#I LIKE THE BIT OF BLOOD THAT COMES OUT WHERE HIS KAGUNE IS

[shewhoeatssand]

Kaneki looks super super cool and impressive here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[blueparadis]

❝ REFLECTIONS ❞ + ( kishou arima, kaneki ken, uta, ayato kirishima, juuzou suzuya, amon koutarou )

+. CWs —» gn!reader, $mut,oral acts, s&d dynamics, bd$m elements, $ex toys, overstimulation, orgasm control ; specific details for respective characters utc!

+. PRECIS —» n$fw headcanons “ he hit it so hard that I saw my reflections in his eyes ”

+. NOTES —» i renovated my blog, used tokyo ghoul mangacaps and this was the result :> reblogs are appreciated; find more of my works here ( tag index ).

KISHOU ARIMA [ fingering + praise k!nk ]

KISHOU likes to finger you a lot. The moment you sit on his lip his hands keep slipping inside your underwear even if you are repeatedly shoving them away. Whether your back is pressed against his chest or you are sitting on one of his thighs or you are sprawled out on bed with your legs spread apart, he is swift enough to thin out your control with sloppy and messy kisses, until he hears you, moaning, “please touch me more.” And the moment he sees the lovesick glossy look in your eyes through his glasses he gives you exactly what you want. Having his fingers rashly moving in and out while he occasionally shuts you up with kisses leaving you breathless is one of his favorite things to do when you are alone with him. You could see his cock grow hard yet you are so needy, so eager to chase your high that you forget, he can stop anytime. And he does. He does it with so much precision that your toes curl, and palms form into fists but you never beg since you are painfully aware of how beautifully insatiable he looks while licking his fingers that are soaked with your arousal before he finger-fucks you again and again till you cum on his hands, staining his pants and sheets. “You did better than the last time, babe. good job.”, he is not easily impressed but when he is he does not hesitate to show you.

KANEKI KEN [ blood play ( blood k!nk ) + scent marking]

KANEKI is a great fan of back-shots, of all the positions he prefers you to be on all fours while his cock is sheathed inside you. He thrusts his hips slow yet strong picks up his pace and then drops it because you have the prettiest moans or so he claims. He considers you, a lot actually and that is why he never leaves marks where on your body that people can see otherwise he loves to see his hard work all over you when he is in the bath with you or ready to hit the shower; rather he uses his kagune. Having such a unique kagune sometimes comes in handy. His toned muscular arms wrap around your collar bones as his teeth dig into the nook of your shoulders as he hits your g-spot with deep calculated thrusts, your eyes rolling white chasing the high while he empties his balls in you. And when he is done he does not pull out, instead, he waits, he waits for you to catch your breath while he places soft kisses on your back till you tilt your head to kiss him, his blood-smeared lips so as to have a tasted what he is so addicted to.

UTA [ thigh riding + use of vibrator ]

UTA likes it when he can see you while you moan. Your facial contours when you are just about to cum and all because of his hard work. W Hence, he prefers sex toys, sometimes, when he has to leave for work yet all he wants to do is to see you beg and cry for a release. Sometimes it backfires, sometimes it does not. Whether you are fingering yourself or thigh-riding him he wants to see your pretty face. Having your hands on his shoulder as you glide against his thighs makes his head all dizzy. At first, slow and steady but he can be a bit restless. So, he holds a Hitachi wand at the core of your groin to make you lose your sanity just like him. He has perfected this so much that he does not mind touching himself while you ride his thighs, completely giving in to your lustful urges. “Finally I've your eyes on me.”, he blurts followed by a cheeky grin as you manage to lock eyes with him while cumming on his thighs. “so proud of you baby”, he adds as your sweaty body slumps over his and his hands rubbing your back to soothe your breathing.

AYATO KIRISHIMA [ cockwarming +branding ]

AYATO loves it when you take the lead and hates it when you avert his advances. On some days, when he is tired , tired enough to fuck you he lets you blow him just because he likes when you are so drunk on his cock, sucking him with so much groaning and gagging that tears start to stream down your face. But if he was in charge he would rather have you cockwarm him. Just cockwarming, no fucking only sitting on his lap with his cock inside you as his back grazes yours. He likes to play with your nipples while something is the tv is on, sucking and licking a trail up your neck and deliberately refuses to put his teeth to use. And just that, no movements just having you still while he tests the limits of your patience. But it is different when you are facing him, he rubs and massages your ass cheeks so soothe the ache in your numbing muscles but can not really say no when you touch your body all over glistening with sweat, making small movements so that you do not end up bobbing on his cock in an animalistic way. “Oh!c’mon, do something more, something to impress me.”,he says as you plead to him,ask for his permission to fuck him but he clearly loses his calm when you jock down to suckle on his nipple when he demands more show.

JUUZOU SUZUYA [ hand bondage + nipple play ]

SUZUYA prepares you all full and well before having the pleasure of fucking you. He eats you until you cum at least three to four times on his tongue so that he can push his cock easily without having to hurt you, with having you pleading for his cock. He ties your hands so that he can eat you without any interruption, without you distracting him with soft strokes through his hair only relishing the feeling of your soft inner thighs that fold in and out everytime he lays flat his tongue and laps over your juices. And when he is done, his lips and chin soaked with your slick he towers above you, his cock hard and strong laying over your flat belly as he takes your tied-hands to place over his nape. With that closeness, with that intimacy and his cock buried inside you he cums within a few minutes and all into you, filling his insatiable hunger and you to the brim.

AMON KOUTAROU [ 69 + impact play ]

Amon eats you as you eat him, no other way. That is how he prepares you. It is the fastest way or so he claims. He does not like to waste time but whenever he is eating you out he just cannot help but land some slaps on your ass. His slaps are hard and strong, as he expected, yet they are very unpredictable. You never know when he is gonna slap you next, his grip on you grows stronger when laps all of your cum and asks you if he can cum in his mouth beforehand, might you do otherwise he keeps slapping your ass and denying your orgasm until you apologize. He is not asking for much, is he now? Just that you cum only in his mouth and only when he asks you to. You are free to have fun with his fat cock while he specifically demands his share of pleasure. “why I must discipline you every time?”, he remarks before placing a kiss on your ass. He gets a little soft when you are not being a brat and obeys his commands like a good practical subordinate should.

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@tokyometronetwork

[lurkerwithcomputer]

WIP... Friday, Apparently

Here's a teaser for something originally meant for Halloween, the kinda gruesome one where Takizawa Michie survives, albeit not unharmed.

Her harsh breathing echoes strangely off the walls. Her heart pounds in her chest, in her temples. Her head rings, her vision is... clearer now than it was a short while ago. Her head still hurts despite the field dressing Mutsuki applied. She doesn't have it in herself to wipe away the blood that splattered all over her when Mutsuki tore Torso apart, a gruesome frenzy of knives and kagune. The memories of that are strange in her mind's eye, glazed over yet unnaturally clear.

The caves they're wandering through are dark, with unsteady sand under her boots, although Mutsuki seems to have no trouble with the dark. Mutsuki leads her by the hand - both of theirs still sticky with blood. A bundle of wet, dark red flesh is clutched in Mutsuki's other hand.

A very different Mutsuki to the kind man from Mado and Sasaki's squad that she's used to. Matter-of-fact, taking the lead, and brutally effective. His intense stare feels like it digs inside of her through her eyes, a single kakugan burning into her. Sharp eyes that remind her of Hachika-- no, don't think about Hachikawa right now. Mutsuki's eyepatch is long-gone, into his pocket or lost, she doesn't know - only that Mutsuki, this ruthless, intense Mutsuki, yanked it off himself with a look of disdain.

Her boots, soggy and cold, scuff through the sand. Through her curtain of hair, she can see dim light ahead. She stumbles as her boot comes down on something hard and flat instead of uneven sand or rock - old, battered brick or stone block. Mutsuki's hand tightens on hers, with a strength that's almost painful.

"Hogi-san? Stay with me. Keep talking, I can hear even a whisper," comes Mutsuki's voice, sounding almost like quiet anger.

"Your grip kind of hurts," she mumbles, surprise and misery making her honest.

"Ah," Mutsuki says, voice just a little bit less intense.

The grip on her hand relaxes, just enough to not hurt. Mutsuki tugs her onwards. At least the man-made tunnels they're in now are lit, even though with dim, cracked ceiling lights.

She looks around, taking in the crumbling brick, the rows of rusty steel doors with bars in the windows, the glimpses of tiny, bare rooms beyond those.

A prison.

She wets her lips with her tongue, mouth dry despite the damp underground air.

"Do I wanna know what Aogiri does with their prisoners?" she mutters.

"We do know, technically."

She startles at the reply.

What he said is true, unfortunately. She's seen the Auction footage, the crime scene pictures, the trail of carnage T-OWL left in its wake. It's almost a relief that the cells have been empty so far.

Mutsuki turns his head towards her, uncomfortably far considering he's a step ahead of her, and gives her one of those intense looks that feels like it's reaching hooks and pins into her through her eyes.

"Would you want to know the gristly details of my surgery?" Mutsuki's hand, still clutching a bloody mass of kakuhou, comes to rest behind his hips.

There's no sound but the tap of their footsteps.

"Fair point."

She can't say much else to that, frankly, and they press on.

Mutsuki stops suddenly, raising his head a little bit. He gestures to a closed cell door.

"Someone's in that one."

Mutsuki pushes the door open, with a grating, scraping creak, before she can protest.

It's not locked?

Then she takes in the thin, grimy woman in the cell, laying on the rickety metal cot.

Who doesn't have the critical limbs for running away, her thin pants - color indeterminate - tied off, with greyish bandages peeking out underneath.

The woman's face is vaguely familiar, even though her cheeks are a bit sunken and it's hard to tell what color her stringy hair is, between the dirt and the dim lighting. Someone from an old case file, dug back out after the Auction raid.

Mutsuki approaches the woman, who flinches back when he looks right at her.

"Do you want to live?"

[canadianlucifer]

Fuck it, vampire au.

Now at first glance it might look like the whole moral dilemma about needing to kill people to eat is watered down, but it might just make it worse. For one, they can only drink the blood, so that might add the emotional weight of not using the whole body and feeling wasteful, and it'd be harder to dispose of a whole body as opposed to just bones. Secondly, it'd be a LOT harder to get blood from a dead person. I mean, a living beating heart aids in the process a lot, so siphoning the blood out of someone who's already dead would be more difficult.

And if we assume that the vampires in this au still need a whole body's worth (about 5 litres) (the average human stomach can only hold 1 litre max and i don't think ghouls or vampires would be much different so it doesn't make much sense when you think about it but i digress.) (I've needed to talk about that plot hole for a while), they would still need to kill to eat BUT it also opens up a more interesting food solution: taking just a little bit from living people every few days. And that could lead to a whole underground market of humans desperate for money risking their lives for a few extra bucks! And not to mention the effects it could have on relationships!

Just imagine: Kaneki is struggling to find a resource where he doesn't need to kill anyone, but Hide offers his own blood. And when Kaneki reaches the point where he's too desperate to refuse it anymore, he feels so bad about taking it from his friend he ends up nearly crying as he drinks but Hide reassures him, saying that it's okay and that he's fine. And imagine early Kaneki, after realizing all normal foods taste awful and that he has to drink blood, he tries to drink from animals like rats and things before realizing that that also makes him sick and has to come to terms with the fact that he just killed a bunch of animals for no reason.

They can still keep the kagune and kakugan, but just give them fangs. Also, vampires making masks stylish and a trend so they can hide their fangs??

[ipsen]

How do you think Shuu and Eto would interact?

lucky for you, i have a draft sitting in my... drafts demonstrating this ever so slightly. takes place shortly after re 57. enjoy!

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“Even a ghoul can’t survive from this height.”

If only it were that simple, Eto thought, as she tumbled through open air, half a body and bleeding out.

Her kagune burst out and latched onto a nearby building, slowing her fall. As she slid, the mouths spoke in hushed tones, just loud enough for her to hear.

“Idiot.” “Eto.” “Corpse.” “Not yet.” “Almost!” “Excited…”

Tendrils burst out of her torso to make ‘legs’, then her skin slowly crept over it. Shards of glass and crumbled bricks bounced harmlessly off her skin until she made it to the bottom.

She glanced up at the top of Lunatic Eclipse. “Bon appétit,” she muttered, smirking to herself.

She looked down at herself, the fresh skin all red and raw and exposed, and realized she’d left him her coat too. Maybe he’d use it to wipe off the blood soaking his hair. Or not.

Either way, it wasn’t like she was going to use it anyway; she wasn’t going to be hiding for much longer. She’d tossed away her floral scarf for a similar reason, passing it on to a shivering stranger when they were asleep— If she wasn’t going to use it, better to give it to someone who would. 

Still, it was rather chilly tonight. A mark of change in the narrative: the return of reality for Ken Kaneki.

One of her kakuhou— the one situated at the small of her back— unfurled to make a kilt to maintain some semblance of dignity. The RC cells linked together like chain mail and then overlapped in broad strokes of red tissue and muscle.

She spotted two objects— her last project and his darling— falling from the top of the building. She caught bits and pieces of Kanae’s final confession before flinging the Gourmet to safety.

Eto smiled and shook her head. Kaneki could hide it all he wanted, but he was still a kind boy under that frigid demeanor. She sighed, hoofing it over; what was she going to do with him?

Following the fresh potholes in the streets, she found the Gourmet half-conscious and collapsed against a rack of abandoned bikes. Oh, dear, she thought, noting his legs bent in the wrong direction and the gaping hole in his chest. That wouldn’t do, either.

Her wounds had already begun to close; a shame, but no matter. She formed a short kagune from her shoulder and sliced it off, approaching Tsukiyama.

“Eat up,” she said, tossing the meal into his lap. “It’s a long walk where you’re going.”

He groaned in response, then sat up and let the meal fall onto the ground. “You…?�� he rasped. “Kanae… Why did you…?”

(“you monster”)

“Is that what you’re going to fixate on? I’m throwing you a bone here, as a favor to your actual favorite.” She squatted in front of him, chin in her hands. “Kanae missed you so much while you were out galavanting with Ken Kaneki, Monsieur. Yet even after you abandoned him for a human ghoul, he still went through all that trouble just to see you happy. He’s even dead now because of you.”

Tsukiyama couldn’t even get up in his state, but she could taste the heat of his anger. “I… I…”

“Come to think of it, this whole thing is your fault, isn’t it? Your voracious habits and descent into despair all caused this. And yet, here you are! A survivor. Kudos are in order.” She stood back up and felt her toes grow back in. “Your whole family sacrificed themselves for you. Will you join them? After all, you’re the cause.”

“I won’t die.” Tsukiyama seized the kagune and devoured it. “Not yet. This body is not just mine now…”

Oh, good. Eto wasn’t wasting her time.

“It belongs to everyone who gave their life for me, and everyone I have ever eaten…” His legs snapped back in place, and he struggled to his feet. “I’m going to live, as long as I can…”

She grinned and pointed. “Then head down that way. There’s less Doves there.”

And, if the hint of a familiar stench told her anything, help was there too.

[thehuggamugcafe]

Invective

Summary:

When you get right down to the heart of the matter, you know he’s right.

You are weak. This job isn’t meant for someone with a kind heart. Someone like you.

But that doesn’t lessen the sting of his words.

Characters: Ken Kaneki/Haise Sasaki, Original Female Character(s), Reader

Relationship(s): Ken Kaneki/Haise SasakixReader

Tags: Reader-Insert, CCG!Reader, Black Reaper Kaneki, Angst, Reader Is All Out Of Fs To Give.

Ao3 Link: Invective

Words: 1.9k

The rain is like thunder as it drums against the window, playing loud and heavy notes as the silence that prevails the office of Haise Sasaki is so thick, you’d have no trouble cutting it like a knife has no trouble slicing through a stick of butter.

You messed up on your latest assignment. You know you have. He doesn’t say whether you have or not. He doesn’t need to; the disapproving aura that comes off him is like a sickening miasma, silent but undeniably present. For a moment, his round spectacles glint as they catch the florescent lighting overhead when he raises his chin ever so slightly that he’s looking at you properly.

There’s a crisp noise as some papers are set aside and Haise raises his hands, linking his leather clad fingers together as he leers at you in silence for what seems like an eternity.

“You let the S+-rated target, Mantis, get away.”

A statement, not a question. It doesn’t help the way your teeth worry over the flesh of your lower lip; it doesn’t stop your heart from beating in your chest, like a hummingbird feebly trying to escape the gilded cage which keeps it confined.

“Yes.”

If only you could’ve somehow choked on the word you just forced out past your lips… Surely that would have been a more merciful fate than looking back at the infamous Black Reaper’s stoic glower.

“Why?”

A simple question, you suppose. It’s more akin to a necessary evil as far as you’re concerned. You gather yourself, letting your tongue peek out to lick at your dry lips, blessing them with the moisture they so sorely need right now.

“She was pregnant, sir. I didn’t want a mother’s blood on my hands, nor her unborn child’s.”

Maybe it’s mere happenstance that instead of dragging her innards out from her belly, the edge of your quinque sliced open the fabric of her ghoul outfit and betrayed a clear baby bump instead. You remember feeling as though time had slowed to a standstill, the quinque gripped between fingers and a palm that were cold from the weeping heavens.

You may as well have been a lifelike statue, rooted to where you stood and wide, wild eyes affixed to the slightly protruding belly that quickly became saturated from the rain, but your gaze alone was a weapon by itself, judging by the way she instinctively raised a hand and gingerly pressed it to her stomach.

You remember how you tilted your head up, your rain-soaked visage burning from the chilly weather as your eyes met the red and black leer all ghouls are known to possess from behind the mask she wore. A flourish of colour from the woman’s back alerted you to the ukaku wings that blossomed, a fiery reddish-orange that was ready to turn you into a pin cushion.

Luckily, you had dodged in the nick of time; the kagune pierced the asphalt you’d been standing on just moments before. You instinctively reached for your firearm, flicking the safety off and aiming it at her as her kakugan stare peered into your eyes. You could—no, you should—pelt her with Q bullets, turn her into a target at the firing range. It’s only fair after all; this world is all about give and take.

If you don’t kill her or injure her enough so she can be taken into custody, your head will be under the chopping block.

“I’m pregnant.”

You remember sucking in a breath, taking a kiss of cold into your lungs that feels like knives are penetrating your chest. Your finger is on the trigger, just apply a bit more pressure and—

“You’re going to be an aunt. Aren’t you excited?”

Your friend isn’t really your sister, but she may as well be. You’ve known her since well before your academy days; she was the first one, and for a long time, the only one who you could even call your friend.

Your friend’s face flashes in your mind. Worse, you swear you catch a glimpse of her face replacing what little you can see of the female ghoul’s, blazing kakugan momentarily shifting to her eyes that glowed with joy. She’d been on the verge of tears as she clasped your hand in two of hers, grinning from ear to ear.

You’d been so lost in your thoughts, in your memories of what had happened just hours ago, that you didn’t realize that the female ghoul was retreating until you snapped out of it just in time to witness her jumping from the ground, reaching a height you could never hope to match.

You did nothing. You didn’t pursue her. You simply watched, strangely relieved, as she leapt from rooftop to rooftop, her ukaku wings shimmering beneath a brief illumination of lightning until, finally, the firearm and quinque felt too heavy. The way the weapons clattered as they hit the ground was ignored, falling on deaf ears as you kept on watching, catching one final sight of her before she disappeared over a building.

The scrape of a chair snaps you out of your stupor. You can’t help but stiffen, remembering the situation you’re in at the moment all too late.

“Did you reach First Class by hesitating? By showing mercy?”

Hearing those questions from the Black Reaper’s mouth leaves you feeling confused, initially. A short wave of anger eclipses the shot of bewilderment, but only before you force yourself to quietly ride a wave of faux serenity. You may not like him, you may prefer the old Haise Sasaki to this one, someone who is blunt and as warm as an ice sculpture, but he’s still an Associate Special Class. He is still above you in rank, but also in terms of ability.

He probably isn’t expecting a reply from you, and he certainly doesn’t need one, but you humour him nonetheless.

“No, sir.”

You refuse to take your eyes off of him, not even as he slowly circles around the desk, his bespectacled leer not straying to anywhere else but you. The calm, measured pace as his heels click over the floor is enough to let your spine be caressed by a phantom sensation, something close to freezing hellfire.

You know as well as anybody else who works at the Commission for Counter Ghoul how anyone climbs the food chain here.

How many lives have you taken? How many more will you take? How many families will you destroy? How many loved ones will you take from others?

Even if it’s not you tonight, someone will take the S+-rated Mantis out. Someone hoping for a promotion, perhaps. Someone looking for a new achievement to tack to their tally. Or maybe a quinque freak wanting to add a good quinque to their collection. The strong eat the weak; it’s just how it is in this cruel circus act you call life.

That doesn’t mean you can find it within yourself to enjoy taking from others, robbing them of a chance to live.

“The S+-rated Mantis is a ghoul.”

Haise’s voice is as coolly collected as ever, but there’s a barely-there bite to his words as he spits out the word “ghoul,” almost like it’s a taste that he can’t completely wash out of his mouth, no matter how hard he tries to.

You can’t stop the frown that’s pursing your lips. Why is he telling you this? You’re well aware of what Mantis is.

“She is also a mother-to-be, perhaps a wife, sir.”

“You let her escape.” This, again? This song and dance is one you’ve been woefully familiar with ever since the Tsukiyama Extermination operation. This back and forth that seems endless. The more you try to push, the more you get pushed back by this cold, empty shell that calls himself Haise Sasaki. “You are aware that any lives lost—be they civilians or investigators—will be indirectly your fault?”

You bob your head up and down, exhaling a sharp breath. “Yes, sir.”

“Why did you let it happen?”

Your mouth pops open, an answer at the ready, but nothing tumbles out. Your throat feels as dry as desert air, stuffed with invisible cotton balls that rob oxygen right out of your lungs. What do you say to that? What do you want to say to that? That you hallucinated seeing your friend’s face and not the ghoul’s? That you imagined your childhood companion, someone who you consider to be a blood sibling, in her place? That you wondered if the roles were ever switched, would you be able to cut down your pregnant friend if she turned out to be a high-rated target for elimination?

You know the answer to that last question, of course. You know you wouldn’t be able to do such a thing. You wouldn’t be able to kill your friend and send her child off into the afterlife to be with her, just because she happened to be a ghoul.

“I couldn’t do it, sir.” It’s not what you want to say, but it’s the next best thing. “I froze. I hesitated, I confess, but I just couldn’t bear the thought of murdering a pregnant woman, even if she was a ghoul.”

“This is no place for weakness.”

The beat of silence that follows Haise’s statement is like the one that prevailed in the office when you first entered it earlier. Strong, unbearably so, suffocating. But the silence that fills your ears this time is somehow so much worse. Your blood roars, rushing to your face as you feel your cheeks flushing from not embarrassment, but anger. Your heart races in your breast, fluttering like a songbird’s wings in flight, though you swear you feel it skipping a beat here and there.

“What?” The word leaves you in a hushed whisper, but you’re sure he’s heard it.

“You are a ghoul investigator; it’s your job to hunt and kill ghouls.”

“I…” You pause, steadying yourself by taking in a breath. “I’m aware of that, sir, but—”

“You failed.” There’s a fading glimpse of that brisk attitude, that frozen hell he whispers past his lips. “That kindness will only get you killed.”

The breath you suck in now feels too much like that chilly inhale you took in earlier on tonight. When you had let a female ghoul get away because of some macabre show of mercy. When you had showed a glimpse of humanity to someone who’s seen as a monster living among humans, pretending to be human.

But in retrospect, that ghoul could—should—have killed you. She was certainly within the right to do so, after killing a few of your fellow ghoul investigators and preparing to kill you. Perhaps you hadn’t been the only oddball there. Perhaps she, too, had allowed you to live because she had another life to worry about. Perhaps she didn’t see you as worth the time or effort, but either way, here you stand.

Mantis is more human than Haise Sasaki right now…

“You’re right on that much, Associate Special Class.”

Why does your voice decide to waver now? Why do your lips tremble? Why is your vision being pricked, stinging with wet warmth?

“I’m not cut out for this. A kind, weak person like me has no business being here. I would’ve been eaten sooner or later. If not by a ghoul, then by some other means. This is a dog-eat-dog world we live in, after all.”

Your body feels heavy, but your mind and heart hasn’t felt this clear in months, years even.

The resignation letter you’ve had tucked away in your pocket all this time feels like a pound of lead, for all that it’s as light as air as you set it upon the Associate Special Class’s desk.

“I quit.”

[captain-astors]

1, 2 for Seidou and 12 for the asks?

Once again obligatory apology for talking about Nimu it will happen again. 1. You know that bit in the gourmet arc where Ami mentions Souta was suspicious on account of never eating any human food? He kind of got dealt all the bad cards when it comes to his mixed species nature because he can't process human meat or human food very effectively, but the prior at least doesn't taste garbage and his morals are too nonexistent and detached to have that factor in by much. It was an active decision, he just doesn't eat human food with the exception of very specific kinds when he can help it. 2. Seidou pushes it off with snide comments ("I don't like men that way" and etc.) but he's genuinely super uncomfortable with any physical touch post-Kanou and if you tried to hug him and actually managed to do it without getting sliced to pieces, he would cry and not in a good "I missed this" way. He's never been a very physical person when it comes to affection but for obvious reasons that made it a million times worse. I don't think there's actual a single living person he'd allow to touch him anymore unless his sister is still alive, then it's a maybe. Possibly Amon or Akira with time but we'll never know! Thanks Ishida. 12. Kind of an extension of my 1, there are some weird byproducts of turning a half-human into a half-ghoul. Particularly in this case because the Furuta branch are not primarily rinkakus, so it's a little bit like injecting a person with a whole bunch of incompatible blood but slower and weirder. From the moment of the operation until his death, his limited existent RC system was essentially at war with Rize's (and losing) as it tore new pathways through the useless ones Nimura's had already. Funnily that actually strengthened the existing one, so it couldn't just be mercifully wiped out and functioned essentially as a human being turned into a ghoul, and the new one was too similar to his old one to always tell the difference, so it defaulted to Attack Everything but also Heal Everything including his organs and etc. This had the upsides of a much faster transformation into a Kakuja state and highly advanced pathway without dismemberment (hence why he can reattach a limb just about as easily as Seidou, someone who underwent months of repeated butchering despite not having the time to do that to himself, though Kanou and the Washuu nonsense also helped with this.) because his body is constantly tearing itself to shreds and healing just as fast anyways. However, the costs included but were not limited to: an even shorter anticipated lifespan, incredibly agony as the opposing system brutally rips his own apart in instances of usage, and limited voluntary shape manipulation (Only how it looks, he's got no issue striking extremely specific places) which is why it ends up just appearing a bit like a mass of eyes, kagune and teeth and doesn't repeat the same form twice. That's also why his Kakuja looks more like a Bikaku than a Rinkaku.

[b0kksu]

" take my hand again . " // @kuidaorc

           It is an ache that cannot be sated easily, the pull upon the fabric of his stomach, distending then clenching tightly. Koro moves about, small phantom paws that keep him placated, warm with too much love that no longer was able to be poured. By now, his hunger would be sated, long fingers that pull apart the delicate sinew && the laughter that was smooth, gentle, cooing tenderly - how gruesome. The small cubes were no longer working, old man Yoshimura warned him, he would eventually snap seeking out stronger cuts - a pallet that was bred on luxurious delicacies could not last long like the typical ghoul. What a joke, the balmy coolness of the evening comforts him, pressed against his cheek like a phantom kiss, if only it could smooth back the soft strands of ivory.

             The phone continues to vibrate, shaking violently, Satoru ignored the scolding of his manager, any public events or promises of an upcoming tour, show, collaborations with some of the nation’s top upcoming musicians - oh, Satoru, you’re upsetting the humans. Weeping, the scarlet eye no longer can be hidden as he curls tighter into the softness of the futon, the distant noises vibrate in his mind, squeaking hinges as the feline meows in confusion. A familiar scent that sends his brain into overdrive, let this be a nightmare, he could handle it instead of the reality that stands before him. “Trespasser” venomous, it seethes in a thick dialect, unknowing to that of the Metropolitan, the strange anomaly within this ward, outsider it labeled him as. He was in no position to fight, it was crass anyhow, to argue or bring violence into a place that was once a happy sanctuary. When the long arduous days tired his bones, each one weighing heavily as the hymn of both worlds moved in between, it was a place to escape. We’re mates, the childish vibrations of hopeful promises, they never knew what it meant, we’re the strongest, idealistic youth with greater dreams - the fall from grace penetrated deep into the heart.

            A knife that was wedged between, where the blade had missed an artery just by an inch, every feeble prayer wishing it had done so. Defiant, pale && unblemished he tried to push away, shrieking until there was nothing left, that was all he desired but not an inch of strength could be conjured. Yearning for an embrace so tight it would knock the very air from his lungs, yearning to react in violence only then could it grant him solace, a cathartic act that never comes only regret for the past && the imprint that was left upon his kagune. “Damn, can you believe I die like this? What do you think the headlines will paint it as? Or do you even bother with such nonsense anymore? Starvation! This sucks” he always spoke too much when anxiety kicked in, nonsensical words that went on for hours, anything to fill the silence. It fills his mouth, sweet similar to that of licorice with a deep smoke, though he recognized it by instinct. Ichor gained from the purest of forms, blood that was filled in tea cups, he could remember the attendants of the household urging for another drink.

     A special boy with a robust appetite, squeamish && thus, his father assured such eyes would never have to cry when fed, it’s a sign of love && nurture - not of violence. Spatting the remains onto the floor, a deep breath follows, the first bit of air that circulates && no longer is he drowning. Why must be continuous this dance with one another? A ghoul’s insanity is based on the warrant of desire, all of the heart’s dreams that wither from the existence that shuns our very nature, why deny me the greatest joy of mania? Then I could be drunk on the embers of my humanity. Briefly, his eyes close to recollect each thought, though the frigid temperature has yet to break, ice that was unbreaking.

        The back of his hand that reaches to touch, strawberry kissed knuckles && chipped polish - glittery, tooth decaying adorable. “You’ll spirit me away if I do that, then what if I don’t come back? Life continued after you left, each seed we tried to grow withered && decayed, by now you know the answer to such a question” and still, his hand eased into the comfort of familiarity, a grasp so tight he did not care if each bone shattered. Listless his laughter pours, if only to keep back the tears, he loathed such an act - a sign of weakness that was unbecoming.

               “Our palms still fit like they were meant to be, even now, nothing changes between us”

// @kuidaorc

[cntrl-cntre]

And with one eye I worship you

As a general rule, blood is not supposed to be outside of the body.

It’s not meant to coagulate and cool on grimy floors under massive mansions, it’s not meant to trip you over your own feet; blood is supposed to be flowing through your veins and keeping you alive—not seeping out in gushing rivulets and trickling over your fingers in thick rivers. The ferrous scent tickled Tooru’s nose and fanned flames that should have been extinguished long ago. Ifraft struggled to stay in his grasp while Abksol dragged along the wall, a prop to an actor, and actor on a stage.

A stage to an audience.

The ghoul that did this was long gone, under the hot pursuit of Urie it had no other choice. She fucked them all up big-time. A chunk the size of a pear was taken out of Saiko’s arm, Urie barely got out of the way before glass-thin sharks of kagune rained down on them and still managed to get one stuck in his shoulder. Then there was the behemoth of a wound that he'd been gifted.

Jagged bite marks and the acidic bubbling where ghoul saliva met humanesque skin were still seeping blood. The ghoul hadn’t said a word since she ambushed them, but the relentless attack on himself and Saiko put the words where they needed to be. Saiko herself wasn’t in much better condition; the spot on her arm moving to the beat of her heart much the way Tooru's abdomen did. The accelerated healing takes longer from the accrued animosity, because—much like blood—saliva entrails and bone are supposed to be on the inside.

The blood just kept coming. The hole wouldn’t heal and Tooru's head fell just so, his eyepatch loosening bit by bit, minute by minute. Abksol slipped off the wall and the dull spine dragged along the exposed sinew of his right side, aggravating the wound even further. It knocked against something hard and small, sending it clattering to the blood-drenched floor.

A tooth.

At this moment Tooru was shaking too much to stand properly, the grey walls fuzzy in his vision and the feel of his clothes flattened and wet against his skin too much. When the floor held his face in her hands, Tooru saw the tooth fill the space between him and the door where Saiko lay just beyond. The enamel was cracked where the sharp incisor had scraped along his rib, but gleaming white and flecked red it stood. It stood in the pool of gossamer Vin Rouge and emanated a stale essence of the ghoul that left it behind. Trepidation coursed through the veins of the poor man’s ichor and closed Tooru’s throat from the inside. The ringing in his ears kept time with the looming of the tooth as steps thundered and the dirty floor fanned around them both.

The black shoe resting behind it contrasted with the same red and white of the flesh’s renderer; the flayer of fine lives. The pristine distinction in vertical evolution caved and fell back under the same black shoe that offset it so perfectly—even things of splendour had to fall to the mundane of the world.

The world goes blank.

The blankness is the same colour as the sky in a stormy countryside. There is a tooth on the floor, not that there is a floor. If there were a floor, the tooth would be the only thing on its broad expanse; white and blinding like a beam straight from heaven to burn the word Heathen unto the skin of the damnable. The blankness is as inky as fresh wine from the richest of grapes, smooth and welcoming.  There is a tooth in the expanse, a beacon in the midst of serene silence. The shrill pitch of its presence coated his ears and wrenched forth a fresh torrent of blood-rich feeling. The blankness is sweet and calm, the ocean in the night before a typhoon.

The tooth pulls him close like a grotesque icon of beauty and grace; solemn and quiet and radiant.

A hand reaches out to it and it belongs to him. No, it doesn’t. It’s his arm that falls away, but it’s not. Mutsuki Tooru watches as his finger caresses the porcelain of a white surface, but that finger doesn’t belong to him. Nothing here belongs to him.

Not the hand holding a precious pearl of a tooth. Not the kakugan contrasting the olive and envy and chalet of the other eye staring at it. Not the pillow of warm, tanned flesh that holds the perfect sliver of emptiness. Not the faded green that grows paler the hungrier his tongue gets for skin-meat-bone-flesh. Nothing here belongs to him.

All in due time Tooru will wake, and then Sassan will look down at him from the side of his hospital bed. He will have dragged along Urie, the man barely sparing Tooru even a glance. Saiko will be in the chair, holding onto his hand with hers still wrapped in pale bandages.

But that is due time. Now. Now, he shakes and watches himself eye the tooth. He examines his own, unstable hand as the tooth rattles around in his palm and wells up with a fear he has only known in the face of his family when he’s hungry.

[gloxina111]

New Ghoul

-> PART 1/2

-> PAIRING┆ The Lost Boys x Fem! Black Reader

-> CAUTION ┆Black reader / Fem body / She Her pronouns / Ghoul / Cannibalism / Vampires

-> SYNOPSIS ┆What happens when a ghoul arrives in the Murder Capital of the World without knowing that it's vampire hunting grounds.

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You had just moved to Santa Carla aka "Murder Capital of the World". You moved to Santa Carla for that reaction in particular. You’re a ghoul so killing was a part of your every day and no one would bat an eye if another person went “missing” in the murder capital.

“Finally,” you huffed placing the last box into your new Manson on top of a hill that looked down on Santa Carla. ‘I think I might have found me forever home,’ I thought looking through the corridor. With that, you started haling all the boxes to their respected rooms and unpacking. As you unpacked you jammed out to The Sisters of Mercy and Patti Smith.

Once you put the last of the boxes away and covered all the windows in blackout curtains. “Home sweet home,” you laughed at how you sounded like a southern white mom saying that. ‘I could go for some food,’ you thought with a huff after unpacking everything and putting it away. ‘It’s night already and it seems the boardwalk is littered with drunks,’ you looked you the window down at the boardwalk. “Mise well go check it out and have a little late-night snack.”

As you got to the boardwalk a group of four guys caught your eye. No, they weren’t drunk but they did look quite delectable in your opinion but you decided to find another snack to pock at. You simultaneously stepped out of your hearse and made your way to where all the action was happening that night.

For that last hour, you had been flirting with this overlay drunk guy trying to get him to say yes to coming home with you so you could pig out in an alleyway on his flesh. “Well, you seem like a lovely guy how about we go back to my place,” you offered. “Why not princess,” the guy hummed and left his drink on the railing as the two of you walked off. When you finally were about to walk by the alleyway to your hearse you pushed him in it and right after ripped out his jugular. “Thank heavens, if you hadn't stopped talking I would have thrown myself off the pear,” you now talked to the dead man that laid on the ground. What you hadn’t notest was that four-man inhabited the alleyway where you ripped out the drunken man's jugular. “Now that was hot,” a cute blonde piped up startling you. “How long have you been here, and how much did you witness?” you asked in utter shock. “Don’t where you head off dear, we won't tell,” the man with some trouble hummed walking closer to you. “Well, good,” you hummed digging into the freshly killed flesh. “Want some?” you asked holding it up the four. “No thank you, already ate,” one of them stated. “Okay more for me.” “So what are you, because you not one of us,” the same cute blond that you had now known as Marko deadpanned. “Well I’m a ghoul, and you are,” you looked up showing them your black and red-eye. “We’re vampires,” the leader smiled down at you. “So what’s the difference between us two,” the chaotic blonde stepped in. “Well, you see I eat humans, you only drink their blood, I can’t turn anyone into a ghoul, you guys can turn others into vampires, I have this little thing that's called kagune, what you don’t have and theirs many more but the one that stands out the most is that I’m a SSS ranked ghoul and Vampires don’t get ranked,” you explained the differences well bitting into a finger. “Okay, I just have one more question. Why do you only have one red and black eye, I thought ghouls eyes were both-” you cut them off “It’s because I’m a one-eyed ghoul, now can you take this to my car for me?” you asked standing up.

The boys had picked up the half-eaten body and placed it into your car and now you were on your way home with the four following close behind.

[bored-storyteller]

(Little general warning: I understand that my mind when it comes to Uta imagines the reader as human by default, so if you don't like it please specify it in the request)

Hi Anon!

I'll be honest, this time I'm not satisfied. I am not convinced that I have written anything that can really make you feel emotions. In my head, I had imagined a more bloodthirsty scenario (I like to write this kind of thing with him) and also with Uta appearing as Kakuja, but then all that violence seemed out of place if not requested so I calmed down a bit the things. Despite this, I still have the desire to write something similar. Anyway, I'm sorry, I'm willing to rewrite it if you don't like it.

64- Tokyo ghoul, Uta x human! Reader

From the prompt list

3- "What would you do if I didn't come back?"

Uta sometimes raises doubts, lately more than usual.

It's not unusual for his eyes to scan you and linger on you. He stopped listening to you for a while, while you talk to someone on the phone.

You look annoyed, you are declining an invitation, perhaps, or otherwise you are giving up on something. For him, of course.

His lids tighten slightly around your figure, while his cheek rests lazily on the back of his hand.

"You should really go with them." His quiet voice reaches you as soon as your call closes. You turn to look at him, the only other living being besides you among all those lifeless masks.

You smile at him, as you always do.

"I wouldn't go anyway." Your answer is ready and prepared. How true is it? How much of what you do and what you don't do is for your free choice, and not to protect him or yourself? He is not even convinced that he fully understands how much you have to give up on your human life.

He doesn’t doubt that maybe at the beginning it was worth it, for you. But now, how much is true affection, yours, and how much just habit? A risky, deadly habit.

Your fingers gently pick up the sketches he left on the table, you flip through them as you always do and he looks at you, from his sitting position.

He does not believe that you are forced to be with him, or that you are afraid of leaving him, but there is the doubt that your love is slowly being replaced by the everyday life of your relationship.

"What would you do if I didn't come back?"

His question was asked casually, almost as if he were pointing out to you how the rain made the afternoon air humid.

Your gaze suddenly lost and upset for a moment almost made him go back on the question. "Forget it" he was about to tell you, yet his teeth bite his tongue and that ambiguity remains suspended between you two.

"What does it mean?" You ask him, and a slight uncertain smile is painted on your fragile lips, almost asking him to joke "Why are you asking me this question now?"

Your uncertain voice always makes his heart tremble. When he feels you scared, or fearful, it's somehow as if he shares the same anxieties as you. Yet, deep inside him, the most selfish part of him is happy if you at least suffer a little for him.

"I would come to look for you ..." You murmur in response when you realize that he is still waiting. Your words are so light and fragile that he himself cannot find the courage to push them further.

It’s obvious that you answer like this, that you there in front of him have neither the desire nor the courage to really imagine yourself in a situation in which Uta will not come back into your life. That's right, he's sure you're fond of him, but do you still really love him? Do you love him as in the beginning?

The alleged absence of him scares you, but if it really happened, perhaps, in the real situation, you would notice the less weight on your shoulders, the absence of the chains that keep you tied to constant danger.

But maybe you can't see it now, not if you don't have to change your daily life.

. . .

Uta never believed that his heart could make itself so present. He feels it throbbing violently against his ribcage taking away space for his lungs to breathe, he feels it forcefully pumping the blood into his veins and wrists so much that if you focus you could see the vibrations under his skin. He never believed his body could go into such a state of agitation, even his distorted kagune wriggled inside him to be able to get out and release that tension.

The smell of your blood was enough. This was enough, and the world around Uta had darkened and there was for him that dangerous red trail that led him to you. And even if his face seems calm and focused, the terror of never seeing you again grips him.

Why are you there in the first place? You don't have to be there, he warned you. He always warns you, to keep you safe - to keep you from seeing.

It's hard for him to hold back when his mental state is in that situation. When he needs blood, fun and killing, when he needs it to stay who he is. And as much as he would like it, not even your presence can allay that need.

Indeed, you are a stimulus. Your eyes that silently scrutinize him from your hiding place are a charge for him to do better. He might say to himself that it's his revenge on whoever hurt you, but the truth is that he's now free to vent that part of him in front of you too. That part of him that he always tries to keep you safe from, that part of himself that you shouldn't be there for, not where the Clowns were operating.

That part of him that will make you go away.

It is at that thought that calm him down. Him, the world, his heart. Suddenly, when there is nothing but him and his dirty hands, your presence in that place becomes concrete, almost heavy.

His eyes seek you, hidden as you are in his half of the battlefield.

"It's me ..." the sweet note of his voice echoes in the calm after the storm "It's just me."

It's just him. No hero ready to save you, only Uta in his natural madness.

Your head pops out from behind your makeshift barrier, and he frantically approaches to check on you. Thank goodness you are fine, thank goodness the wound is not serious, thank goodness you seem not to feel too much pain, thank goodness ...

"Uta!"

His attention is on you, on your worried eyes.

Oh, you're still there. You didn't run away. You are there, kneeling in front of him, and he is leaning over you looking at your injured shoulder, but you don't seem to care.

"What are you doing here?" It wasn't actually the first question he wanted to ask. He had to ask you if you were okay, what that idiot had done to you, he had to take care of you. But all he could think was that you didn't have to see, you didn't have to imagine reality.

Because the weight on your shoulders would have been too much, and you would never come back.

"You never came back." Your voice again interrupts his thoughts as they wriggled again like agitated snakes in his head.

"You never came back, I came to look for you."

You say it with a look so clear and sincere that Uta for a moment is almost afraid to say anything. It seems that nothing is wrong with you in any of this; neither the danger you ran, nor the wound on your shoulder, nor his inhuman violence. You were looking for him. You were afraid that he would never come back to you, and you looked for him, as you said.

You did not remain silent waiting, you did not hope for a while to get rid of him, nor did you plan to remain without him. Instead, those words of him had remained inside you to the point of putting you in danger.

The truth is that Uta had thought he was not enough for you, or rather that you considered him as such by now. After all the sacrifices, after all the burdens you carried because of him, he really thought that you had stopped loving him, wanting him to be yours.

Perhaps this is because Uta has stopped loving himself for a long time.

But you got there, because you want him back, and if he hadn't arrived, whether you are aware of it or not, it would have been you who did not come back.

You wouldn't be back.

"Forgive me." His voice is little more than a whisper as his palm gently wraps your cheek "Does it hurt a lot?"

He pulls you close to him, into his arms. He needs to feel you, feel your warmth, your weight, your cold hands on his body. His face bends into the hollow of your neck, inhaling your perfume, smelling you not as a prey but as something of him, to be loved and protected.

"You won't go away, will you?"

Your question is innocent as you curl up in him, likewise seeking your presence.

His nose cuddles against your temple, continuing to perceive you with all possible senses.

If all renunciations of your human life are your choice, then he's not going to stop you from doing it.

"Not as long as you want me."

[tg-headcanons]

hi! could i request shuu-kaneki bonding hcs, please? thank u!!

French fuck and Unfortunate Man!

Shuu and Kaneki haven’t been like. Great. Ya know. The whole bourgeoisie saw movie shit? They can’t just pretend Shuu didn’t straight up try to elaborately butcher and serve him and kidnap and attack his friends. That was wild shit. Especially since Hide found out and now Ken has to deal with his boyfriend trying to fight Shuu every opportunity he gets

Shuu has been a little apologetic since he started hanging around anteiku more. Don’t get him wrong he still wants to get a taste of him, but now he respects him enough to not try to murder him for it. Ken had started reluctantly talking my to him since he keeps showing up at anteiku, and they’ve come to a truce. Better to avoid as much conflict as possible when you’re a ghoul

Shuu doesn’t have many friends, so that means Kaneki has been latched onto and he isn’t going away. Shuu’s invited him to a few cafes and book shops and the like, and as they trusted each other a little more Ken built up to visiting him at his mansion. He declined to have dinner with him though despite a lot of assurance that it would be the most gourmet thing he’s ever tasted, making art out of dead meat still makes him uncomfy

Hide however is NOT so quick to forget about what happened. This French fuck tried to kill his boyfriend! He tried to eat him! The only person who gets to eat Kaneki is Hide and even then that has a very different meaning! It takes awhile for Kaneki to be able to hand out with both of them at once without Hide spraying Shuu with Axe or Shuu threatening to have him run over

As Kaneki got more used to life as a ghoul, even starting to fight off the CCG and Aogiri to keep his new family safe, Shuu was happy to help him in any way he can. Shuu himself isn’t the best fighter, he’s got some chronic health issues and the option to not put the stress on himself, but he does have money and concern for his friend. Once Shuu learned that Kaneki was fighting he immediately dragged him to his house to get him fitted for shirts with unbuttonable flaps for his kagune and some simple body armor

For a lot of their Hangouts, Kanae tails them a bit. He loves his cousin and someone who narrowly escaped being eaten by him hanging out with him is suspicious as FUCK. He keeps vaguely threatening Kaneki for awhile because he’s worried that he’ll turn on him, but Shuu assures him it’s fine

Kaneki is one of the few people outside of the mansion who’s seen Shuu vulnerable. Sometimes he disappears for a few days or weeks, and he’s only heard vague mention of him being by sick, but that’s a lot of time being sick. One day he gets a call from Shuu on a day they had planned to go to a cafe that his illness was acting up and he was having trouble moving around, and Ken offered to go over to his place if he was up to it. Surprisingly, he accepted, and Kaneki showed up at his house to hang out with him. Tsukiyama was more happy than he thought he’d be to have him still want to see him on a day where his illness was acting up, and enjoyed talking with him from his bed

This may be sorta weird, but Kaneki will trade his blood to him for stuff. He needs a favor from someone with money and influence? Alright let’s fill a sandwich bag with blood and tape a straw to it, he can sip it like a caprisun. That was how he got the Tsukiyama family’s help freeing Seidou from Aogiri

Ken met Chie through him, and was amazed to learn how they met, but even more amazed that they’re still close. She knows everything about him yet still cared for him. It turns out he’s been using her as a tour guide for Regular Human Things, and now Kaneki can help with that. The three of them have taken him to all sorts of places. His favorite Normal Human Thing so far is the movie theater, the darkness is comfortable and he can see what people are watching these days. His least favorite is the mall because the smells are a bit overwhelming and the 15 year old working at the sunglasses hut kiosk bullies him

With Shuu hanging out at anteiku more, the rest of the gang has been getting along with him more. Obviously there’s still a little distrust, especially from Nishiki and Touka because of what happened in the church and Bro What The Fuck, but the outward aggression is gone at least. He gets along well with Irimi and Yoshimura over coffee, and has befriended Hinami by teaching her some French and gifting her some stuff. When he doesn’t feel as much of a need to assert dominance over other ghouls who can be threats, he’s actually quite docile

[harleyquilt]

Missing You - Part 1

Summary: Glimpses into the minds of Kaneki, Touka, Hinami, and Ayato across both series

Words: 4470

Notes: A lil Touken and Ayahina angst. The second part will probably be more fluffy. Hope you enjoy!

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The taste of rotting meat coated Kaneki's tongue, the small mouthful of ghoul flesh sliding down his throat. His body tried to turn against itself, and he had to press a hand against his mouth to stop himself from regurgitating his revolting ‘meal’. In his other hand was a ghoul’s bone, which had shattered under Kaneki’s tight grip. With a hesitative glance, Kaneki squeezed his eyes shut and threw the shards into his mouth. He chewed slowly. Fortunately, the bones had little taste to them, but they were still coated with the flavour of the meat. Still, there was less of a struggle to digest these last few remains, and once Kaneki swallowed the mush that was once his enemy, he went to wash his face with cold water.

His body was drenched with sweat, and looking in the mirror, he saw that his face was drained of all colour. He bit down on his trembling lips and splashed his face once more. It wasn’t pleasant, but it must be done, he told himself. After all, he needed to get stronger, and this was the quickest way of obtaining that needed power. It had to be worth it, he assured himself. If not, well...at the very least, he wasn’t digesting any human flesh. If it wasn’t for coffee, he was certain he would’ve lost his mind by now. 

Speaking of which, he heard a knock on the door, followed by Hinami’s small, sweet voice. “Onii-chan? I have a cup of coffee for you.” Opening the door, Kaneki slipped out of the room and quickly shut the door behind him. Hinami looked at him with inquisitive eyes, but she asked no questions. She instead smiled and held up the coffee for him to take. 

“Thank you, Hinami.” He smiled, taking a sip. It didn’t have the same flavour as the manager’s coffee, but knowing that it was made by Hinami was enough to make the coffee delicious in its own way. He chugged down half of the mug in one go, ignoring the heat, desperate to replace the taste that lingered on his lips.

“Careful, Onii-chan!” Hinami jumped. “It’s hot!”

“Thank you, Hinami. You’re as reliable as always.” He patted her head and though she did not respond, her eyes quickly turned to the ground. Maybe out of bashfulness, or perhaps…

Kaneki headed towards the training room, finishing the coffee with another gulp. The training room was empty, as usual, lit only with the evening sun. An orange glow enveloped the room and Kaneki’s silhouette stretched across the ground as he moved towards the mirrored wall. He wore only a tank top and some shorts, the blackness of his clothes only making him seem more pale in comparison. He looked like a ghost, he thought, examining his features. Though, at this point, he might as well be. Nothing about his past-self remained - even his body was completely different compared to how he was a few months ago. Where there used to be soft flesh was now hardened muscle, his body more lean and defined in its shape. His eyes, still a soft grey in its colour, were now sunken in, and with each passing day, he found himself looking gradually more tired. Still, he couldn’t say that was the biggest difference in his appearance. He reached up to his white hair, his nails still black from bruising. A seemingly permanent reminder of that day. 

The memories of that day always passed by like a speeding train, the intrusive force left by its passing enough to leave Kaneki breathless. Even with its sudden speed, the memory still remained vivid in his mind, and within a single moment, he’d find himself lost in whatever room he was in. It would always take him a short while to realise that, despite what his mind was telling him, he was no longer in that room of torture. And still, he would feel his breath against Kaneki’s neck, and more often than not, Kaneki would retreat to his room in hopes of finding some kind of refuge. 

But for the time being, he merely brushed the thought aside and ignored the rapid beating of his heart. He instead chose to press his nails into his arm, hoping the pain would be enough to bring him back down to the world of the living. He may look like a ghost now, but he still felt as if he was being haunted by his...victims? Could they be called that? Should they be called that? No, enough, Kaneki thought with a shake of his head, blood dripping down his arm. He watched the red droplet fall to the ground and splatter, and within seconds from moving his hand away, the cut on his arm closed itself up. 

“It doesn’t matter.” He whispered to himself. The room faded into darkness as the sun disappeared behind the towering buildings of Tokyo, a chill entering the darkened space. “It doesn’t matter.” A whimper escaped him and he crouched down, his head in his hands. “I’m sorry.” 

. . .

Kaneki woke up late the next morning. He had spent the night out with Banjou and Tsukiyama, though Hinami wasn’t told any details. It was rare for her to be involved in the missions they went on, and though she could understand the reasoning behind such decisions, she was restless by the thought of being left behind. There was something frightening in seeing the backs of her friends, their figures losing shape in the distance as they continued to walk further away from her. Even if she tried to reach out, she wouldn't be able to catch them - she was sure of that. So, what was she supposed to do? All she could do was be obedient to Kaneki’s orders, and deep down, she knew that it would do him no favours to go against them. It was the same reason why she wasn't being taken along in the first place; that is to say, she had nothing she could offer in terms of aid.

Though much time has passed since her mother's passing, she hasn't changed much in terms of power and maturity since then. She has tried, of course, but it was clear that not much has come about from those futile attempts. Her kagune was still too overwhelming for her to control, and her body was still petite and delicate. With that said, she also acknowledges that she wasn't completely useless. Her speciality - her sharp senses - still remained her one and only skill, and when in use, it was a useful skill to use. Particularly in the missions Kaneki went on. And yet, it clearly wasn't enough. 

As she mulled on such thoughts, she checked the time, anxiously glancing towards the front door as she did. It was already late in the evening, and the house remained empty. With each passing hour, the shadows across the walls stretched and grew, threatening to distinguish the dimming light hanging on the ceiling. Hinami pulled her legs up and wrapped her arms around them, her shoulders raised in suspense. 

More often than not, she contemplated calling Touka. Hinami has made herself the rule not to call too frequently, in fear that it would confirm Touka's own worries. Despite this rule, though, she couldn't deny that she craved the presence of her surrogate sister. A part of her wished that Kaneki had allowed Touka to come along, even if his reasoning was sound. It was too painful having to choose between one or the other, the distance between the two far greater than it may initially seem. She wasn’t exactly sure why they were no longer talking, especially since they both clearly miss each other. Perhaps she could encourage Kaneki to visit, or have Touka meet up with her and Kaneki in a cafe somewhere. No - the more she thought about it, the more insecure she felt. This was between them two, and no matter her intentions, she was in no position to interfere and meddle with their relationship, whatever that relationship may be. 

She sniffled and let out a small whimper, realising then how alone she was. She was stuck on the crossroads, with Kaneki and Touka walking along two different paths. Maybe those paths will find each other again, but Hinami was too afraid to tempt fate and decide which route to go down. Though she was following Kaneki at the moment, she was still struggling to decide whether or not she should continue to follow him. What was the right thing to do, she wondered.

After another hour, Kaneki and the others finally returned. They were all equally exhausted from their latest mission, and they collectively decided to postpone any further business until the next morning. Kaneki paused and noticed Hinami’s small figure on the corner of the couch. She was breathing slowly, a peaceful expression on her sleeping face. Banjou offered to bring her to bed, but Kaneki stepped forward and took her into his arms. She seemed so fragile and small in his arms, so much so that he was almost afraid of breaking her with his rough touch. He carried her slowly to her room and placed her gently into her bed, removing her slippers and lifting the covers over her. With a smile, he straightened and went to leave the room.

Just as he was about to leave, however, he noticed a photograph on Hinami’s bedside table. It was a photo of her, her mother and Touka. Hinami seemed a little younger than she was now and so did Touka, who was hugging Hinami from behind. Her mother looked just as Kaneki remembered her - a gentle woman with a gentle smile. He bit his lip and clenched his hand, the smell of her blood and the sound of her lifeless body hitting the ground still vividly imprinted onto his mind. He glanced back at Hinami and grimaced, a silent apology escaping his lips. And then he thought of Touka, as he often did, and he prayed that she was at least safe under the care of the manager. If he were to lose her...Well, he hardly wanted to imagine such a scenario. With his thoughts so often being filled with an unbearable amount of regret, even towards his decision to bring Hinami along, he was at least confident that it was right for him to keep Touka in the cafe. He wouldn’t be able to cope otherwise. 

He wondered where she was now, what she was doing, what she was thinking. And he continued to contemplate such thoughts as he went into his bedroom and onto his bed, the familiarity of her embarrassed scowl and crude words soothing him into a dreamless sleep. It was hard for him to deny that he wanted nothing more than to see her, and yet, he felt it right to deny himself such pleasures. After all, to involve himself in her life would only bring about more turmoil for her, and that thought alone was too terrible for him to bear.

. . . 

Hinami was alone once again. Time had passed, people came and went, and Tokyo was forever in flux. Even so, she was alone. The only difference was that she was no longer waiting for the return of her friends, for she had no friends in Aogiri. It was a heartless organisation, she found, the relationship and bonds between the other ghouls brittle and strained. There was only one thing that kept them together and that was the desire to see the CCG burn to the ground in a vengeful fire of justice. Hinami herself was not exactly invested in such goals; she supposed she should feel some sort of hatred towards those responsible for her parent’s deaths, but even now, she could not bring herself to hate those she had never known. Rather, she was influenced by Eto to join their crusade against the humans with the promise that their movement will give her the strength she sorely desires. With Kaneki gone and their group disbanded, and with Anteiku nothing more than rubble, she saw no alternative. It was hard to see her own reflection and deny the fact that it was due to her weakness that Kaneki and the others had failed, that everything she had once loved had been destroyed. How could she return to Touka with such burdens? It seemed unfair and it was Eto that confirmed these worries, reassuring her that Aogiri will solve this dilemma of hers. 

She supposed that Eto had not lied to her. After a few years amongst the toughened ghouls of Aogiri, she had greater control over her own body and mind and proved herself a worthy asset amongst the others under Eto’s command. Except...even with all of her newly trained and sharpened abilities, she could not bring herself to kill another. Tatara accepted no excuses and he stood by her, commanding her to murder whoever it was that was whimpering before her. When his patience began to simmer away, Ayato would step in and kick her away with a tut, killing the person in her place. Despite the throbbing pain in her stomach and the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes, she knew that Ayato had done her a great favour and she would go on to thank him with a coffee later on in the evening. 

He always showed her kindness in the strangest ways, she found. He watched over her carefully and protected her in his own way, and over time, Hinami grew fond of his presence. She still remembered their first interaction with a smile - how his angry scowl and foul-mouth reminded her of Touka in so many ways, and how after this first encounter, he was gentler when approaching her. They did not speak much and she could hardly say they were close, but she at least considered him something akin to an ally. She hoped that he saw her the same way. It was a nice thought she often indulged, knowing that maybe she was not as alone as she feared. 

For the time being, however, she thought it best to keep up her guard, to reject these fantasies in favour of the much more grim reality. It was a lesson she must drill into herself, she had told herself, no matter the pain it may cause her. The sacrifice of her happiness and comfort must be worth it, even if it meant being eternally alone.

. . .

Ayato took a sip of the bitter tasting coffee as he stared at the many roses that surrounded him. He grimaced and placed down the cup with a sigh. It lacked the gentle aroma and sweetened taste of Hinami’s coffee, the bitterness a reminder that she was still imprisoned in the CCG prison. He leaned his head back and shut his eyes, praying to no one in particular that she was still alive, that she wasn’t being tortured by some white-coat freak. It was not knowing that pained him the most, that and the thought that he was responsible for this situation to begin with. He was supposed to protect and watch over her, he often thought during these moments. If she dies, he knew all too well that her blood would be on his hands. Washing the thought away with another sip of coffee, he stood and frowned. No, he thought, he would not let it get to that point. He refused.

He left the greenhouse and walked along the shoreline, his mind racing with the various plans he had been putting together for the past two months. They were all suicide missions, he knew, and without the support of Tatara and the others, he was left with little to work with. But he refused to abandon her, he couldn’t, even if he was ordered to do so. It was ironically intimidating in its own way - ignoring an order. He rebelled against Touka by joining Aogiri, but that rebellious spirit of his had died down over the years and soon enough, he found himself comfortably obedient under Tatara’s commands. He had no love for humans, least of all the CCG, but his place in Aogiri was no longer defined by that hatred. Even when following Eto and Tatara on their mission, he was no more than a soldier, a dog, responding to the orders of his masters. And now...now he was once again a rebellious teenager doing what it was he wanted. It was indeed intimidating, but in a way, also exhilarating. Regardless, this was not for his sake and he could no longer afford to be embarrassed by the fact that he cared deeply for the timid, crying girl that he wanted to call his friend. His ally. 

It was perhaps the only reason why he found the courage to contact Touka again. 

. . .

I want to ask you something next time I visit.

Haise had bashfully spoken these words to Touka the last time he came by her cafe. His usually pale cheeks were flushed and he kept his eyes away from hers as he stumbled over his own words. A bashful smile grew on his lips as he spoke and with a gentle politeness, and Touka told him that she was looking forward to whatever it was he wanted to ask. 

Except, three months have now passed and he has not shown up since. The winter was beginning to end, Christmas came by and went, and Touka was beginning to lose hope of seeing him again. It was selfish, she knew, to crave these visits, knowing that it was best for him to stay away from the past that once caused him so much pain. And still, whenever she saw those familiar, light-grey eyes of his, and heard that lighthearted voice that reminded her so much of the days they once spent together in Anteiku, she yearned to have him nearby. She wanted him to remember her, at least. No, that was asking for too much, and she was sure to remind herself this each time he came up in her thoughts. It was just painful, having to accept these changes that she had no power or control over. It was a reminder that she cannot live without loss. 

Though Haise’s presence, his mere existence, was proof of that, she could not find it within herself to turn him away and keep her distance. If not that, then to at least act aloof. It was how he looked at her that made her pause, that made her hesitate. He looked at her with so much admiration, finding any excuse to strike up a conversation with her. He even visited the cafe alone, away from the eyes of his subordinates, and kept her company during the more quiet hours of the evening. It occurred to her that she had seen these eyes before, many years ago when he was just a human enjoying the mundane pleasures of human life; those eyes that now look upon Touka once looked at Rize, before the tragedy took away the tranquility from his life. She tried to deny it at first, insisting that he was simply being friendly, but when she thought about the alternative meaning, her heart fluttered with immense joy. How could she deny that his liking of her made her happy? How could she possibly say otherwise? She tried to fight against it, of course, but every visit he made only confirmed her suspicions. It was as painful as it was heartwarming. Needless to say, she was sure to keep these thoughts to herself. 

It wasn’t until late April that Haise made an appearance again. He came alone to the shop late in the evening and with a timid apology, he asked if the shop was still open. He must have known that it was around the time that Touka would usually clean up and close the cafe, but she was unwilling to send him away after all this time. She smiled and told him that he’ll be her last customer for the day. At this, he gave her a smile that made her heart leap - the kind of smile that could light up any dark room, and that alone made his visit worthwhile. As he entered the shop, she noticed that he looked somewhat different: his darker strands were beginning to drown out his white hair and he seemed more...tired, his cheeks more gaunt. 

“I’m sorry I haven’t been around lately. I know I said I was going to ask you something last time I visited, but things came up.” He sat down on the stool opposite Touka, who stood behind the counter. She was already brewing him his coffee. “Every time I thought I had spare time, someone else needed me for something else-- ah, well, no use complaining. Please forgive me.” 

He bowed his head, a distinct regret in his tone. From what she has heard from others, Touka knew of recent CCG ongoings and how they had raided the ghoul auction that those clowns were hosting. She also heard that Hinami had been taken as a prisoner when Aogiri interfered, and that it was Haise that had saved her. There were so many things she could tell Haise at this moment and show him how much she understood. She wanted to both slap and hug him, to berate him and thank him. So many words lay on the tip of her tongue, but in the end, she knew better. 

“Please, don’t worry. I just hope that you’ve been okay.” She finally said as she poured him a mug of coffee. He looked up with relief and took a deep breath, his hands grasping each other on the counter. “So,” she passed the coffee to him, “what was it you wanted to ask?”

His face turned pink at this question and he laughed nervously in response, taking a sip of her coffee. “W-Well, you see…” He gulped and Touka smiled patiently. “I wanted to ask...how do you make such delicious coffee!” He laughed as he raised the mug, his other hand rubbing his chin. Touka’s smile faltered for a moment and she shrugged. 

“I used to work at a different cafe.” She said, her voice tinged with pain. “He made wonderful coffee back then. He’s gone now.” She sighed and looked up, Haise flushed with embarrassment. “I try my best to make my coffee just as he did.”

“I see.” Haise coughed awkwardly and took another gulp of coffee, his brows furrowed. “Kirishima-san.” He looked up now with some determination. “Forgive me, that wasn’t the question I wanted to ask. I was going to ask if you had...plans for Christmas, but - ah, well, it’s too late for that.” He scratched the back of his head nervously, his blush still apparent. To his surprise, Touka began to laugh and at first, he was ashamed and began to shrink away, defeated. 

“That’s so sweet of you.” She said through her laughter, and soon enough, Haise began to laugh along. But as she laughed, her eyes began to water, and before Haise could notice, she turned away to wipe away her tears. 

“Kirishima-san?” Haise said with some nervousness, worried he may have upsetted her. 

“I’m sorry, it’s just,” she sniffed, “that really was so sweet of you.” She wanted to call him Kaneki, she wanted him to remember and to call her the way he used to. At times, she wondered if there was some larger deity out there mocking her with these precious interactions, or perhaps this was her fault for letting him inside when she should have sent him away. The line between what she should and should not do was always blurred, but now she could not see the line at all. His comfort was all she wanted and yet, that was something she should no longer expect if he were to live a happier life. 

She turned back after wiping her tears and apologised once again. With some hesitation, Haise reached out and placed a hand on top of hers, assuring her that there was no need to apologise. His touch was warm and gentle, his words a gentle caress. They remained that way for a moment before they both pulled away nervously. 

“I hope I’m not overstepping your boundaries.” Haise confessed, finishing his coffee. “I’ve been feeling guilty about it for a while, I hope I haven’t offended you.”

“Of course not.” She brushed back her fringe and looked at him with both eyes, taking in his appearance once more and hoping that she may see it again in her dreams. “If you’d like, maybe we can do something during the summer. Maybe attend a festival together.” 

“Y-Yes! That sounds wonderful! Hopefully my schedule will be free, but I’d very much like that.” 

After talking for a few more minutes, he paid for his drink and left. It took all that Touka had to let him leave and once she saw him turn the corner in the street, the tears began to flow. She crouched down behind the counter and sobbed, leaning her head back against the wall as the warm tears rolled down her cheeks. Squeezing her eyes shut, she reached up and held her parent’s wedding ring, its weight heavy in the palm of her hand. With a small, sorrowful voice, she called out for them, pleading for their guidance. A part of her wished that Haise had never met her to begin with, that fate will keep them forever apart as long as he was happy, but she knew that she would hate nothing more than to never see him again. It pained her to think that she’ll never see those eyes again, those eager eyes filled with nothing but affection. If he wasn’t going to remember her, what was the point of it all? She wiped away her tears with a clenched fist and slammed it down onto the floor with a grunt. 

Standing back up, she solemnly locked the door and closed the blinds, hugging herself all the while. In the staffroom, before she turned off all the lights, she spent one more moment looking at the photo Irimi took of them years ago during their days working at Anteiku - both of them peacefully sleeping the afternoon away. At first, Touka hated the embarrassment she felt when looking at the picture, insisting that it was worthless. But she was glad she kept it all this time. Maybe, one day, such days will be the norm once again. Could she afford to hope for such things? Maybe not, but she knew she would anyway. She just can’t stop herself from loving Kaneki. 

[ukiyoexo]

COFFEE ADDICT. — NMY

PAIRINGS — nct, nakamoto yuta x reader

GENRES — ghoul!yuta, tokyoghoul!au, student!reader, uni!au, fluff, angst

SYNOPSIS — yuta, the boy who sits two rows in front of you in biology class. yuta, the boy who has a secret he could never let you find out about. yuta, the boy with an undying craving for flesh and addiction to coffee. yuta, the boy who ends up saving you?

WARNINGS — violence, blood, idkkk

WORD COUNT — 1.5k+

TAG LIST — @uwu-yifan @peachjaem00 @heartyyjeno @guccichan @morkleeskneecaps

NOTE — ayyyy this is kinda messy but i wanna write more tokyo ghoul stuff because this was fun :)))

DEVILTALES — MASTERLIST

tokyo. the city that never sleeps. the city of big dreams and big problems — big ghoul problems.

you had heard plenty about the ghoul situation in tokyo before you had even applied to uni in the city. it was hard not to. not only was it printed in black bold lettering on the front of every newspaper after every attack, but you also found them incredibly fascinating. you were almost drawn to them, the mystery that surrounded them, the unknown.

but maybe that curiosity was always going to be your downfall.

since you had first moved to tokyo, there had been more attacks than you could count. the days between them descreasing each time. it was scary, of course, the stay at home orders and the many warnings to not go out at night increasing.

and you mostly followed them, but you would be lying if you said you weren’t partly intrigued.

♡ ♡ ♡

“afternoon class,” your professor welcomed you all, scribbling a topic on the slate board at the front of the class in large, scrawled white chalk. you had always loved biology, that’s why you chose it as your major. not only was interesting and you were constantly learning new things, but it just encouraged your aspirations to one day study the ghouls that ran the city. “today we’ll be learning about mutation.” he continued as you copied down the title.

you were good student, you paid intention in class and you got the work, often coming out with top grades. but recently you had been distracted by something, or more specifically someone.

the transfer from osaka that sat in front of the class and wore his cherry red hair in a ponytail was quite hard to miss. same went for his addiction to coffee, a cup from the same coffee shop downtown held in his hand every time he walked into lectures.

at first, you hadn’t payed much mind to him. you were working towards your dream and weren’t going to let some boy with bright hair distract you. but it was hard not to be intrigued — there was your undying curiosity again. sure, he was good looking, and looked like he had been carved by the gods or whatever, but that wasn’t what pulled you in.

he was different. the way he acted, the way he held himself, the aura that surrounded him. there was something different about him and you couldn’t quite place it, apart from the fact that he did quite literally only seem to live on the caffeine filled beverage.

class wraps up quickly, your attention only drawn to the boy a couple times. although you couldn’t help but notice how he seemed more invested in his note taking than normal.

at the end of this lecture, you’d normally head straight home to avoid the streets in the dark, but your biology had set an essay to be done with a rather tight turn around.

you could have, of course, organised your time to get it done another time. but it was one night, you would be fine, right? besides, a part of you was so fascinated by the beings that you almost wanted to see the things that stalked the city.

the library is quiet, most people not wanting to have to risk the journey home. yet it’s helpful, actually. you manage to plan and write most of your essay without much difficulty. but maybe that was because it was also on a topic you loved: ghouls.

you’re mid way through a sentence when you get a notification from your phone. a random text from your friend, some stupid meme, your attention drawn instead to the time that’s glaring back at you.

it was late, later than you had intended. and too late to really be out.

you pack up quickly after that, heading out of the library and making your way down the safest path home. you had your keys slid between your fingers, although you didn’t know how much use they would come to if an incident did occur.

the night is cold and black. an icy, darkness that seems to coat the city and leaves a shiver running down your line, chills prickling your skin. you continued down the street, making a sharp left turn. it’s a blind corner, one that you shouldn’t have taken, one that should have made you choose another route. but you had taken it anyway, maybe it your curiosity again that drew you to it.

you notice the blood first, a steady stream of thick red liquid trickling down the street, dripping it’s way down the drain. then the sound of ripping. meat tearing. flesh.

the gulp from your throat is audible, your eyes not even fully up as your feet begin to shuffle back, you don’t feel as intrigued or nearly as brave as before.

you try to escape, but it’s too late.

you see her eyes first. a fluorescent red surrounded by a black that matched the night sky. her hair a violet, bright shade that seemed to contrast the dark look on her face. a hungry look. “p- please- i won’t tell anyone i saw you- just-”

“just let you go? is that what you going to ask me, dear?” she inches closer and you wish you could run but your frozen, not only trapped by the crippling fear but by the ‘claws’ that extended from her body. “do you really want your last words to be pitiful begs?” her hand reaches to cup your neck, touch almost delicate. “i- i-”

“let her go rize.” your stammered words are interrupted by the voice of a man, his tone calm and steady. the woman shifts her attention away from you at his command but her hand remains gripping at your throat, tightening ever so slightly. “yuta?” she almost smiles.

the name is familiar yet you cant quite yet place why.

“i thought you didn’t hunt these pests anymore?” her face contorts into a pout, patronising the man who you still hadn’t caught a glimpse of. “i don’t.” he states and you can hear his teeth gritting. 

“and i thought your binge eater days were behind you?” he fires back, a bit more aggressively than before. 

rize’s head cocks at his words, body turning, hand dragging you with her. 

the way she smiles is so sickly and sweet, tongue poking out to wipe the reamining blood from her last victim from her lip. “you know her, don’t you?”

your gaze flickers up at her question, curious eyes scanning up the body of the man who had at least delayed your murder. his red hair catches your attention first, a vibrant shade that you recognise, although it’s no longer in a ponytail, instead framing his chiselled face. his jaw is clenched but his eyes are wide. “oh, did you not want her to know what you are?” she opens her hand, letting you fall to the ground. her claw instead coming to pin you to the ground. 

you had read about hers before,a rinkaku kagune, it’s strong and pushes hard against your chest until you’re gasping for air.

“you should have stopped when i told you to,” the boy who you had only known from biology spits back, and for some reason you can’t help but think how stupid you were for not piecing the clues together, the fact that you had only seen him consume coffee should have been enough for you to realise.

he was a ghoul.

and he was powerful. 

his kigune seems to glow in light of the moon, its a bikaku, one of the only one’s that can properly disarm a rinkaku. 

he strikes, hard, quick movements that leave the pressure on your chest weakening. rize attempts to strike back but he’s cut through half her kigune claws before she can even process fully what’s going on. you expect him to finish her off completely but he stops just there, “go before i kill you.” he grits and you scowl on her face twist. “you’ll see me again, yuta.” she mutters harshly, walking over to where her prior victim lay, picking up the body before leaving.

yuta seems to keep his cool as he makes his way over to you, extending a hand which you take with your own shaky one. his eyes meet your eyes and his whole demeanour seems to shift, “don’t tell anyone,” he states quietly, a stark contrast from his prior tone, “please.” 

you don’t get an opportunity to respond before he’s turned around again, he moves quickly, leaving you standing frozen with little time to thaw from your fearful state.

you don’t sleep much that night, mulling over what yuta had asked of you. you barely knew him, if at all, and how could you trust that he wasn’t just another senseless ghoul who killed the innocent people you saw in the newspaper. you want to keep his secret but it’s a big ask, and you don’t know if you can.

morning comes and it’s another biology class. you wonder if he’ll be there, how he’ll act. but you’ve already made up your mind nonetheless. 

you enter the classroom lightly later than normal, having taken a detour to the campus. yuta’s sat in his same spot at the front, and a small smile tugs at the corner of your lips when you see your saviour. your confident, making your way towards him. 

your hand slides a black coffee across his desk and he looks up with wide eyes, his gaze softening slightly when it meets your face but still just as confused. 

“your secret is safe with me.”

[animeyanderelover]

Hi I really loved your "yandere Juuzou with ghoul reader" text so can I ask yan Tooru with ghoul reader? That would be very intresting.

I feel like the situation for them would be very interesting since he’s part of the CCG.

Tw: Yandere themes, obsession, unstable mentality, vicious behavior, violence, threatening, killing

Ghoul darling

🟢Tooru met you most likely whilst on a mission with the CCG, probably on the auction where he had to work as a spy to infiltrate the whole place. Tooru was at that time pretty nervous, standing in front of so many ghouls who all started wanting to buy them after it was revealed that they were a one-eyed ghoul.

🟢After the whole massacre had broken out, Tooru had been forced to fight, feeling anxious and scared, insecure about their skills since they hadn’t even been able to activate their Kagune at that time. And they had to fight quite some ghouls in there, partially being all on their own. And that’s when they met you, their savor.

🟢They had been cornered by a ghoul who had proven to be stronger than expected, having forced them in a corner and leading them to trip, leaving them in a vulnerable positions, having lost their knifes in the process. They honestly thought it would be the end of them, the ghoul already making themself ready to finally finish them off after finding out that Tooru was part of the CCG, explaining that they would kill and then eat them, their Kagune snapping towards them. And in the next moment blood was splattering around, splashing onto Tooru’s face and staining his clothes. And for a short moment Tooru thought that this was the end for them, thinking that they would now die. But that’s when they realized that they didn’t feel any pain, that in fact it wasn’t even their blood. It was the blood of the ghoul, their head having been chopped off.

🟢And as the corpse fell down, forming a pool of blood, Tooru was at first top shocked to do anything, staring with wide eyes at the corpse before slowly letting their eyes travel upwards, being met with the stoic yet slightly worried expression of a ghoul, standing right over him with their Kagune still visible, dripping from all the blood. And for a short moment Tooru thought that you had only killed the other ghoul to eat them yourself, crawling on his four limbs scared back when you stepped closer, but frowned slightly when you suddenly deactivated your Kagune, instead bending down a bit and offering them your hand. At first Tooru just stared shocked at your hand, too dense to understand what you wanted. And even if they did, they were still warily of you. What if this was just a trap?

🟢But the moment you suddenly told him in an almost jokingly tone that you wouldn’t bite, looking like you were about to return your hand, Tooru just quickly grabbed it, more out of reflexes since he didn’t want to be impolite. You helped him getting up on his feet, asking if he was okay to which Tooru could only stutter a yes out, too flustered to do anything else. Was this really happening? Was a ghoul helping them?

🟢You were really kind for someone who openly admitted to them that they would kill them or other investigators, emphasizing that it would be out of self-defense, picking their knifes up and giving it to them, telling them that they would need those, even explaining to them in which direction they had to go if they wanted to meet their friends again. A short wave and a “Take care!”, then you left them completely speechless there, quickly making your way out of the building to save your own butt.

🟢This short moment, this encounter was all that Tooru needed to form an obsession with you. They never told others about you, scared that they would hear the scoldings of the others that they couldn’t trust you and that you were a ghoul which they should have killed. They didn’t want to get their illusions about you destroyed. They were wrong! You were different! You had saved them instead of using the chance to kill them, even having helped them to find the way to their comrades. You had to be better, cut above the rest! They owed you their freaking life!

🟢Tooru wanted to meet you again, to ask you why you hadn’t killed them, hoping that your answer would confirm their delusions. That you weren’t as bloodthirsty and messy as others. They started digging up as much informations as they could about you, finding out that you weren’t in any records, meaning that you weren’t a big number which led to a huge relief from their side. For two reasons. The first one was that this meant no one knew about you so far, Tooru hoping that it would remain this way for forever. The second reason was that this was an enhancement to their delusions. They knew that you were different! You weren’t even known by the CCG yet, meaning that you weren’t as tasteless or unnecessarily cruel like some other big numbers in the records of the CCG!

🟢They did about everything to find you, trailing often through the streets of Tokyo in hopes of magically bumping into you, all whilst never telling anyone about you. And the more time passed by, the more desperate they got with their actions, going even as far as starting to search for other ghouls to question them about you in hopes that they knew you. Whilst also being ready to threaten them, Tooru knew that it would be better to distinguish themself as a ghoul, using the mask made from Uta to mix themself under the ghouls.

🟢But in the end it was the complete other way around than planned even though Tooru couldn’t really complain. You ended up finding him, a few ghouls telling you that recently a strange fellow had started searching for you. Whilst you at first didn’t know who they were talking about, after they had tried to describe that person as good as possible you had a very clear image in your head about who it could be, leading you to searching for Tooru and one day suddenly confronting him on the streets of Tokyo.

🟢A short walk through a park to get a bit more isolation was made, Tooru at first non believing that after so many weeks of searching you were finally here again. And you were a bit amused by all of this, obviously noticing how flustered and nervous they were. It had been a while since someone seemed that way around you. But you hadn’t only searched for them to have a nice talk. You wanted to know why this investigator here had searched for you, going as far as pretending to be a ghoul.

🟢There had wanted to show their gratitude, obviously, you had saved them. And whilst Tooru had of course wanted to see you again, they also had a couple of questions for you. Why had you saved them? You were a ghoul weren’t you? This question surprised you a bit, not knowing really why you had done it either. You guessed...you had just a feeling that their time hadn’t come yet. They seemed to have potential and it would be a waste to let someone die who hadn’t even reached their full potential yet.

🟢The situation was rather interesting, you having never heard, seen or witnessed a CCG investigator before thanking a ghoul for saving their life. And you knew that this should be kept a secret for safety reasons because if the wrong people would find out about this, either you or him would get in bad trouble. In the worst case scenario both of you, but luckily Tooru ensured that they hadn’t told anyone yet. And both of you agreed to keep it that way.

🟢That should have been the end of the story, it should have. But it turned out to only be the beginning, Tooru suddenly asking if you two could see each other again. And that surprised you. Weren’t they a ghoul investigator? They knew that they would get in really big troubles if someone would find out, right? Or did they not care at all? Wow, they had more bones than originally thought.

🟢Tooru wouldn’t kidnap you or lock you away, knowing that they have no right to do so. I imagine it to be really hard for them to meet up with you constantly, needing to be careful with their every movement so no one will catch them. If someone finds out they wouldn’t care that much what will await them, but the moment someone finds out and wants to either kill or catch you in hopes to get some informations, that would be the moment Tooru would start acting. What other choice would they have, meaning a triggered switch to their crazy fellow side. They wouldn’t want this to happen though, so being warily of every step they take should hopefully prevent them from needing to kill someone.

🟢But you yourself would have to do a few things to next to not telling anyone about this. Tooru wouldn’t request much, only that you try to not kill any investigators and be careful with hunting food down. They can’t say that they’re necessarily the most happiest with you killing humans, but on the other hand they know you need food in order to survive and have the strength to defend yourself if needed.

🟢I feel like you two most likely revealed your relationship after Kaneki was trapped in the dragon (this huge tentacle thing known as the dragon). Let’s just imagine that instead of Tooru someone else cornered Touka and threatened to kill her, leading Kaneki to his transformation. Because then ghouls and humans worked for the first time ever together and whilst you two were probably a bit unsure about finally opening up, some people started suspecting naturally that you two knew each other. And when you two were confronted about this, you by your ghoul friends and Yooru by his co-workers, both of you decided to make it public.

🟢Let’s just say the CCG wasn’t exactly happy with this, knowing that Tooru had been secretly having a relationship with a ghoul for this whole time whilst his friends and your friends were kind of buffled, but some were also happy, taking this as a good sign that the CCG and ghouls could live in peace together, your relationship being the living proof of that.

🟢Even if there would have been a few voices who demanded you two to break up or wanting to punish Tooru for what they’ve done, I imagine the most people being supportive of this or accepting this as long as nothing bad would happen. Tooru’s friends (Urie and Saiko) would most likely want to get to know you better whilst your friends would like to get to know Tooru better.

[blue-rose-soul]

How about a Tokyo Ghoul au?

And now we're back to the blood and guts and existential pain! Gotta love it!

Because this is a Tokyo Ghoul AU, it will include some mentions of gore and cannibalism, although I don't plan on going too in depth with that. More like a general acknowledgement it happens.

Hiccup:

Species: Human

Quinque: Inferno

A sword-shaped quinque that retains the original ghoul’s power of pyrokinesis.

Because his father is a Ghoul Investigator, he’s a bit more knowledgeable about ghouls than the average college kid. Hiccup’s father had expected him to join the Ghoul Investigator Training Academy out of high school, but Hiccup chose to go to a liberal arts college instead. When he was fifteen Hiccup was attacked by a ghoul - nicknamed ‘Red Death’ by the CCG - who ripped off and devoured his leg. He only survived the encounter thanks to his dog, Toothless, whose barking drew attention and who attacked the ghoul. Granted, a dog can’t do much to a ghoul, but he was able to distract Red Death long enough for the Ghoul Investigators to close in and execute her. Toothless has some scarring on his flank and lost half his tail from the encounter.

He has been close friends with Jack since childhood. When they were younger Hiccup was the shyer one while Jack was more friendly and outspoken, but as they’ve grown older their dynamic has reversed somewhat. Although he’s still trying to find his place in the world, Hiccup has grown into a stronger, more confident person. When Jack suddenly starts avoiding him and subsequently goes missing, Hiccup begins investigating on his own to find his friend.

Hiccup doesn’t buy into the rhetoric that ghouls are all irredeemably evil. It’s only when he makes acquaintance with some ghouls personally - including discovering his best friend is half-ghoul - that Hiccup becomes an outspoken proponent of peace between the species, to his father’s chagrin and embarrassment. Since ghouls have no choice but to eat humans in order to live, Hiccup wants to find a way they can gain nourishment without taking lives, whether that means discovering an alternate food source, finding a way to make ghouls able to eat other food, or finding an ethical way of obtaining human flesh for consumption.

Eventually he does join the Ghoul Investigator Training Academy in order to gain a better understanding of ghouls as well as to find a way to help the ghoul friends he has made. He also tries to change the minds of other investigators in training, but it is an uphill battle. Ultimately he is only able to sway a small handful of people, including his closest friend in the Academy, Astrid.

Merida:

Species: Ghoul

Kagune: Bikaku

A spiked tail that can shoot small, wickedly sharp projectiles with enough force to penetrate concrete.

Merida is from a wealthy ghoul family that has been hiding in plain sight for generations. Although they are easily able to get human flesh by simply buying it, Merida would rather be able to go out and hunt for herself. She doesn’t hate humans in particular, she just doesn’t see a problem with hunting them since everyone needs to eat to live. The first time she sneaks out with a mask, however, she gets in a fight not with ghoul investigators, but with an older, more powerful ghoul who attacks her for encroaching on his hunting territory. She only gets away from the Devil Bear because her father comes to her rescue.

Following this incident, Merida’s parents arrange for her to start working at a café run by ghouls that caters to human and ghoul customers. Under Mr. Lunanoff, she’s supposed to learn to respect humans. She bickers frequently with her coworker, Jack, who likes to tease her and nicknames her ‘Princess’ two minutes after meeting her. They quickly become good friends who love to annoy the living daylights out of one another.

Merida also attends a public school where she’s supposed to learn to blend in with humans, but she tends to stand out by virtue of being an outspoken, tomboyish girl with a flowing mane of hair who is chauffeured to school every morning. Her first and closest friend at school is Hiccup, who is the first human she’s met who doesn’t write off all ghouls as monsters. As skeptical as she is about the notion that humans and ghouls can coexist, she enjoys his friendship.

Eventually the fact that the café where she works is a ghoul café is leaked and everyone who works there is forced to go into hiding. Merida’s parents are able to protect her, convincing investigators that they were oblivious to the true nature of the café and that the ghouls running it must have hired some humans as camouflage. They are able to pay to have a medical exam faked ‘proving’ Merida is human. But they forbid Merida from going out after or trying to track down any of her friends, so Merida dons the mask once more in order to find them.

Rapunzel:

Species: Half-ghoul (artificial)

Kagune: Rinkaku

Thin, wire-like appendages that look like shining golden hair. She has the most advanced regenerative ability of any rinkaku ghoul.

Growing up, Rapunzel thought of ghouls as something far removed from her every day life. Sure, she knew they existed, but she never expected to meet one and had utmost faith in the ghoul investigators to keep her and everyone she knew safe. Much of this faith comes from the fact that her father is a retired ghoul investigator, but that is the exact reason she is singled out and kidnapped by former Associate Special Class Investigator Gothel. Rapunzel’s father had uncovered Gothel performing illegal experiments on humans and ghouls and put an end to them. Gothel was arrested, but years later managed to escape. She had Rapunzel kidnapped and used as a test subject for her hybridization experiments as an act of vengeance.

Rapunzel is rescued by a group of ghouls working for Mr. Lunanoff and returned to her family, but now a one eyed ghoul she struggles with her new state of being and controlling her hunger. Mr. Lunanoff offers her a job at his café where they will feed her and teach her about ghouls. As scared as she is at first, Rapunzel soon becomes close friends with Merida and Jack, both of whom she is shocked to learn are ghouls since she’d been their classmates for a long time without ever suspecting a thing. She’s also shocked to learn that she has more in common with Jack than with the other ghouls.

When she resumes going to school, Rapunzel struggles to readjust to being with humans again. She has to resist the urge to flinch whenever someone calls ghouls monsters, and she’s afraid of getting too close to Jack’s friend Hiccup, who is the son of a top ranked Ghoul Investigator. As much as she tries to avoid being alone with him, she ends up accidentally revealing herself to him when they’re attacked by  a ghoul who accuses her of encroaching on their hunting territory. She is shocked when, after the fact, Hiccup’s main concern is if she’s hurt.

Rapunzel is the one who suggests revealing the fact that their café is run by ghouls to Hiccup, so when that fact is revealed to the CCG she can’t help wondering if it’s her fault. However they soon discover that their identity was leaked by an organization that Gothel is now a part of, in order to force them from their comfortable spot. Rapunzel is recaptured, along with Jack, and is used for this group’s experiments to create more half-ghouls.

Jack:

Species: Half-ghoul (natural)

Kagune: Ukaku

Ice cold wings that can shoot crystalline shards. They can also shine with radiant light.

Jack’s mother tried to keep him oblivious to his ghoul half for as long as possible. As a small child all he knew was that he had severe ‘food allergies’ and could only have meals his mother specifically prepared for him. As he grew older, Jack slowly became aware that something wasn’t quite right. Especially when his half-sister was born and he was never allowed to be alone with her, and was only allowed to hold her after he’d eaten. And when he realized that his ‘special diet’ pretty much consisted of raw meat and water.

After learning he is half-ghoul, Jack starts pulling back from his best friend, whose father is a Special Class Investigator. He also keeps his distance from other humans, scared of being discovered. He’s not so much afraid that he’ll be executed, but the law says any humans discovered harboring a ghoul will be given the death penalty. His greatest fear is that his mother will die because of him, and his little sister will be left an orphan. When she realizes how stressed and depressed he’s becoming, his mother introduces him to Mr. Lunanoff at his café, which is where she’s been getting Jack’s food from. Mr. Lunanoff has been looking out for them because Jack’s father was a close personal friend of his - an SS-ranked ghoul whose phosphorescent kagune earned him the nickname ‘Nightlight.’

Jack works at the café for a few years before Merida and Rapunzel join. Thanks to Mr. Lunanoff and the others he begins to feel normal again, although he still worries about the consequences for his family and for Hiccup if he were ever discovered, so he’s begun keeping Hiccup at arm’s length. This becomes more difficult when new girl Rapunzel brings Hiccup to the café out of the blue.

When their café is exposed, Jack is forced to go into hiding with the others since they don’t have access to the same resources Merida has. He doesn’t tell his mother or Hiccup what’s happening in the hopes that keeping them in the dark will keep them safe from the CCG. He hopes that the CCG will assume he’s an artificial ghoul like Rapunzel. When the two of them are captured, Rapunzel is used for experiments while SS-rank ghoul Pitch Black keeps Jack for himself.

Kozmotis Pitchiner:

Species: Ghoul

Kagune: Rinkaku

Pitch black tentacles that can induce horrific visions in those they touch.

Leader of an organization of mostly ghouls who wants to tear apart the CCG and create a new society of ghouls. At one time he tried to recruit fellow SS-rank ghoul Nightlight to his cause. However, Nightlight had fallen in love with a human woman and put a stop to Pitch’s plan in order to protect his lover and their unborn child. Pitch was badly wounded in the battle and lost most of his followers. Since then he has slowly been gathering allies and resources in order to resume his plan. He still harbors a grudge towards Nightlight and wants to get revenge by swaying Nightlight’s son to his side.

Gothel:

Species: Human

A former member of the CCG and a scientist who knows more about kagune, kakuhou, and RC cells than any living person. She believes that the secret to immortality lies in RC cells and began experimenting with transplanting blood, tissue, and organs from ghouls into humans and increasing the RC cell count in ghouls to see what effect that would have on their lifespans. When Pitch breaks her out of prison and gives her the funding and tools necessary to resume her experiments, she immediately targets Rapunzel to get back at the investigator who caught her the first time. To date Rapunzel is her most successful experiment and she is determined to recapture her.

Dagur:

Species: Human

Quinque: Skrill

A projectile launching quinque that spits lightning at its targets.

Dagur is another childhood ‘friend’ of Hiccup’s, though really they only spent time together because their fathers were friends. ‘Were’ because Osvald was disgraced and arrested after it was discovered he had grown sympathetic towards ghouls and helped several ghoul children hide from the CCG. Dagur is determined to erase his father’s failure by attaining the rank of Special Class Investigator and annihilating all ghouls. He considers Hiccup a worthy rival and brother at first, until he discovers that Hiccup has been protecting ghouls as well and trying to convince other investigators to do the same. He takes this as a personal betrayal and is determined to kill Hiccup himself.

Grimmel:

Species: Human

Quinque: Deathgripper

A flexible spear that injects those it strikes with an insidious venom that causes those affected to attack anyone around them - allies included - before ultimately killing them.

Current head of the CCG. Special Investigator Grimmel is known as Grimmel ‘the Grisley’ to humans and ghouls alike for his brutal methods dealing with the ghouls. He considers ghouls little more than animals and wishes to completely eradicate them. He utterly despises Hiccup for sewing dissent among the junior investigators and spreading the idea that ghouls are people.

Stoick:

Species: Human

Quinque: Skullcrusher

A giant hammer that can smash through even the toughest koukaku shells.

A special investigator widely feared by the ghouls. Stoick takes great pride in protecting humanity from the ghouls and wishes for his son to follow in his footsteps. He begins to question his entire life’s purpose when he is saved from Pitch Black by a young white-haired ghoul, no older than his son.

Other notes:

Eugene is another student in the Big Four’s school. Before she is turned into a half-ghoul, Rapunzel had a budding romance with him. She cuts it off afterwards, not wanting to endanger him.

Heather is also a Ghoul Investigator in training. She is one of the first volunteers to under go an experimental procedure that will let Ghoul Investigators summon quinques from inside their bodies like kagunes. Afterwards she is often used on undercover missions where she pretends to be a ghoul.

The Guardians are all ghouls who work at Mr. Lunanoff’s café. They unofficially adopt the Big Four, including full human Hiccup.

Jack’s hair is originally brown, but it turns white from his experiences after being captured by Pitch. He dyes it brown again in order to keep a low profile.

Because her regenerative abilities are so advanced, Rapunzel actually ages somewhat slowly. She’s not immortal, but she does have the capacity to live an extremely long life.

Merida eventually unlocks pyrokinetic abilities with her kagune.

Nightlight is presumed dead after his last big battle with Pitch Black. Then again, Pitch Black was presumed dead in that battle as well.

Jack’s little sister doesn’t know he’s a half ghoul, and he’s terrified of the thought of her ever finding out because he doesn’t want her to be afraid of him.