#tgfic

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Title: Merry Christmas, I Love You

Pairing: Kaneki/Ayato

Synopsis: Happy, nein angst AU where they are two simple humans living together, and celebrating Christmas.

Ayato knew what was coming, but his heart still skipped a beat as he unlocked the lock to his apartment door. His eyes widened when he saw Santa Claus staring back at him. The foot he used to gently kick the door shut wobbled. This is going way too far...

“Merry Christmas, Ayato-kun! Hohoho!” In his boyfriend -- Ken’s -- outstretched arms there was a poorly wrapped gift. It was clear from the wrapping that it was a body sized plush bunny.

Still, Ayato was happy. It was more than he had expected; he had casually mentioned that he really wanted a huge bunny from Santa who he’d never met before (hell yes, he believed in Santa!).

Cheeks turning a little pink, Ayato accepted the gift. “Thank you,” he mumbled. He knew Ken would have a goofy smile on his face now, and it’d totally ruin the moment, so he kept his head burrowed in his new best friend.

“I’m glad you like it, Ayato. There’s more inside.”

There’s more? Ripping the wrapping apart so he could sink his fingers into the soft fur of the bunny (he loved it; he’d name it Shittyneki), Ayato silently strolled after Ken, wondering when would be a good time for his own gift.

There was a feast today; from turkey to his favourite dessert to wine (Ayato had just turned legal this year). The layout was another thing he’d mentioned ages ago; how did Ken remember all of them? It was a little too much for his heart to bear.

“How is it? ...Ayato? Is something the matter?”

“...” You’re so unfair, dammit. 

“Ken, c’here.” Ayato settled his bunny on the ground,  its ears tickling his neck. He was sure his face was red as a tomato by now. Ken did as he said -- slowly, for he was unsure of what to expect.

Then Ayato just pulled him by his fake beard for a quick kiss before hugging him by the neck, tight enough that it was hard for Ken to breathe, not that he minded.

“Umm, what I have isn’t something as grand as any of these... but it’s something you said you wanted...” God, his heart is beating so quickly... Or is that mine?

“So, uh, Merry Christmas, and, um... er, Iloveyou.”

The sound from Ken’s throat in that moment could only be described as a satisfied, high pitched squeal. It was a strangely intimate night.

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Title: Love more, hurt more

Pairing: Shirazu/Urie

Sypnosis: Urie doesn’t think he can go through it a third time (and he better hadn’t).

“Its always the one who love more that hurt more.” - He dragged himself into this whirl of emotions. God, he hated himself.

Urie had never wanted to go through death a second time. He’d sworn upon his deceased father he’d keep his emotions in check while working as an investigator. Forever.

Yet, those locked up feelings still ended up being released… just for Urie to be crushed a second time by his own helplessness. Only this time, it felt much, much worse.

It’s been three months since then. Shirazu’s wounds had already fully recovered, yet the damned guy just wouldn’t wake up. The doctor had concluded that it was because he thought he was dead. “It’d take some time,” he had said. 

“Well, screw that shit,” Urie was flaring – he always did when he recalled that doctor’s face. What good is he if he couldn’t even save Shirazu? He did all the damned work of recovering himself!

Urie forced his lips into a thin line as he held out his pass to the guards outside Shirazu’s hospital room. It was a standard procedure, even though nearly everyone in the hospital recognises him. He did come every day without fail, after all.

Today, Urie noticed something off about the guards. They were more stiff and were biting their lips the way he was. Neither met Urie’s eyes.

(You’ve got to be fucking kidding me…)

His expression did a 360; his brows creased together, his eyes narrowed and his kakugan formed the way it did when Urie was at the end of his rope. With a cry he knocked both the guards out in a punch and bust the door open.

Empty.

(No!)

What the fuck was this shit? Didn’t they say Shirazu would be OK? Didn’t they say his condition was stabilizing and that ‘there was nothing to worry about’? Wasn’t Urie promised the best care for him?

So why?!

“Who the fuck allowed you to fucking die a second time?!”

“Huh? Who died a second time?”

(What?)

Was Urie hearing things? God, he’s gone insane. Urie Kuki was hallucinating about a guy he’d wanted dead for so long! The change was hilariously drastic that he howled with laughter.

(How pathetic.)

“O-Oi, Uriboy… you 'kay?”

(Stop it.) Just… stop it. Urie could practically feel Shirazu’s warmth, hear his imaginary footsteps.

A tap on the shoulder had Urie jumping and he slashed at the arm as he did a turnabout.

And there he was.

“Woah, you wanna go?! When I’m feelin’ like shit?!”

“…” Urie didn’t reply; he was too stunned to. His mouth was gaping open. At the sight, Shirazu cocked his head. Urie never really did show any expressions other than anger and disgust at him before. But now he looked... strangely relieved.

“Uribo...” Whatever Shirazu wanted to say was cut off by Urie’s unexpectedly strong hug. He squeezed so tight Shirazu could barely breathe, as though he was trying to confirm this was real. Was he?

Thank God he’s still alive.

“...Urie, are you actually... crying?” Shirazu’s voice was filled with disbelief.

“Shut the fuck up, Shirazu,” Urie’s vision was blurry, but he managed to grab at Shirazu’s hospital gown and gave him an over shoulder throw, straddling him before he even hit the floor. “Why the heck did you leave your room?! I thought you were fucking...”

(Dead.) Urie’s lips trembled at the thought of the word.

“Fuck, that hurt. I was just thirsty and there wasn’t any water in the room, so I wanted to get som...”

“You could’ve asked one of those fucking guards outside to do it for you! Why did you have to go out yourself?! You just recovered! What if you...”

(Collapse a second time?!) Urie bit on his lips so hard it begun to bleed. It stung, and the burning in his chest told him this was real. 

“Fuck, Urie...!” Shirazu forced himself into an upright position and slapped both hands onto either side of Urie’s cheeks, forcing their eyes to meet.

“Look at me. I’m here.”

“...!” The kiss came almost naturally. As though they’d done it thousands of time. As though they weren’t at each other’s throats for as far as they could remember. Shirazu licked away the blood on Urie’s lips, causing him to shudder.

It was suddenly awkward when their lips parted. Urie’s vision blurred again; it wasn’t the tears this time. (Oh.)

“Sorry, Shirazu.”

“Yeah, you’d better be damned sorry for throwing a pati...”

“Not for that.”

“Then what for?”

“This.” Urie’s eyes rolled to the back and Shirazu caught him just in time.

“Shit, don’t do that...” He bumped his forehead against Urie’s. “Thank you for taking care of me the past three months.”

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pairing: kaneki/ayato [students!au]

3 part ayakane/kaneato drabble. sorry i didnt bother with capitalisation for these :’D

#1: let’s date (because i think you want to)

it started off as short messages left in his shoe locker.

words like “i like you, shitass.” or “go out with me, motherfucker.” the person had even gotten the kanji for ken’s name wrong. even though the handwriting was more of messy scribbling, each message was ended with a drawing of a cute bunny.

then one day they switched to text messages; ken had no idea how they got his phone number. they said roughly the same thing (except now in neater, digital text), and ended with a bunny emoji.

about a week later, ken saw his “admirer” in his university. they -- he -- was easy to spot; he wore a bunny shirt, had two bunny clips keeping his hair from covering his face, and was publicly... stalking ken after class.

even though the boy -- ken asked and learnt that his name was kirishima ayato -- had the appearance of a fluffy-dressed delinquent, he didn’t dare approach ken and instead tried to poorly blend in with the students.

for some reason, ken found that cute and in the end, it was ken who went up to ayato and outstretched his hand:

“hello, cute bunny-kun. i take it as you’re my secret admirer? won’t you please go out with this shitass/motherfucker?”

#2: let’s kiss (because i think i want to)

ken looks up; he catches ayato staring.

“...what?”

refusing to look ken in the eye, ayato mutters a “nothing”. frowning, ken returns to reading, then feels ayato’s eyes on him again.

ken tears his eyes away from his book again, this time his expression more stern.

“what?” he hisses lowly; they’re in the library and ken didn’t want to attract anymore attention. it was already the talk of both his university and ayato’s high school that they’re dating.

“ -- ... shit,” ayato ruffles his already messy hair. ken had recently learnt that it was a natural purple and not dyed, which was a wonder in itself.

“it’s just, well, you... you just looked so damned cool when you’re studying.”

the blush on ayato’s cheeks had ken turning scarlet himself. maybe he’s actually more in that he thought.

at the thought, ken found himself sighing in defeat. “hey, ayato. c’here for a bit,” he gestures with his hand.

“...? what is it, you bastard...”

shielding them from view with the help of his textbook, ken kissed ayato. it was only a quick, light peck; he pulled away immediately.

the look on ayato’s face said it all. ken chuckles. “i just had a feeling that i had to kiss you is all.”

#3: let’s move in together (because we love each other)

in the blink of an eye, three years had passed. 

ken had graduated from university and ayato is finishing his final year. ken hadn’t thought they’d actually last this long together.

as he drives ayato to his graduation exam, ken can’t help but think back to the past three years. it had been fun.

“fun.” a word ken wasn’t accustomed to using with people. his idea of fun had always revolved around books, and now it included ayato. in fact, ken could easily see himself in the far future with ayato.

has he become such a large part of my life? 

ken chews on his lips, the way he does when he’s deep in thought. ayato notices, and nudges his elbow.

“focus on the road. don’t worry; i’ll be fine. i may be stupid, but with all your teaching, there’s no way i can fail.”

“...yeah. yeah, that’s right. hey, ayato?”

“mm?” ayato was already busy reciting formulas, which ken found cute.

oh my god, i’m really in deep, aren’t i?

ken clears his throat. “you know... after you graduate, why don’t we move in together?”

silence. ken risks a peek at ayato after a minute. then he found himself grinning.

“hey now, cute bunny-kun. what are you crying for?”

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Kaneato Fanfic

Title: Surprise, Surprise

Pairing: Kaneki/Ayato

Synopsis:  Who would've thought Ayato's scared of cockroaches too?

Ayato was a trained killer. He probably knew 100 ways to break one’s neck even without his kagune. So when a guy like him starts going “GAHHHH!” in the middle of the night, isn’t it normal for Ken to go running to his rescu—

“What the fuck?” Ken’s hands broke the door of their room down while his kagune reached for the boy in the kitchen, too concerned to care what each part of his body was doing as long as they got to Ayato.

“Don’t just stand there! Help me!”

But still Ken remained frozen. How was he to react at the sight before him? Ayato was on one of their dining chairs, hands grabbing onto its top rail, shaking in what could only be fear. His kakugan pupils were focused on something eerie…

“…A cockroach?” Was Ken meant to scream as well or to roll his eyes or to cry at the fees he’d have to pay for the repair of his door later? Ayato the cold blooded ghoul was afraid of a cockroach? It ****** and ****** (censored due to the horror on Ayato’s face), and Ayato jumped, almost falling off the chair.

“HURRY UP AND GET RID OF IT!” it was the look on Ayato’s face that did it after all. With a not-so-well suppressed laugh, Ken picked up the cockroach by its antennas and flung it out of the kitchen window, earning a shriek from Ayato as it flew past him.

They stayed like that for a few moments; Ken with his arms open in case Ayato falls off the chair, and the latter evening his breathing as the embarrassment catches up on him. At last Ayato jumps off the chair silently, face a shade of scarlet. Even his footsteps as he scurried to wrap his arms around Ken were gentle.

“…Forget all that,” Ayato muttered as he squeezed Ken so tightly he felt his organs might spill out (fortunately for him, he was used to this treatment).

“Hmm… I’ll think about it.”

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Kaneato Fanfic

Title: The Next Morning

Pairing: Kaneki/Ayato

Synopsis: A sort-of sequel to this. It was written on a whim, and hence not proofread!

Ayato glanced left, then right. He would have even looked behind his back if he thought it’d help. After long moments of looking at his map, he sighed. Where the hell was his class? He was completely, utterly lost on his first day in the college section of the darned big school. Dammit.

There was an easy way out, of course. It would be effortless for him to fish out his phone and dial the one number he never wanted to dial – Touka, his sister, a senior in the school. But he won’t. Ayato definitely won’t call her until he had no other alternatives. For now, he just had to keep looking.

Twenty minutes later, and Ayato was even more lost than before – if that was even possible. He rubbed his nose in annoyance and frowned at the map for maybe the millionth time, eyebrows drawn tightly together. There were seniors and even some lecturers who lingered as they passed him by, as though they knew he was lost, but were too afraid to help him all the same. The only reason they didn’t come up to him was… well, he wouldn’t come up to him either.

“UGH!” Ayato ripped the map apart. Fuck it; how big could a school be? Only pride stubbornness kept him from jumping at a stranger and demanding where the hell was the class for Literature Level 2 taking place. Reluctantly, he flopped himself onto an empty bench, dug into the pocket of his denim jeans for his phone, finger hovering over the speed dial button. I knew I shouldn’t have taken her up on this whole school shit offer. High school was shitty enough, and now college. College! Jesus.

He paused as he felt certain somebody come up to him silently. Ayato didn’t even hear him until he saw the shadow hovering over him. His head snapped up, and out of reflex he fixed a scowl on his face, hoping to ward the stranger off. The scent registered before the looks did. Ayato cocked his head, taking another whiff of the familiar scent, eyes searching for something – anything – on the man’s face. Then his eyes widened in recognition.

Kaneki something had a different hairstyle today, and the only reason Ayato used different was because he couldn’t think of a better word on the spot. Clearly, different was a huge understatement.

Not only did Kaneki have black hair now, it was styled in a very… unique way, to put it nicely. Instead of straight white hair on the train last night, he had black hair now – dye? – and his bangs were brushed to the right. It looked hilarious on him. Add the geek glasses, and he’d be the joke of the year. Anyone who spared him a glance would be able to see how nervous he was. But he was dressed in a suit like yesterday, and of course he looked way too old to be a student.

“Um, excuse me. Might you know the way to this classroom? Today is my first official day in the school, and I thought I wouldn’t need help, but…” Kaneki didn’t seem to recognize Ayato; did he look that different in a uniform? He didn’t take the map, opening his mouth to say he’s lost himself, then doubled over in laughter at the location scribbled below a circled area. No way!

Kaneki something frowned, but said nothing. Ayato took his time recovering. “Sorry. It’s just… You might very well be talking to one of your students.” It was Kaneki’s turn to gape with his mouth open, and Ayato laughed again, surprising himself. He didn’t laugh much, especially not around strangers. It must definitely be the scent on the man.

“Oh. So you’re my student. Um…” Kaneki seemed lost for a moment, then suddenly bowed. “Nice to meet you. I’m Kaneki Ken, your lecturer for Literature Level 2 this year. I hope we get along.”

So his name is Ken. Ayato liked how the name sounded in his head and barely managed to stop himself from saying it out loud. Instead, he stood and bowed as well. “I’m Kirishima Ayato. And, sensei?” Kaneki looked at him questioningly. “I’m lost too, actually.”

And they both laughed. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea?

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Kaneato Fanfic

Title: Spooning

Pairing: Kaneki/Ayato

Synopsis: Just because Ayato hates spooning after sex doesn’t mean Kaneki won’t do it.

6:14am. One can see the sun coming out in the far horizon.

In a certain room of a certain apartment in a certain part of Japan, a couple lay in bed after their 4th round that night -- or morning; whatever.

“If we’re done, get off me,” Ayato grumbles. He’s all sweaty and it’s humid -- he needs a shower, then sleep; not his lover trying to get his wet with sweat body on his back right after sex. To begin with, spooning had never been on his list of things he liked. Of course, that doesn’t stop Ken from doing just that.

As if on cue, a pair of well built arms wrap around Ayato’s naked waist just as he tried to get out of bed, locking him in place. Without saying, that very “place” is against Ken’s chest. Ken’s sweaty chest. Ayato groans as his lover’s head drops onto his shoulder, wet hair tackling his cheek.

“It’s too early for this shit,” he objects halfheartedly. Ayato knows he’s already lost, but no harm in trying, right? Ken simply nuzzles against him with a just as halfhearted ‘mmm’, Ayato’s hands now in his somewhat larger ones, toying with them -- tugging, rubbing, entwining his fingers with his own. “You can shower later. It’s Sunday, after all,” Ken drawls, whispering the words into Ayato’s ears, making him shiver.

Ayato sigh, and relaxes completely, letting himself sink against Ken. “I guess,” he says, tone slightly annoyed and clearly filled with reluctance. Ken chuckles. Ah, he’s sulking. 

“Ayato.”

“What now?”

A kiss lands on Ayato’s lips, soft, light, quick.

“Good morning.”

“Yeah, yeah. Mornin’,” the boy replies, not looking at Ken, returning the grip he felt on his fingers.

6:37am. Ayato still hates spooning straight after sex, but if it’s Ken, he suppose that doesn’t even comes close to a problem.

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Kaneato Fanfic

Title: A Backfired Plan

Pairing: Kaneki/Ayato

Synopsis: Ayato shows Kaneki what he’s learnt from watching TV. (It backfires, though.)

“The boy picks up the a... apple? and takes a bit --”

“Bite.”

“-- out of it.”

Ken couldn’t hold it in; he laughed. It was adorable how the 17 year old boy read a paragraph out of an elementary textbook with that much awkwardness.

“...Shut up,” Ayato grumbled, clearly embarrassed. Why the fuck do I have to do this, anyways? I’ve done perfectly fine the past 17 years of my life without knowing how to read! 

...Luckily, he had a trick up his sleeve. It would probably be even more embarrassing than the paragraph he just read, but at the thought of Ken’s reaction, Ayato decided to go for it.

“Well, how about this then? I learnt it from the TV earlier today...”

He couldn’t hide his smirk as he tossed the book onto the table and put one knee on the couch where Ken sat. The man stopped his soft chuckles when Ayato wrapped both arms around his neck, smiling down at him. “Ayato?” They were close enough that Ken could feel Ayato’s breath.

If what’s on the TV’s true, then now...

“I love you.”

Ken flushed. It’s the first time Ayato ever said anything close to hinting any form of affection. To say it so suddenly’s just --

“--Ha!” Ayato burst out laughing. “You should look at your face right now! Fuck; it’s so hilarious...”

“Is that so?” As he said that, Ken stood, at the same time lifting Ayato up, which forced their bodies to touch.

“W-w-woah! What?!” He’s met with a quick, light kiss on the lips, followed by a smirk of Ken’s own. “I love you too.”

“Gah...” Ayato hadn’t expected that. Well, fuck. My plan backfired, he thought as Ken carried him towards the bedroom.

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Hidekane Fanfic

Title: I’ll Be There Soon

Pairing: Hideyoshi/Kaneki

Synopsis: Kaneki speaks to the limp body he carries in his arms as he makes his way to the punishment he believes he deserves.

Kaneki wipes his tears off his face, off Hideyoshi’s cheek. He puts on a smile, because his best friend is smiling as well, eyes closed, sleeping peacefully. He puts one arm around Hideyoshi’s back, the other around his leg, and easily picks him up. Was Hide... always like this? I... never noticed...

He reaches for a tablecloth which has not yet been burnt, and covers Hide with it so ashes do not fall on him. The fire roars and flames soar high, as though it’s howling at Kaneki to get out of Anteiku. He takes a final, good look at the place he “belonged” -- even if it was only for a short amount of time -- and makes his way out of where the entrance once was.

It’s still snowing. Kaneki has been walking for a long time. In the snow, there are patches of red -- blood shed by those who fought. In the snow, there are bodies -- of those who died in this fight. In there snow, there are people he knew -- people who accepted him for who he is.

His breath is frosty. Kaneki removes the cloth covering Hide’s body and lets it fall onto Koma and Irimi, who though will never move again, he believes to have died with pride.

Kaneki continues walking. More bodies, more mourning. Investigators who noticed him ignores him; they were busy identifying bodies, looking for their loved ones. Kaneki probably would have done the same, if not for the bodies he would be looking for are those of ghouls and those he have found and one in his very arms.

He made a mistake and he knows it. “To eat or to be eaten”; both are wrong. They did not lead to the answers he sought. The choices Kaneki made led to the death of all those he wanted to protect -- all those he made his choices for. 

Screw it all.

Kaneki tightens his grip on Hide’s body as he senses that he is nearing the end of his journey. But he is smiling when he looks down at the lifeless body. For the first time, he is able to walk on the streets without his eyepatch, revealing his one ghoul eye. It’s all because Hide is here with him.

He stops. “...” The man who stands before him now, certainly, he fit the title of that a God. No words were needed. Even though it was their first meeting, Kaneki just knew this man...

Kaneki looks down at Hide, then back up at the man with eyes that said everything he didn’t with his mouth.

The man shuts his eyes and remains silent. For the third time that snowy day, Kaneki gives a wholehearted smile. In death, he sees beauty. Finally, finally, he can stop. Finally, he can receive salvation.

Finally, he can go and meet Hide.