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.”

Can I have a scenario where Iyo finds out that Matsuri is gay and is totally cool with it?

I’m always here for more Washuu angst. ❤

“What are you reading?” Matsuri enters the bedroom he unfortunately shares with Iyo to see his dashing Captive Prince series in her hands.

“Your novels. They’re quite engrossing, actually.” Iyo smiles at him.

Matsuri’s heart races. “You went through my things!”

“Do you prefer Damen or Laurent? I see you more as the Damen Type.” Iyo closes the book.

Matsuri turns red. “Iyo.”

“Matsuri, you didn’t even touch me on our wedding night.” Iyo laughs. “I know, okay?”

“Iyo!”

“I actually appreciated it. I was raised to breed with all of you, remember?” Iyo sighs. “It made me happy you would’t force me.”

Matsuri sputters. “I mean – of course I wouldn’t.”

“Then you’re better than half your family, but you know that already.” Iyo hands him his book. This is a forceful, matter-of-fact side to her he’s never seen before. For the first time, Matsuri admires her.

“It’s okay. I’m not angry. We’re both…being forced to play sexual roles we don’t want.”

“They don’t have to be sexual,” Matsuri mutters. “They won’t be.”

“I agree,” Iyo says. “We’ll just tell them we’re having trouble conceiving as long as we can. But now the question is, what can we do to help you?”

“Nothing.” Matsuri flops dramatically across their bed. “Urie doesn’t love me.”

“Urie?” Iyo rolls her eyes. “I should have known!”

“I hate to break it to you, but even I could see he’s not interested.” Iyo sighs and runs her hands through Matsuri’s hair. “We’ll figure out something. We’ve got time.”

“Iyo?” Matsuri says as they prepare for sleep that night. “Thank you.”

“Thank you, too.” Iyo takes his hand, and he no longer feels nervous. They’re friends now.

He’s not alone. Together, they can figure this out.

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.

Au where yoshitoki has a spine and supports matsuri to choose his own way and stands up to tsuneyoshi for matsuri also also for Furuta

Bless you. I love Yoshitoki.

TW for sexual assault and homophobia.

Washuu Yoshitoki paces back and forth in his office. He’s caught Matsuri writing love notes to Urie Kuki three times in the last few months.

It’s wrong. Matsuri is married to Iyo until they produce a child, and in that time he ought to be faithful to her. Yoshitoki never betrayed Matsuri’s mother – he even tried to find her last year, until Tsuneyoshi found out.

Has he taught Matsuri nothing about honor?

Yoshitoki tries not to laugh. He’s a ghoul killing ghouls, someone who bred a child and then allowed his family to take away its mother. The mere notion of honor is preposterous.

“You’re not really worried about that,” Marude says from behind him, ever the voice of reason.

Yoshitoki winces.

His son – Tsuneyoshi’s grandson – is gay.

“There’s nothing wrong with him being gay.” Marude watches Yoshitoki carefully.

“I know.” Yoshitoki breathes in deeply. “But Tsuneyoshi doesn’t.”

How can he explain their secrets to his best friend without betraying him?

Suppose he arranges for Iyo to divorce Matsuri. She’ll be happier, and so will Matsuri.He’ll have to ferret her away to freedom of sorts, lest she face Tsuneyoshi’s wrath.

How can he explain this to Marude?

“I don’t know your secrets,” Marude warns, “but I want to help you.”

Yoshitoki half-smiles. “Contact a divorce lawyer.”

“Shouldn’t you consult Matsuri first?” Marude raises his eyebrows.

“Yes, yes I should.” Yoshitoki sighs. Nothing is normal in this family. Matsuri can wait.

Tsuneyoshi, however, summons a Washuu family meeting the next day. This can’t be a coincidence. Yoshitoki swallows.

“Wonder who’ll die today?” Furuta giggles as they enter Tsuneyoshi’s quarters. His half-brother is a strange one Yoshitoki can never figure out. Souta despises V, yet he always angles himself directly in front of Tsuneyoshi, desperately angling for attention he never gets.

Arima nods at Yoshitoki, impassive as ever. He stands with Ihei Hairu, surrounded by Zero Squad children and Hsaio Ching-Li. Iyo and Matsuri stand close to the door, Yoshitoki and Furuta beside Tsuneyoshi’s desk.

Tsuneyoshi turns his dark eyes to Matsuri. “Is this woman not pleasing you, grandson?”

Matsuri chokes, and Iyo turns deathly pale.

Yoshitoki hangs his head. This is all his fault.

“Your father here was looking into a divorce lawyer,” snipes Tsuneyoshi.

Matsuri goggles at Yoshitoki. “Dad?”

“Matsuri.” Yoshitoki stares at him. “I know.”

“Don’t we all know?” Furuta jokes. His face falls when Tsuneyoshi yields no response.

Matsuri shakes. “I – I can’t -”

“What’s wrong with Iyo? I rather liked her.” Tsuneyoshi’s eyes rake over her. “Not man enough?”

“He’s man enough to know he likes men,” Yoshitoki says quietly.

“What was that?” Tsuneyoshi’s voice is deadly.

“Stop manipulating my son. You’ve taken his mother; you’re not taking his love life on top of that. And you’re not stealing Iyo’s, either.” Yoshitoki can’t believe the words running out of his lips. When was his soul replaced with Marude?

“Father, I don’t understand.” He pleads. “You can’t even respect Souta enough for attention. Why is our family mere tools to you?”

Tsuneyoshi glares daggers at Yoshitoki. “Do you want to die under a quinque?”

“It won’t be mine,” Arima says quietly.

“Souta would, right?” Tsuneyoshi smiles at Souta, and for a moment, the boy’s face brightens.

“It’d be all of us against you, old man.” Furuta sniffs.

Yoshitoki remembers the parting kiss from his wife, the plea that he raise their child well. If you have to fight for him, fight.

And he responded, I will.

He’s long hated that he never fought for her. He will damn sure fight for her son, and all the sons and daughters of the Washuus.

Yoshitoki yanks open the office door. “Let’s go, Matsuri, Iyo.”

To Tsuneyoshi’s ire, the entire family files out of his office.

“Get back here.”

“We’re done lying!” taunts Furuta. “Well, lying for you.”

He angles himself closer to Yoshitoki, with the same eager eyes he bestows on Tsuneyoshi.

Yoshitoki smiles at him, and Furuta gasps with happiness.

“Father.” Outside the mansion, Matsuri has tears in his eyes.

“I know you think you’ve disappointed me. You haven’t – I’ve been the disappointment of a father.” Yoshitoki embraces his son. “I’m sorry I ignored your pain.”

Matsuri hiccups. “I love you, Dad.”

TG Characters & their Disney Theme Songs

Kaneki: Two Worlds

Touka: God Help the Outcasts

Hide: Friend Like Me

Nishiki: A Whole New World

Kimi: Part of Your World

Hinami: Can You Feel the Love Tonight?

Ayato: I See the Light

Tsukiyama: Be Our Guest

Karren: Reflection

Amon: Kiss the Girl

Akira: How Far I’ll Go

Seidou: Hakuna Matata

Kurona: Almost There

Aogiri as a whole: Court of Miracles
Eto: Friends on the Other Side

Arima: Jack’s Lament

Matsuri: I Just Can’t Wait to Be King

Ui: I Can Go the Distance

Hairu: Once Upon a Dream

Juuzou: Out There

Urie: I Won’t Say I’m in Love

Mutsuki: Let it Go

Shirazu: A Girl Worth Fighting For

Saiko: Someday My Prince Will Come

Hsiao: I’ll Make a Man Out of You

Higemaru: Honor to Us All

Aura: Not One of Us

Furuta: Hellfire

CCG as a whole: Mob Song

Itori: Poor Unfortunate Souls

Roma: Try Everything

Donato: Be Prepared

Uta: Circle of Life

Yomo: Zero to Hero

(bought to you by the exhausted and crack brains of @trashyhumanespresso & @hamliet)

But guys what about Rize? I nominate Les Poissons.

Koori and Hairu celebrate Halloween?

“Koori!” Hairu hurries into CCG decked out in a shimmering blue ballgown. Fairy wings flutter behind her, and a tiara crowns her hair.

She’s so beautiful it hurts.

“You!” Hairu gapes at him. Ui has dressed like Prince Charming, complete with a tiara that matches hers. “How did you know?”

“I made Saiko tell me your plans for Halloween. I wanted to match.” His face is as pink as her hair.

“I didn’t think you’d like dressing like a prince.” Hairu nods slyly. “It suits you.”

“I hope,” Ui says nervously. He feels silly, but Hairu is happy and that’s what he cares about.

“Let’s get into position!”

Saiko, dressed as a witch, strides past. Police Officer Urie, Samurai Shirazu, and Cat Mutsuki follow her. “Better watch out, Inspector Bowl Cut, or I’ll hex your girlfriend.”

“Get in position!” Hairu calls.

Even Matsuri Washuu is ready – though scowling in his stormtrooper outfit, because unbeknownst to him, Yoshitoki had already planned Darth Vader.

Arima peers out of his office.

“Did you do it, Hirako?” Hell’s Angel Marude grins.

“Oh, we did,” Hairu assures him, as Shiba Hirako shoves Arima out.

Yes, his Squad managed to convince him to dress like a Roman god, complete with a toga and olive branches in his hair.

“I can’t believe you got me to agree to this,” Arima mumbles.

“You’re brilliant,” Ui whispers to Hairu. She pecks him on the cheek.

“They’re coming!” Hairu whistles, and everyone ducks back into their respective offices.

“Trick or treat!” Shio pounds at their door.

Ui opens to see Ghost Yusa, Vampire Rikai, and Zombie Shio. “Well, well, well, you’re not ghouls, so I suppose we can let you pass.”

“But just to ensure you don’t get hungry.” Hairu dumps candy into their bags.

When the kids move next door, Ui grabs Hairu and kisses her. He feels stupid, but he has to say it. “You’re my fairy princess.”

Could you do a scenario where Yoshitoki finds out Arima was the king all along and had betrayed them?

I love Yoshitoki! Thank you for the ask!

Arima walks into his office, exhausted even though he just awoke.

The Rushima Landing operation will be soon. Eto plans to escape soon. And, if everything goes correctly, Kaneki Ken will kill him.

He’s sorry for what he’s done to Kaneki. He hopes he will forgive him, someday.

And then something hurtles towards his face, and he barely dodges it.

“You bastard!” Yoshitoki can’t help but feel pleased that his visibly aging brother is weakening. He slams the door shut and takes a step closer. “Is it – is it true?”

Yoshitoki’s eyes are wide and desperate. Arima doesn’t know how he knows, but he does,

“Why do you ask what you already know?” He delivers his sternest glare. If Yoshitoki interferes with his plans, he will have to kill his brother. And Yoshitoki knows he can.

But, truthfully, he doesn’t want to. He wishes he could like his brother.

His brother is what he might have been if not for Eto. Kind and gentle, forced into a role that he took up in his eagerness to please their unappeasable father.

“What are you planning?” Yoshitoki doubles over. “You’re the king. Arima – Kishou – don’t you care about us? About Father? About Matsuri?”

“Matsuri’s better off without his role. You and I both know it.” Arima is still pissed they made his nephew marry Iyo. Neither kid deserves or needs the other.

“I have to stop you.” Yoshitoki scowls. “I don’t want to.”

“Do you?”

Yoshitoki steps closer. “You stood next to me, all those years, lying to Father. You stood as our beacon of hope, and you let us lie for you.”

“Yes.” Arima looks at the floor. “Do you want me to apologize? I can’t give it to you.”

“I want – my family. That included you, or so I thought.” Yoshitoki shakes his head, and Arima sees what Eto might have seen in him long ago.

He sees what could have been, if not for their father.

He should give up on his brother. But he persists. “I know you think you’re doing right. But do you think Matsuri is happy? Your boy likes men, Yoshitoki, and that’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Eto had once slapped him for not encouraging Yoshitoki to help the bookish Matsuri.

Well, I’m doing it now.

“H – he can’t,” pleads Yoshitoki. Father won’t allow it.

“You helped implement this. So did I. At least I will take it out.” Arima steps closer. “And you can help. If you go to Rushima now, if you let my plan fulfill itself, you can help make the world better for your son. I know you love him.”

Like he loves Kaneki.

Yoshitoki hesitates. Arima could kill him otherwise. But, maybe, all his years of good parenting weren’t enough. Maybe Matsuri and all the Washuus are caged.

He’s always known. And done nothing.

He meets Arima’s eyes, tears in his own. The two men exchange a nod, and Yoshitoki whispers, “Brother.”

Then he leaves for Rushima.