’s office?” Urie raises his hand. “I’m tired of all your faces.”

Mutsuki frowns.

“Not yours,” Urie assures him.

“Awwwwww,” Shirazu teases.

“All of you: SILENCE!” Reaperneki shouts. “Now, Amon, tell me your initial thoughts on Egg of the Black Goat.”

Amon looks up, guilt plastered over his face like the donut crumbs on his lips.

“Are you fucking kidding me,” growls Reaperneki.

“I got him the donut; it’s my fault.” Akira rolls her eyes. “You know, it’s not the food that makes us inefficient; it’s you.”

Reaperneki seethes. “Aura?”

“I was too busy visiting my sick aunt to do the reading,” he replies sweetly.

Higemaru raises his hand. “I loved it!”

“I found the wording fascinating,” Hsaio adds.

“I couldn’t be bothered to read it.” Ayato yawns.

“Feet off your desk, Kirishima.”

“Which one?” Ayato grins as Hinami gently pushes his feet back to the floor.

“Teacher, you’re kinda weak at teaching literature,” Touka comments.

“You’re weak at literature,” Reaperneki counters.

“You’re weak, period,” she shoots back.

Takizawa passes a note to Kurona.

“Really? At this point, you could just talk,” says Reaperneki.

“Can I talk about how attractive you are, Teach?” whimpers Tsukiyama.

“THAT’S IT! ALL OF YOU! I AM ESCORTING ALL OF YOUR SORRY ASSES TO THE PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE!” Reaperneki roars.

When they arrive, Eto blinks. “You got the entire class here? I’m so impressed.”

Reaperneki growls.

(Part of the dream verse) Kaneki saves his aunt from ghouls, and his family expresses their feelings towards the woman who treated him like scum for most of his life (include any one you want, though I would love if Mutsuki, Touka and Akira were among them. Enjoy yourself and express your own distaste for his aunt. Be evil if you must 😈)

“Do we have to rescue her?” grumbles Touka. “She doesn’t deserve her nephew or her grand-nephew-or-neice.”

“Touka, I can’t…I can’t be like her. I can’t abandon her. You know?” Kaneki swallows.

Touka sighs. “I know. I’m proud of you. I’m just…horrified you suffered like that.”

“All in place.” Mutsuki radios from where he and the Quinx have positioned themselves on his aunt’s roof.

“Thanks.” Kaneki clears his throat. “Akira, go for it.”

“Yes, your majesty.” Akira draws her quinque, and Amon uses his kakuja to bust down the door. “CCG!”

There’s a scream.

“Quinx, go!” Touka barks into their radio.

Urie and Hsaio use their koukakus to plunge through the roof. Aura flies forward on his ukaku to grab Kaneki’s aunt as the rest of the squad plunge Rc suppressants into the ravenous ghouls.

“No bloodshed, Maman.” Saiko clicks the radio.

When Kaneki approaches his blubbering aunt, he hears the familiar sound of her rage.

“Don’t touch me, you scum!”

“We just saved your life,” Higemaru says.

“I don’t like you,” adds Urie.

Mutsuki claps his hans to his cheeks. “Why were you so mean to your nephew?!”

“Nephew? Those – those beasts – they blamed him for this,” seethes his aunt. “Where is he?”

“He’s here,” Touka announces, slipping her hand in Kaneki’s. “Hi, I’m his wife.”

His aunt scowls at her belly. “I should have expected that of him.”

“Why are you so mean?” Mutsuki cries.

“Don’t you know all he needed was a mother? And you denied him that.” Akira’s eyes flash. Amon holds her back.

Kaneki swallows. “I don’t forgive you. Not yet.”

“I don’t want your forgiveness!” cries his aunt.

“I just don’t hate you enough to want you to die. I suppose we’ll both have to live with that.” Kaneki continues on, as if he hasn’t heard her.

“We’ll take care of the ghouls. Go reunite with the family you haven’t abused,” Mutsuki says coldly.

Kaneki feels a chill settle over him as Akira, Amon, the Quinx, and Touka surround him. “I have a family, Aunt. I’m sorry you can’t be part of it.”

Urie rescues Mutsuki from Torso.

TW for abuse and sexual assault, because Torso.

“Lay another hand on him and I’ll kill you.”

Mutsuki jerks awake to see Urie Kuki hauling Torso out of their bed, dangling him by the throat.

“Mucchy!” Yonebayashi Saiko pulls Mutsuki away. Higemaru Touma hands Mutsuki a jacket, and Aura Shinsanpei has shoes ready.

Hsaio Ching-Li leaps forward, her koukaku emerging and sending Torso’s head rolling onto the ground below.

Urie tosses his body away, and whirls around. “Mutsuki!”

“No, stop!” Mutsuki falls back from his family. He tumbles t the strong and scampers against the wall, hugging his knees to his chest. “Stay away! I’m – I’m disgusting.”

“Mutsuki, you’re not disgusting. That is,” Urie says, pointing towards Torso’s corpse, “but not you.”

“Mutsuki.” Saiko’s voice shakes. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“It is,” insists Mutsuki. “I’m just like him. I used ghouls as a lie! I killed my family! I killed the cat at the academy – that was me! I’m just like him.”

He shrieks and wishes he were strong enough to use his bikaku to kill himself.

But Urie’s arms are already around him. “Mutsuki, there’s nothing you can do that will scare me off.”

“Huh?”

“I love you. You’re my family, and – and Mutsuki, you’re so special to me.” Urie trembles. “I am so sorry I couldn’t protect you here. I would rather it have been me.”

“No – you’re good,” cries Mutsuki. Shame clouds his eyes.

“So are you. We all know that.” Urie strokes Mutsuki’s hair. “Mutsuki, it’s okay. It’s really okay. Your past hurts, but it’s not your fault. You were just a kid.” He points to Torso. “That one wasn’t a kid anymore.”

“You’ve never been a monster,” Saiko adds.

“We’re going to help you, because we’ll never give up on you. And Saiko’s right – everything and anything he did to you is not your fault. Never, ever.” Urie’s eyes glitter as he embraces Mutsuki.

A man is hugging him. A man who isn’t preying.

Mutsuki begins to sob – with relief.

(Part 2 to the dream request Bonds deepen when the nightmares return and this time, they witness Kaneki’s torture by Jason and all that it entailed, ending with Kaneki’s utter destruction and first act of Ghoul cannibalism. Since Ayato was so bitter about it, he gets to join the suffering this time.

Ayato thanks you. 😉

Touka screeches herself awake.

“What’s wrong?” Kaneki shakes her.

Oh, right. He sees Hinami and Ayato curled up at their feet. Shuu is on the floor, oddly cuddled with Aura and Higemaru. Hsaio and Saiko lie half under the bed, and Mutsuki lays his head on Urie’s chest.

Please tell me they didn’t find out more.

“He put centipedes – centipedes in your ear!” Touka claps her hands over her ears.

Ayato lets out a shrill scream, and Hinami bolts upright. Soon everyone is yelling.

“Kill me instead!” Saiko wails.

“I can’t choose!” Mutsuki shrieks.

“Nine-hundred ninety three,” sobs Hsaio. “It’s nine-hundred nintey three.”

“Is it all right if I eat you?” Ayato pins Hinami beneath him, only to gasp into consciousness. “Hina, I’m sorry!”

“It’s all right.” She scrambles towards Kaneki. “Big brother.”

“I hate bugs.” Aura trembles.

“I like them, but not in me.” Higemaru shudders.

“It’s terrible,” Urie mumbles.

“Hey, Ayato had the dream,” Touka points at him.

“I…it was a nightmare.” Ayato swallows. “I let that happen to you, Kaneki.”

“I know. I forgive you.”

“I should have done something.” Ayato clenches his fist.

“It’s okay, really.” Kaneki gulps. “I’m so sorry I upset you all.”

“Sorry?” Saiko asks incredulously.

“Kaneki, ma chere, we’re sorry,” says Tsukiyama. “You have suffered terribly. And we all – we don’t think it’s a burden to know. We don’t think it’s a weakness of yours. We love you and call you friend.”

“We want to know,” Mutsuki says, reaching for Kaneki’s hand.

“It’s what families do, right?” Saiko holds up a high five to Touka. “About time you prepared for that, anyhow.”

Kaneki laughs.

“Tell us the rest, if you’re ready,” Mutsuki says.

“We’ll listen. We’re all here.” Touka smiles and rubs Kaneki’s shoulders.

“I don’t even know where to begin.” Kaneki surveys their beautiful faces.

“How about the beginning,” Aura mutters, and everyone laughs.

Thank you for so many scenarios. You rock. For Chapter 144, Touka, Saiko, Urie, Scarecrow!Hide and Akira somehow end up in the Kaneki conference and remind them that they aren’t alone in this and to rely on others more. (Maybe end with a “Let’s go home”, from Hide 😭)

Thank you for sending them in! You rock too. =) Also, I included Mutsuki because he’s another part of Kaneki’s ‘family.’

“I want to see Touka-chan again,” Shironeki mumbles.

“She’s here.” Shironeki looks up to see Touka’s hands clasping his face. She leans over him, eyes smoldering.

“Maman!” Saiko dashes in to throw her arms around Haise.

Mutsuki and Urie tiptoe in behind her. Mutsuki waves timidly at the kids, and Urie nods at the Reaperneki. “’Sup.”

“Hey, it’s okay, you know.” Akira enters and approaches 240. She kneels besides him and wraps her arms around him. “Shh, shh. It’s okay.”

“Why are you all here?” Kuroneki blinks.

“Because they love you,” says a garbled voice. Scarecrow enters.

“Who are you, brat?” Reaperneki crosses his arms.

He holds up a sign. I’m Hideyoshi Nagachika.

Kuroneki gasps, and Scarecrow crosses over to him. I was never gone.

“What happened – I mean – why – you’re not really here.” Shironeki’s tears flow. Mutsuki would never be in the same room as Touka-chan.

“We are, in a sense. We’re all a part of you, too, right?” Touka smiles.

“Try to confide in us a bit more,” Saiko says.

“We do love you,” Mutsuki says. “Even Urie. Even me.”

“Where did I go wrong?”

Akira stands. “You didn’t trust us. But we trusted you. We’re a part of you. Let us help you, Ken.”

“Can you bite?” Mutsuki asks. “Just one bite of the Oggai should heal you.”

“He’s a kid!” gasps Kuroneki. “And a human!”

Touka scowls. “Oh, because humanity totally matters.”

“Ghouls aren’t evil.” Akira says. “Despite what I taught you. I’m sorry I failed as your mother, Ken.”

The kids begin to sob. “You didn’t fail us, Akira-san.”

“Take a bite. He’ll heal and so will you. And you’ll save GOAT,” says Urie.

“We’ll be with you,” Saiko adds.

Hide holds up another sign. Let’s go home.

Home isn’t a place. Home is where these messy, crazy people are. Reaperneki wipes his eyes, and Haise smirks at him. “Crying?”

“Let’s go home.” Kuroneki stands, and one by one, all the Nekis follow. Haise guides 240.

Let’s go home.

Shirazu (and not Mutsuki) is the one Urie thinks about on Rushima Island, and how he wishes he were still there fighting with him and knew if he were still alive he’d have a better chance of helping Mutsuki against kakuja!Amon. His thoughts of Shirazu give Urie the strength he needs to continue on

This scenario is loosely inspired from the Trost arc of Attack on Titan.

Whenever Urie feels close to collapse, Shirazu comes to him.

He can see him encouraging Aura to swing that way, right now. He would assure Higemaru he’s going great. He’d be speechless at Hsaio’s skill, and then he’d return to trading snark with Saiko.

He wouldn’t have let Mutsuki vanish.

Why did you go? As he spits out blood, Urie knows it’s not rational to hate Shirazu, but right now he does.

It’s not me. It’s yourself you hate. Shirazu laughs.

Why? Why am I always losing you? Over and over and over?

For a moment, Urie feels he will split in two if he uses his koukaku. He’s weak. He’s tired. He’s lonely.

But then he sees an enormous kakuja heading for Mustuki, and suddenly Urie is alive again. His koukaku is nearly weightless.

It’s as if Shirazu is swinging with him.

We have to live on, Urie thinks as his heart rate settles, because if we don’t, we won’t be able to remember you.

In his head, Shirazu takes his hand.