#tsukisasa

[kanekuinke]

Rating: E Relationship: Sasaki Haise/Tsukiyama Shuu Words: 3.8k Summary: The night Tsukiyama loses everything, he becomes the newest ward of Cochlea. In the only way he knows how, Sasaki attempts to reach him.

A “what if Tsukiyama had been captured at the end of the Extermination Arc” fic.

(I know. Tsukikane?? In the year 2018?? Stranger things have happened.)

[japanesezombieheroe]

Happy B-day Tsukiyama-san! ♥♥

▪Tsukiyama Shuu Week▪

→Day 5 - Birthday

[kanekuinke]

Rating: M Relationship: Tsukiyama Shuu/Sasaki Haise Words: 4.1k Summary: They’re in this together.

First new work of the year! So...remember the heat fic I wrote based on @cthonical’s prompt? Well, I wrote a sequel lol. Time for some mpreg/eggpreg~

Sequel to Cicada.

[babyshouyou]

@ui536   ※ Posted with permission from the artist.   Please do not remove the source or repost without permission.

[fvrvta]

"And when your fantasies become your legacy, promise me a place in your house of memories" (p!atd)

[beeftail]

this song should be sufficient commentary

[quinxtrash]

As I Hold You (Tsukiyama/Haise)

Brushing the hair from your face, I can see the eyes of the one who I’d once been so enamored with. My mind swirls with the memories of the one-eyed ghoul, Kaneki Ken, who you’ve replaced. And as I lean in to kiss your lips, I can’t help but wonder if he’s still in there, and if he still loves me. But you are not Ken, and you will never be Ken, and that is alright, I have found happiness with you as well. I’m bound to have fond recollections of the past, I think, stroking your cheek and smiling as I press our foreheads together. What a lovely feeling, to be in love, even if the one I hold so dear shares the body of another I held so close to myself. These memories won’t leave, but they’re not a pain, because I have loved both of you, and slowly, I am getting over my love for Kaneki. I want to be completely devoted to the man before me, I want only to love Haise Sasaki.

You have your own feeling, and maybe that’s what I like most. Maybe I like that even if you have the same body, you feel unique. Your muscles have never been so pronounced, and I can tell you use drug store shampoo, but your hair feels softer than I remember, and it smells sweet. Très bien. I can feel scars on your back, deep scars from the use of your kagune. You should try not using it so much, Sasaki, you have a quinque, and all these drugs they’re pumping you full of make it harder on your body to use your kagune. I’ll bring it up to you later, right now, I’ll just hold you close. You're already settled into my lap, and you're watching something on the tv. I’m not sure what channel you picked, but I’m not sure it matters to me. I am in love with the man sitting in my lap, giving you idle kisses to your neck, smiling against it. It’s odd, the way I can tell when you’re smiling, even when I can’t see it. As I kiss the spot you declared ‘ticklish’ I can hear you laugh a small bit, and it makes my heart flutter.

You are mine. Amour de ma vie. But you are free to leave when you please, free to tell me to leave your home, and free to tell me to never come back. But you won’t, because I know you feel the same as I do. So I sit, kissing up your jawline, before moving to give a peck to your cheek. My arms have been around your waist for a while now, and the program you were watching is almost over. I wonder if we’ll sleep on the couch tonight. Or maybe we’ll sleep in your room. Either way, you’ll get picked at in the morning by your children, and you’ll laugh. You’re so cute in the morning, the way you stretch, with your hair all in a mess, and your eyes looking tired, with a sleepy smile plastered on your face as you let out a groggy yawn. C'est magnifique. I can’t wait to see it.

[kanekuinke]

A short scene, because I’m avoiding responsibilities and in preparation of getting wrecked for chapter 48 lol.

tsukisasa, 316 words

Sasaki remembers that shape. The way it flexes and curves, sharpens to a point at the end. He’d mimicked it himself, learned its intricacies from its wielder.

It had terrified him the first time he’d seen it. A massive kagune built for destruction as well as protection. The second time, it had been offered up as his sword.

He’s seen it in battle. Viewed it up close and personal the countless times it had pinned him to the basement wall. Had traced along its smooth yet brittle exterior, the deep ridges on its surface and firm yet yielding underbelly. It had felt sleek and pliable, bizarrely akin to fish skin that had been descaled.

It’s familiar. Nostalgic. It makes his heart hurt to see it.

It would make a fine quinque.

But it’s better alive. No one could manipulate it better than its owner, use it to such brutal devastation. A koukaku is notoriously difficult to command. This person is in full control of his kagune and uses it to maximum effectiveness.

A sword and a shield: necessary objects for a knight.

Whom is this knight fighting for, this time?

Sasaki releases his kagune in response, gripping his own sword tighter in his hand. He doesn’t want it to come to this, but this man is unpredictable. He’s already lost his family and been dethroned in the space of one night. Lost his only means of escape.

Suffered through the loss of Kaneki Ken.

Should he let him go? Sasaki has a feeling that this person had been someone important to him.

They’re on borrowed time together.

Black and red eyes meet his own. There’s a grimace on the man’s face—it looks like he’s holding back tears. Sasaki knows this man has cried for him before.

“Tsukiyama…san…” Sasaki says, feeling the knife delve deeper into his chest. It might as well have been the stranger’s kagune. “Could we…please talk?”