#kaneki fanfic

[amaya-writes]

Tokyo Ghoul x Reader: He Saves You From A Ghoul Attack After A Fight

Day Eight of The Underrated And The Unwritten

Notes: nearly done with this event omg. also I was thinking about doing a second part this day

Warnings: some gore? just things that are normal in the anime and slight yandere themes

Characters involved: Kaneki Ken, Juuzou Suzuya

Gender-neutral reader

Kaneki Ken

Your wet footsteps echoed across the abandoned alley, with a ragged gasp leaving your form every time your shoe slapped against the concrete.

Normally, you would have simply slunk into a stray corner of the dark street and waited for the ghouls to run past you towards another human, but today was different.

Today, they seemed to be adamant about having you in particular.

Perhaps if you had paid more attention to their intentions you could have saved yourself from such a situation, but after a day of tirelessly arguing with Kaneki about his latest missions with Aogiri Tree.

He was falling in too deep, doing things that he couldn't possibly find his way back from, and as angry as that made you it also worried you severely, something Kaneki chose to disregard and ignore until your built-up emotions exploded.

In your distressed state, you hadn't thought twice about running out of the house empty-handed but as you came to a stop in the dead-end alley you couldn't help but hope you had at least brought your phone with you.

"Where do you think you're running off to, little human? Don't you know us ghouls can easily catch up to you?"

The older man was quick to let out his Kagune as he spoke, with the long blue tendrils leaving no room for you to even think of escaping. Not that you could have in the first place.

You weren't one to shy away from a fight, yet as the ghoul drew closer you couldn't help but cower into the concrete behind you, with the loud racing thumps of your heart drowning out any thoughts of escape.

Unfortunately, they had also drowned out the sweeping sound of another ghoul racing across the rooftop of the house behind you and gracefully falling to the spot before you.

"You know, normally, I don't like killing other ghouls-"

You had never been more thankful to hear Kaneki's voice, but the warmth filling up your chest soon ran cold the second your eyes shifted to register his Kagune.

"-but you really chose the wrong human today."

He didn't even wait for the other man to reply before quickly launching his Kagune forward, with its sharp knife-like tips poking gaping holes into the other ghoul's body until he was but a bleeding pile of flesh on the alley's floor.

It was only then that Kaneki finally chose to turn towards you, wordlessly reaching for one of your palms as he allowed his Kagune to vanish.

"You can get angry at me, hate me, yell and even hit me. I don't care. But don't-"

he sighed as he took a small step forward, with his other hand coming to cup your cheek and wipe away stray tears you hadn't even registered up until then.

"-don't ever put yourself in danger like that again. That's the one thing I cannot accept."

His palm fell away from your face after that, instead falling down to pull the hood of his hoodie up while he tugged on your interlocked hands to lead you out of the alley.

The two of you didn't dare breathe a word to each other, but the way you silently clung onto his hand and didn't try to run away at the sight of his apartment's front door said enough.

Kaneki Ken might have been a misunderstood yet violent ghoul, but he was your ghoul. And as much as you would try to run from it, you were his too.

You just hoped he wouldn't ever forget that.

Juuzou Suzuya

You weren't at the cafe.

It took Juuzou a moment to properly process the sight of the empty booth at the back of the cafe, and another to take in the sight of your favourite book discarded on your usual seat.

Anyone else wouldn't have thought twice about the upside-down novel laying flat in a way that would clearly ruin the pages, but to Juuzou the badly placed book was all the evidence he needed to know that you had left your date in a fit of anger after the little argument.

The blond quizzically tilted his head to the side as he spun on his heels, quickly taking his leave from the cafe to instead stand before the door like a lost child.

It took him a moment, but just as Juuzou was going to convince himself that you had simply rushed to the bathroom sometime after he had, he spotted exactly what he was looking for.

A sign.

The small bracelet discarded beside the lamp post certainly wasn't anything out of the ordinary, but it was enough for Juuzou to confirm two things.

While you had probably left the cafe of your own will, something had gone wrong right as you were about to leave the street entirely.

He didn't even think twice before swivelling to the right towards the back alley he had spotted on his way there, with a breathy laugh escaping his lips the second Juuzou realised he had been right.

You had met one of his old classmates.

Or rather, they had tracked down the only possible weakness Juuzou had and tried to use you for some revenge plan.

He didn't even think twice before letting out his Quinque and charging at the ghoul towering over your injured form, with his mind going into attack mode and forgetting everything else.

It was only when the ghoul lay on the ground before him like a mangled corpse that Juuzou registered his maniacal giggle and the blood dripping down his hand and slowly approaching the end of his white button-up.

However, it was the sight of your widened, fear-filled eyes that had him finally putting down the Quinque in favour of consoling you.

Juuzou felt another giggle bubble up in his ribcage as he squatted down before you, nonchalantly reaching for your form until his arm was casually wrapped around your shoulders and he was pulling you towards him.

"Aw, are you alright, doll? Do you want me to beat him up more for revenge?"

The way you quickly shook your head at his questions only caused another laugh to tumble past his lips as he pulled you up alongside him.

Juuzou took a moment to grab his suitcase before wrapping his hand around your wrist and tugging you along with him, paying no mind to the dying ghoul in the alley as he led you back to the cafe the two of you had planned to meet up at.

"Come on, we can just forget about the stupid fight! We're going to be late and then I won't be able to spend much time with you!"

He could tell the way he was so casual about the entire ordeal got to you by the way your eyes still remained widened as you barely mustered a nod, but Juuzou couldn't bring himself to do anything about your fear, not when he was too busy reigning in his own.

He could have lost you.

Juuzou could have really lost you.

For the first time in forever, Juuzou found himself feeling a sense of fear at the idea of someone's death, and he hated it, for it made him feel like a weak little child.

He hadn't even realised his grip on your wrist had impossibly tightened until you let out a soft whine and retracted your hand, with the action causing Juuzou to finally turn towards you.

"Are you okay?"

"What do you mean? I should be asking you that."

You shook your head at his response, taking a small step forward and abandoning his hand to instead cup his cheek.

"This is why we argue in the first place, Juuzou. You never let me in."

A small sigh left his lips as Juuzou felt all the adrenaline from his small fight leave to instead be replaced with a sunken feeling, one that only worsened his newfound fear.

"If I didn't let you in we wouldn't be together."

"I suppose that's true, but you need to learn to communicate with me."

You took another step towards him, getting impossibly closer until your forehead was resting against his.

"I want to be there for you, Juuzou."

If it had been anyone else, he would have been quick to hide behind his excitable farce and pretend to not be affected by their words, but as his eyes met yours Juuzou couldn't help but feel himself give in and move his hand to rest over the one you placed on his cheek.

"I'll try. For you."

It wasn't a grand change and didn't necessarily fix anything, but somehow his words seemed to be enough for you to finally nod and smile widely as you removed your hand to instead take his palm in yours and lead the way back to the cafe.

Juuzou had always sworn that he would never let anyone in to form connections and play with his heart that would make him vulnerable and just like everyone else, yet as he watched you casually take your seat at the table and set aside your novel, he couldn't help but change his mind.

Perhaps, letting people in wasn't such a bad idea after all.

[creepygutz]

hello!!! ^v^ I saw you write for tokyo ghoul, can I request a short piece about Kaneki preparing himself a whole sandwich with chicken schnitzel and a homemade special sauce before remembering he’s allergic to food? thanks xoxo

btw if you’re not up to this one, I’m happy with anything about Kaneki as long as the relationship between him and the reader (if any) stays platonic 💕💕

oh absolutely !! i haven't written for tokyo ghoul , so i'm v excited for this :] i hope you enjoy !!

warnings: some angst

desc: the request above ^

w.c: 295

request made by: @shewhoeatssand

sunlight shone through the curtains as a pot of coffee brewed, the heavy scent filling the air. kaneki cracked two eggs open, allowing the contents to spill in, adding a tablespoon of Dijon mustard and mixing thoroughly. he was making one of his favorite meals: a burger steak with chicken schnitzel and homemade sauce from his mom's old recipe book. the smell itself could bring him to tears if he let it. tossing a coated chicken breast onto the skillet, he waited a couple minutes before flipping it over to the other side. fingers tapping against the counter top, he got to work on making his burger steak, his favorite food.

ten minutes later, and his meal was finished. he set his plate on the table and poured some coffee into a mug that read 'I WOKE UP LIKE THIS' in bold, navy blue letters. sitting down, he cracked his knuckles, a happy, almost child-like smile growing on his face. picking his burger up, he brought it to his mouth, ready to dig in.

but, as soon as the smell reached his nose, his hand reaching to cover his mouth before he could vomit, he remembered: i'm not human anymore. dropping his burger, he pushed himself from his chair, legs wobbling. he felt like he was gonna faint. or die. the latter sounded like the better option to him at that moment. leaning over the sink, he turned the handle and splashed his face with ice cold water, taking a moment to breathe. patting his face dry with a cloth, he grabbed his mug, taking a long sip of his coffee. he stared hopelessly at the meal, now a pungent sight to see, and felt tears well up in his eyes.

'i'm not human anymore.'

a/n: i hope you enjoyed !! have a good night/day , wherever you are in your corner of the world .

[kitsune024]

Avengers & Tokyo Ghoul Fanfiction Crossover

The Revenant by Greed720

This isn't how he thought it would go, then again his life had been falling apart for sometime now, so maybe he shouldn't have been so surprised that one minute he'd been in Tokyo, and the next he was in a whole other world. In a place without Ghouls, and where no one knew who he was, or what he is.

Chapters 17/?

[meowanian]

“i don’t understand why you are acting this way….you weren’t used to be this aggressive with me-“

“people change, sweetheart, even satan used to be an angel.”

childe, scaramouche, lyney (genshin impact), blade (star rail), kaneki ken (tokyo ghoul), chrollo lucilfer (hxh), mizuki (kamisama kiss), ran, rindou, sanzu, mikey, kazutora (tokyo revengers)

[xotication]

idc what anyone says, i lowk feel like kaneki is such a slut, & he doesn’t even realize it.

like he’ll send you shirtless pics when he wakes up but he means no harm. he just wakes up that way & stretches his arm out to snap a quick pic. you’ll NEVER complain but it’s just so mmm. what’s more is that he doesn’t even think he has a great body or anything, but you drool over every picture.

when you sleep over at his house, he always wakes up before you so he can cook the two of you a nice lil breakfast.. it’s just that when you walk in & see him with no shirt & black sweats hangin from his v line, you damn near drop to the ground. he looks so fucken good with his hair shaggy & his lil puffy sleepy eyes nd swollen lips. you could DIE for this man.

omg nd when he showers, he’ll wrap the towel around his waist & not even like tuck it in. he’s just loosely holding it nd his hands look soso pretty. plus he doesn’t mind if you’re in the room or not.. he’s gonna get changed. & don’t get me started. HIS BACKKKK?! it’s not huge or anything but it’s just nice to look at; the way that his shoulder blades move nd everything. you’ll never feel ashamed for snapping a pic of it either.

when you guys go out, he will not keep his hands off of you. especially if you’re wearing a dress or a skirt..? his full attention is on you. not even just because you look good, but bc he’s making sure that shit doesn’t ride up in the slightest. if it does? he’s wasting no time in running his hands down your body & pulling it down. & he’ll give you a “be mindful, sweetheart. there’s people around” AAAHHHH!!!

you just melt at this. because deep down you know you don’t have to be mindful of shit. his eyes are on you like a fucken hawk. don’t even think abt leaving his line of sight.

kaneki also can never pull you in for a kiss normally?! like when he wants it, he’ll get it. he fucken grabs you by the neck nd pulls you in for one. either that or he’ll lift your chin up & then let his hand rest on your neck. it’s so dwkfjeksk. your mind goes hazy.

one thing abt him is that you literally don’t have to do anything but breathe around him. you’ll be trying to open a water bottle, he’ll come & open it for you. someone’ll ask you a question & he’ll answer it for you. you need to go somewhere? he’s driving you. you’re tired? he’ll carry you to the bed. going out with friends? he’s putting your socks nd shoes on for you. he’s quite literally told you “when you’re with me, you barely have to think baby” like HELLO?! stop that.

also unpopular belief but. he SENDS YOU NUT VIDS!!! like he’ll outwardly tell you he’s horny bc he doesn’t gaf abt tmi. your his partner nd 1,000% the reason he’s feeling that way anyway. so he’ll be sitting pretty in front of his mirror, making the most prettiest noises too. nd he’ll send that shit to you like it’s nothing.

“fuck y/n” “you’re so fucking pretty baby” “making me feel so good— shit” “can’t wait to touch you— gonna fucken cum”

LIKE?!?! i need to stop. i’m fainting.

ugh. i could go on & ON about this man but i’ll leave it here.

[jasscheeks]

the flashes of light from the changing scenes cascaded over your figures, dialogue that fell on deaf ears as he pulled you closer, kissing along the expanse of your neck. you both could still hear the action sounds and the struggle of the main characters, it was a good movie you were sure of it, but nothing sounded better than being on your boyfriends lap.

you'd tapped out of the movie a while ago, the close proximity of you two and the flirty gestures brought you both to this point. maybe it was the pent up sexual tension between you two after having such busy schedules this week. all you could think about was how good it would feel to have his hands on you, all week. hell, he finished whatever he was doing so quick when his phone chimed with a text from you. little did you two know that the plans you had planned for tonight would fall through, just so you both could finally have what you really wanted.

the moment your eyes locked on his when he walked through your front door, you just knew that movie was gonna have to finish itself. the sly touches, hands that met your waist every so often for no reason at all, pecks that lasted longer than they should've, and a blazing core when he pulled you in to cuddle on the couch, you were in for it tonight.

now he was pulling you as close as you could be, his head angled up to meet your lips for another hungry kiss and his even hungrier hands pulling at the clothes that clung to you. your hands met his cheeks as his skin grew hot at your touch, intoxicated by the way you took charge this time around.

"i need you, i need all of you..."

choso, yuuta, suna, iwaizumi, SUGAWARA, kaneki,

is this ok? saw this format and thought i’d try, praying this doesn’t flop 🙏🏽

[writing-fanics]

our future

Kaneki Ken x Fueguchi!Reader

[warning: pregnancy: est relationship: mentions of parents death (past): implied sexual intercourse (past)

beginning / middle / end / epilogue

Her foot tapped against the bathroom floor, as she sat impatiently on the toilet. Time seemed to move slowly as she waited for the test results. Her stomach turning with uncertainty as she bit her lower lip nervously.

She never took into account what could possibly happen after, they consummated their feelings for each other. After they escaped the ambush. She didn’t expect to end up with symptoms so fast.

Her heart stopped and the pregnancy test fell onto the ground. She stared off into space for what felt like hours but was only mere seconds. Before shaking her head, and looking down at the pregnancy test on the floor.

‘Positive +’

Tears brimmed her eyes as she hugged her knees to her chest. Her suspicions confirmed. She was pregnant with Kaneki’s child. She was scared and didn’t know if the child would be born healthy. If her body would mistake it for food. Kaneki was half-ghoul, he was once a human then turned into a ghoul.

She always wanted to be a mother that dream, coming from her passion of wanting to be a teacher. She loved kids their curious minds and how adorable they were, and how smart they could be. She wanted, to help shape the future. To teach the future kids of Japan.

She sniffled as she reached towards the pregnancy test, “How am I going to tell him?” she whispered, looking at the positive pregnancy test. Biting her lip nervously; placing her hand on her stomach she leaned back against the wall.

Hinami was only thirteen when their parents died and [Y/n] sixteen. They still needed their mother and father but the CCG made sure that never happened.

She banged her fist against the wall, as tears welled up in her eyes again. “Mom…Dad.. I wish you were still here.” she cried, hugging her knees as she cried on the bathroom floor.

There was a knock at the door, She quickly, shoved the pregnancy tests into her shirt. She wiped away her tears with her sleeve, as Kaneki entered the bathroom closing the door behind him.

“You okay?” He asked, sitting down on the bathroom floor next to her. She sniffled a little bit, “Yeah, just missing my parents that’s all.” She said, as her stomach turned she was lying to her own boyfriend. Father of their child.

She breathed in and opened her mouth, “I’m pregnant.” She hugged her knees to her chest, waiting for a response from Kaneki. The air was thick and the silence was deafening, “I dont know if it will be born healthy.” She said, looking down at the ground.

“When…When will it be born?” He asked, and she turned to look at him. “The child?” He added, she could’ve sworn she saw a few tears running down his cheek. “In December” She says, looking away from him for a moment.

“I’m happy.” He said, looking at the ground. “Really?” She asked, lifting up her head as her heart swelled with joy. “Yes really.” He said, and she leaned her head against his shoulder. He placed his head over hers and she smiled in response.

It was then the couple left a permanent mark on each other, one that wouldn’t fade away even long after they’re gone. A bite mark. Proof that they’re one. He loved her and he wanted to protect her no matter what. She loved him and wanted the same, giving him her mother’s engagement as a sign of her love for him.

Their love knew no bounds. She hoped they had a bright future ahead, and wanted this child in her womb to live. She was going to do everything in her power to make sure that happens. She leaned her forehead against Kaneki’s and smiled warmly, intertwining her fingers with his.

[h3rmess-ii]

Maki is so hot I want her so bad.

like how are the others simply existing with that absolute HOTTIE around. If I was sukuna I would be on my knees rn.

ANYWAY I finally started watching tokyo ghoul I'm very late but it's good so far xx

[harleyquilt]

A Forgotten Birthday, An Unopened Gift (A Touken/Kanetou fanfic)

Summary: It's the day after Kaneki is freed from Aogiri and decided to leave Anteiku, leaving both him and Touka lamenting the distance between them.

Words: 2,269

Notes: You can blame @hakucho-art for this angst-fest, the original hc was her idea 😔

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The air is cold and still. Touka sits on Anteiku's balcony, tucked away behind the tall bodies of surrounding buildings. It's dark now, the sun having long set, and the moon's light dulled by the overcast night sky. Touka shivers, hugging her body. The painful ache on her back permeates her entire body, stinging with each slow breath. It's healing, the inflamed skin gradually knitting itself back together, but the cold leaves her body tense, only adding to the pain. She should be going back inside, her numb fingers rubbing over the goosebumps on her arms. Yet she remains, searching for the moon beyond the dense barrier of clouds above.

To her side is a rectangular package, wrapped in a patterned paper bag and sealed with a sticker of a cartoon-ish rabbit. Picking it up, she tightens her hold around what was meant to be a gift, the bag crinkling under her fingers. It's a book of poems Yoriko helped pick out at the bookstore a week or so ago, recently released and highly acclaimed. Thinking about it now, Touka wonders if he already has a copy, knowing he visits the bookstore often. Well, that was before tonight. After seeing the state he was in at the Aogiri base, she finds it hard to imagine him casually browsing for books, as if nothing has changed. Cringing, Touka tosses the gift aside and wraps her arms around her knees, lowering her head.

She can still see his back facing her, his dark shirt tattered, his hair an unusual white, and his skin uncomfortably pale. It was an almost haunting sight, a complete change from the soft, weak boy she has come to know the past two months. He had walked away from his life at Anteiku and rejected her offer to stand by his side. And her heart, brimming with a mix of relief and gratitude moments before, ruptured from his sudden betrayal. Like a splash of cold water, a hard slap against her skin. She shakes her head at the memory, her fingers digging into her thighs. He never stopped her, watching her silently as she walked away from that cold hill-top. Leaving him, she suddenly felt incredibly hollow, as if he had punctured her heart and drained all that kept her warm before.

“Idiot.” She mutters, unwanted tears filling her eyes. “Idiot, idiot, idiot!” She kicks the ground, scaring away nearby pigeons.

She grips her necklace, the chain cold against her palm. Holding her parents’ last keepsake, she squeezes her eyes shut. She can almost see them, smiling at her, beckoning her, their voices dulled from the passing of time. Still, she relishes the warmth they bring her, welcoming her with much-needed affection. She can even see Ayato – young and soft, carrying with him an innocence that has yet to be trampled. An innocence she used to know. But they're not really here, not anymore, and opening her eyes, hot tears fall down her reddened cheeks, the metal biting into her skin.

“Why am I always…” Her words are broken with a soft whimper and she angrily wipes away her tears, sniffing. She doesn't finish her words, unable to bring herself to say her thoughts aloud, even while knowing it to be the truth.

And as always, she is left alone to dwell on the numbing loneliness enshrouding her, forever questioning what she should have done differently.

. . .

“This is one of my family's safehouses.” Tsukiyama explains, gesturing towards a modern-looking building. “This one is free for us to use for however long we–”

Before Tsukiyama can finish, however, Kaneki walks ahead and into the building, his ragged clothes hanging off his slender body. He looks around the doorway before examining his dirty feet. They're scarred and covered in a mix of dirt and dried blood. With a sigh, he steps into the house, and Banjou, his friends, and Tsukiyama follow from behind.

Tsukiyama, of course, makes no complaint, but even if he had, Kaneki lacks the patience to comply with any more demands. Not after tonight. Thankfully, the others choose not to comment while he walks around the house, checking the different rooms and silently making note of how he will utilise these spaces.

“What do you think?” Tsukiyama asks, smiling, once Kaneki returns to the living room. The others are sitting on the sofas, checking each other's wounds. “Is it all to your liking?”

“Yes.” Kaneki answers, slumping down onto a spare seat. His body suddenly feels much heavier, the exhaustion taking hold. “This is fine. Except…”

“Except…?” Tsukiyama leans forward, his hands clasped together, and eager to do whatever Kaneki may ask.

“There's no room for you.” Kaneki says, his voice cool and steady. He brushes a hand through his hair as Tsukiyama stands frozen, wondering if he somehow misheard Kaneki. Kaneki looks back at him, his expression unreadable. “You need to find somewhere else to sleep.”

“O-Oh…” Tsukiyama clears his throat, straightening. “But this hideout has so many spare rooms. Surely there's one I can–”

“No. There isn't.” Kaneki reiterates. He pulls himself back onto his feet and heads towards Banjou, seemingly ending the discussion.

Placing a hand on Banjou's shoulder, he offers a small, wry smile. “I need to sleep now, but you and the others are free to do what needs to be done. Make sure you heal your wounds and rest, okay?” He asks this, glancing at the others, who all nod back in appreciation.

“You too, Kaneki-kun.” Banjou returns the gesture with a heavy hand on Kaneki's shoulder. “We're all here for you.” He glances at Tsukiyama, now standing behind Kaneki and visibly shaken by what has transpired the past few minutes. Shaken, but not deterred. “And we'll be here once you wake up.”

Kaneki smiles, truly grateful to hear Banjou say those words. “Thank you, Banjou. Really.”

Once he makes sure Tsukiyama has left the building, much to Tsukiyama's dismay, he enters one of the smaller bedrooms on the second floor, shutting and leaning back against the door. It's only then that he can feel his legs tremble, and sliding onto the ground, he buries his face into his rough hands. With a stifled sob, his jaw clenched, he grips his now white hair, pulling his strands between his fingers.

So much has transpired the past week, the past day even, that it is difficult for Kaneki to completely comprehend. The memories rush through his mind like a rampant flood, crashing through his consciousness with feelings of hate, fear, regret, and a deep, dark grief that he can feel himself sinking further into with every passing moment.

And beyond the murky depths consuming him, he can see her face, looking at him with those wide, dark eyes. There's a softness there, beyond its hardened exterior, like a light beyond the dark abyss. He wants nothing more than to reach for it, to hold it gently within his hands, but he holds back, resisting the urge. Sensing his hesitation, her expression falters, the relief twisting into confusion, before finally settling on a bitter disappointment. At the time, she said nothing as she turned away from him, yet he could still hear the spite in her footsteps, the feeling of betrayal in her silence. The sound echoes through his mind now, shaking the foundations of his fortitude.

But it had to be done, he knows, and with a shaky breath, he lowers his hands and leans his head back, tears falling from his half-lidded eyes. If there is one thing he is certain about after all the turmoil of the past week, it was that Touka would be safer in Anteiku and away from him. Him and his ugly hands. Looking at them, his eyes drift over the ringed scars around the base of each finger, and then his darkened nails, black with congealed blood. Beyond the hundreds of layers of skin, though, was the blood of those he tormented not long before, their screams still ringing through his head. He can still smell their stench all over him. They deserved their pain, Kaneki thought, clicking his index finger. The sound elicits a stream of numbers that rattle around the inside of his ear. It still pulsates painfully with the scratching of centipede legs.

1000. 206. Minus 7. 204. Minus what what wha–

He slaps his hands over his ears, biting hard into his lip. He can taste blood as the sound fades into static, his body tense. Letting out a shaking sigh, he lowers his hands, sucking away the blood from his bottom lip.

Despite his desire to trample those with unrestrained power, this is not a life he wants Touka to see, to feel, or to share. Not anymore, at least. He will spare her from that life, free her from that shadow that continues to haunt her. Even at the cost of her friendship, of her presence in his life. The idea alone makes his stomach twist into a tight knot, but he has suffered worse pains – if it's for her sake, he will take on whatever pain is demanded from him.

He can see the scowl on her face as the thought passes through his tattered mind, and a smile tugs on his lips, her anger weirdly comforting. Familiar, even.

“Damn it.” He breathes, rubbing his face. “I want to see her again.”

. . .

Holding a cotton swab soaked in alcohol, Irimi dabs the wounds on Touka's back. Touka flinches with each contact, hissing through clenched teeth. Irimi places a hand on Touka's shoulder, holding her in place.

“Ow.” Touka murmurs, hunching her shoulders. The wounds continue to pulsate and tingle when Irimi finally pulls her hand back, discarding the blood-stained swab. “How much longer will this take?”

“Hmm,” Irimi leans forward, delicately placing her hands against Touka's back and examining the injury. “The cuts are deeper than I thought. You might need stitching.”

Touka shudders. “Forget it! Just give me some food and I'll be fine.”

Irimi is quiet for a moment, preparing the gauze. “I'm worried that your kakuhou has been damaged.” Pressing the gauze against the wound, she notices Touka's body stiffen. “It may be a while before you can use your kagune again. Even then, it may take longer for them to return to their original state.”

“Oh…” Touka is not sure what else to say, her hands clenched into fists on top of her thighs. Her hair falls forward, hiding her face. She can feel the colour drain from her cheeks.

“Yes, well,” Irimi sighs and finishes bandaging Touka's injury. With a warm, damp cloth, she wipes away the blood dripping down Touka’s back. “This shouldn't be too surprising, considering everything that's happened.” She leans back, gathering her supplies. “You just need time to rest and recover.”

“Right.”

Touka can't bring herself to say the words circling her mind, to voice the realisation that she would have been nothing but a burden to Kaneki, even if he had accepted her offer to join him. It's ridiculous, she thinks, resentment thickening into a hard lump in her throat; she had always been the one leading the charge before, using her strength to fight against those that threatened her and her loved ones. And now she's been reduced to nothing more than a burden, a mere hindrance to the very people she sought to protect.

Ayato's words lash against her, biting into her as hard as he had during their fight – she has grown weak, complacent, soft from the years she's spent playing human. And now, as punishment, her wings have been clipped, keeping her pinned to the ground where she belongs. Regret shrouds over her as she stands from her seat, mumbling a small thank you to Irimi. Her peer watches her, concerned.

“Listen, Touka-chan.” Irimi stands alongside Touka. “You're young, with so many opportunities ahead of you. You were brought to Anteiku so that you could explore those opportunities. It's a chance not many of us ghouls have growing up, you know that as well as I do. You don't need to prove yourself fighting battles that can't be won.”

Touka turns away, her arms wrapped around her waist. “Sure,” her frown deepens. “I just feel so…” Her words trail off into a defeated silence.

“It'll pass, you'll see.” Irimi pats her head and with that, leaves the room, leaving Touka alone with the words offered to her.

It gives Touka little comfort, unable to break free from the misery encompassing her. This day has left her defeated and to see any silver lining past all that has transpired would only add to her bitterness.

Still, she refuses to collapse where she stands and instead, she heads towards her bedroom, lifting her head. It is not resolve driving her forward, or the optimism that things will get better. It is simply what Touka has always done, what she will continue doing, so long as her heart is beating and her legs can carry her; she'll carry on, hoping, desperately, that Kaneki will at least keep his promise visit the cafe soon. He said he would, after all. Maybe then she can convince him to return. Yes, there's always that chance, as pathetic as it makes her feel, clinging hopelessly onto his words like this. Searching beyond that, though, Touka finds some comfort by reminding herself of Hinami and Yoriko, along with all the others at the cafe. It had to be enough, at least for now. If not…she isn't sure how much longer she can tread on this tightrope she has made for herself.

[oneeyedsparrow]

Hello TG Tumblr! 👋

Hiya! I’m looking for other Tokyo Ghoul mutuals on here. I have an OC named Arthur Finch, who I ship with Kaneki Ken and looking for others to talk to and share my work with. I’m currently trying to work on a TG doujinshi. So hopefully I’ll be able to share that later. 

[magical-girl-enjoyer]

yknow what the thing that makes kaneki so great as a protagonist is that hes a huge nerd whos into horror so when he becomes the tragic protagonist in his own horror story hes got this

[ipsen]

Intangibility

For @weektg!

Inspired by day 6: Romance (if you can call this that). And, of course, once again cross-posting from AO3, as is my wont.

Not to be completely predictable, but it’s more EtoKen from me. One day I’ll write something else for this fandom. Maybe. No promises.

This is literally the only thing I wrote besides Bitter Dream, which I’ll be reblogging at some point. Enjoy the rest of TG Week everyone! Looking forward to everyone’s pieces.

Kaneki should’ve known what she was up to. But, like with most things, Eto was one step ahead.

He was to be her shadow in the days following her arrest. The CCG, while it seized her home and belongings, had designated a hotel room for her to stay in; they had just arrived after a morning shopping trip, where she’d bought that haircut kit.

The first thing he asked was, “Why?”

And her first response was to laugh. “Do I always need a reason to do the things I do?”

“Yes,” he said. “Senselessness doesn’t suit you, Ms. Takatsuki.”

In her chair before the dresser, she laughed again, but it was more of a giggle this time. He felt more unsettled by it, because the One-Eyed King wasn’t supposed to be… this.

Tracing the edge of the box with her finger, she smiled. “You know me so well.”

And he imagined that was as far as he’d get. 

“So will you do it?” She turned slightly. “Or shall I go to a barber instead? Spend what remains of my funds?”

Because they’ll be suspended soon. What they both know to be true went unspoken. It was inevitable now that she was officially on the CCG’s radar. One RC scan and that was the end of it.

“What else would you spend it on?” he asked.

“I was thinking charity.”

Charity? “Charity?”

“Charity.”

His eyes narrowed. “What kind?”

With a flick of her thumb, she cut the packaging open. “You know.”

He didn’t. “You expect too much of me.”

“Do I?” She brought the box closer to her, opening the top and examining its contents. “You need stronger shoulders.”

“Hmph.”

Hadn’t he borne enough weight for enough time? Hadn’t he suffered long enough? And for what? The world had betrayed him at every turn. His aunt hated him. Hide was gone. His own mother had beat him. And now Takatsuki was another farce too, another sick joke with him as the victim. It was all for nothing. All meaningless. He refused to let this world hurt him further.

So, when he was done, he would go out with a bang, and then everyone would—

“Kaneki.”

Eto’s voice pierced his thoughts and threw him off-trail, as it always did. Sometimes, he felt like she had a special sense for it. Then again, she was an author.

“What?” he sneered. It didn’t deter her, unfortunately. Nothing he did would.

“I was thinking of a bob cut. Thoughts?” She twisted her head this way and that, the mane that was her hair swaying as she did.

“Why?”

She sighed. “Again with the whys…”

A memory of trailing behind the Asaokas reared its head, and he glimpsed her from afar at one of her early signings. “You used to wear your hair like that, when you were just starting out.”

“Oh, you remember!” She giggled this time. “How sweet of you. So?”

He scoffed and turned away. “I’m not your babysitter.”

“So cold, Investigator! You’re my escort, right? The least you could do is indulge me.”

She let the box spill from her hands back onto the dresser as she leaned back in her seat.

“I’m only supposed to keep an eye on you.” Kaneki crossed the room to their luggage. “You can pretend like I’m not even here.”

“I could never ignore you.” He felt Eto’s eyes on his back as she spoke. “Oh, that’s for you, by the way.”

He had picked up a wrapped package; judging by its size and shape, he guessed it to be a book. He didn’t say anything— giving her ammunition to play with was a dangerous act— but he did examine it a bit closer.

“It’s the author’s copy for Takatsuki’s last work.” He heard the chair squeak as she stood up. “I won’t be using it, so it’s for you.”

The disgusting voice in the back of his mind— the one rebelling against his chosen path— told him to open it. In front of her, no less. But that would mean giving her the advantage. Giving her what she wanted.

“It’s called King Bileygr,” she continued, either unaware of (unlikely) or not caring for his inner turmoil. “I’ve always wanted to write it.”

Bileygr. Another name for Odin. Rough translation: one who lacks an eye. So in other words, the One-Eyed King.

Three years ago, he might have cared, but no such emotion filled him now. Aogiri, Takatsuki, the CCG— none of it mattered to him anymore. And besides, her arrest had already sealed her fate; any extra evidence was redundant.

He threw it back on top of her other things, and it made an ugly noise. He waited for her to comment, as was her wont, but nothing came. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched her drift to one of the two beds in the room, flop on top of it, and then become still.

He watched her openly; there was no point in pretending otherwise, because he knew she knew. She simply stared at the ceiling with those eyes whose shade reminded him of a coming storm. A quiet, brewing phenomenon waiting for the right moment to burst and destroy everything in its path when it did.

Anger.

This was the manager’s child, he unfortunately remembered. The manager, who had left her in the 24th ward, which Touka once described as a shithole.

“Kuzen learned about the One-Eyed Owl, a ghoul who hated the world.”

Sorrow.

Against the bed frame, Eto’s small body looked even smaller. One of the largest known kakuja in the CCG’s database was, in truth, just this petite woman staring at nothing before him.

“She seems to have lost hope in everything; she expects nothing from anybody…”

Bitterness.

Kaneki picked up the package with King Bileygr in it, and his thumb brushed over the packaging.

“I… I like you!! We’re so similar!”

Betrayal.

(…)

He moved it to his own bag, then stood over her, making his first mistake. “Get up,” he commanded.

She glanced sideways at him. “Hm? For what?” Her tone, light and fleeting like the bird she was, betrayed her caged body language.

He walked to the dresser. “A bob cut, right?”

And for the first time, she followed him.

She took her seat again in front of the dresser, hands folded over her lap. He opened the box and examined the tools. He still remembered the style Hinami had wanted when she traveled with him, and used that as a blueprint.

Without a proper cloak to cover Eto, he used his own coat instead. It was a few sizes bigger than her, anyway, working just fine.

The whole time, she shamelessly watched him. Not like how a predator watched their prey, like he expected. It was a different kind of gaze: softer, deadlier. It was a gaze that reminded him of an old knife— the way it seemed sharp from a distance, but upon closer inspection and usage, was actually quite dull.

He found the brush and got to work, undoing the knots in her hair. Or, as he quickly learned, lack thereof. His surprise was illustrated by a smile in her eyes.

Kaneki set the brush down on the dresser and gathered her hair behind her shoulder. As he did so, the fabric of his gloves brushed against her neck. At that, he heard the slightest hitch in her breathing. A crack in her mask.

Affection was such a foreign entity that a false touch was enough to give pause.

He tried to ignore it, but the memories came anyway. Memories of the words she put to page, memories that wrapped him in a frigid embrace, memories that expanded his scope of the world and taught him about its wrongs, memories that whispered to him in his lowest moments that he was not the first to fall through the cracks.

And he inevitably imagined how she might have been when she wrote those words. Alone, and shivering underground. No father, no mother, no comfort— only walls and torn flesh to embrace her. To her, love must seem like both something to be coveted and feared.

It was just so easy to take it away.

Before he could reach over her and grab the scissors, risking again to even ghost some part of her body, she pressed the scissors into his hand. A shield against further vulnerability, further possibility that things could be better for either of them.

Further possibility that something valuable could be taken from them.

He stared at the tool. “Ms. Takatsuki, this is the wrong pair.”

Eto slowly turned to look. “So it is, Investigator.”

More walls, more hiding. She handed him the right pair this time. He got to work.

Snip, snip.

The longest bits of hair fell to the floor in clumps.

Snip, snip.

There was a surprising volume to her hair, he noticed.

Snip, snip.

Through the mirror, she watched him, her green eyes like the tranquil center of a hurricane. Where he often could not predict where the rest of her body would go— wild birds were difficult to cage like that— he sensed that he could always find her eyes.

Snip, snip.

Kaneki didn’t like his conclusion.

“You know—“ Eto broke the silence, as was her wont— “the Commission and the editorial department at Shoeisha are letting Takatsuki hold a press conference for the book.”

“How nice of them,” he mumbled, setting the scissors down and picking up the other pair from earlier.

“‘Nice,’” she repeated, making the word as empty as it sounded. “It’s amusing how much they’re trying to keep your investigation under wraps.”

“You’re Sen Takatsuki,” he replied easily. “Imagine the panic that would happen if it got out that you were a ghoul.”

Snip. Snip.

Eto chuckled and adjusted her posture for him. “I’m just another writer.”

“‘Just.’” Kaneki’s tone hardly carried the weight of his implication.

A pause, then a sigh escaped her. “You’re too much,” she said with a defeated smile.

He used the comb to see if he had missed anything, silent.

“Anyways, about the press conference— I’d like for you to attend.” She waited for his reaction.

He looked back, brow furrowed. He spotted a stray strand of hair.

“Will you attend?”

Snip.

“Don’t be so suspicious,” he replied, failing to scowl. It made her giggle.

“Someone has to watch me, right?” she rightfully pointed out. “So… I want it to be you.”

Snip.

The last bit of her hair floated to the ground. Kaneki paused, hands hovering over her shoulders.

“Me?” came the question.

She answered it with another one. “Who else but you?”

He set the scissors down, now properly glaring at her. “Don’t do that.”

She returned it with an innocent smile. “Don’t do what?”

“Be phony. Saying things you don’t mean. It’s unbecoming.”

“Oh?” She shifted to actually look at him this time. “Have I ever lied to you?”

He said nothing.

“You think I do,” she said. “I suppose I can’t fault you for it; I often speak with every intent to deceive, after all.”

“And why stop now?”

Eto looked back in the mirror at his handiwork, but he could tell she was somewhere else. Somewhere far away, where he would never reach.

She spoke first. “You are…”

Terrible. Pathetic. Worthless. A burden.

“… very good.” She touched the ends of her hair, then smiled with practiced ease. “Well done.”

(…)

She stood from her seat and undid his coat, tossing it to the floor and fluffing out her freshly cut hair. She headed for the shower. Kaneki, for his part, stayed rooted to his spot, the scissors and comb trapped in his hands. But before she disappeared from the room, he made his second mistake.

“It looks good on you.”

And Eto, for all he knew her to push forward and never look back, turned around.

“The style,” he elaborated further. “It looks good on you.”

She stared at him, her expression soft enough to kill. “Thank you, Kaneki.”

Then she was gone.

[maddyguru]

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[bowl100]

Does anyone else know what happened to the author of affliction by centipet?? I remember loving that fanfiction sm…

[xotication]

okay but.. a quiet gamer boy bf kaneki that loves when his pretty girl bottoms herself out as he’s in the middle of a game. <3

you love kaneki, & you can accept that he has a love & passion for video games too but.. how does he expect you NOT to wanna sit on him when he looks so damn handsome all the time?!

he’s sat in that gaming chair with a baggy tee & a pair of grey sweats. he’ll even be wearing a pair of blue light glasses so that the constant gaming doesn’t do too much damage to his irises. nd he just looks so good with this combination!! ugh. it’s not even fair.

on this particular day, he’s playing fortnite with touka & hide after not touching that game for a couple of seasons. he’s giving call outs, talkin’ bout’ “116 to the body” “he’s 1 shot” “full pieced, knocked.. he’s dead now. where’s his boyfriend?” “flanking behind us” & just a whole bunch of shit that you didn’t care to try & understand..

you’re a little frustrated, to be honest. you had a long day at work nd you just wanna be all up under him. especially now that he’s on the game with some girl he used to have a fling with..?

“ken..”

“kennnn..!”

upon hearing that, he moves his headset behind his ear with a push of his shoulder & gives you a soft hum.

“when’re you getting off?”

“oh.. i don’t know, baby. probably not for another hour or so”

“another hour or so..??”

“yeah. what’s wrong?”

you don’t even bother answering. he shrugs his headset back on & continues to clack away at his keyboard. you’ve already made your way over to him, nd you watch him play for a little before you lift his arm & saddle yourself on to his lap. you’re thankful that he isn’t streaming today.

you begin to peck sloppy little kisses on to his neck, not really caring if it’s loud or not.. you’re kinda hoping it is, though :3. kaneki lifts his head a bit to give you more access. his pale skin is still displaying the hickies you had left just a couple nights ago nd you giggle a little bit at this. they look soso pretty on him!

a couple seconds pass by & you’re just slyly rolling your hips down on him. he knows exactly what you want out of him & he’s not gonna deny you from it. you slide yourself off his lap, now on your knees in between his legs & you take hold of the hem of his briefs & sweats before pulling them down to his lower thighs. it’s no surprise that ken his already hard.

you can’t blame him! he’s got a hot gf damn near humping him in his chair, what man wouldn’t be turned on?! i digress.

you take him in your hand & lick all the way from the base to the tip, you can feel him tense up & relax afterwards. you spit in your hand to act as lube nd stroke his dick a couple times before fully sticking him in your mouth. you’re left jerking whatever else doesn’t fit & you hear his breathing get heavier.

there’s a lewd gluck gluck (i’m so sorry 😭) coming from you as things get sloppier by the second. kaneki was now fully hitting the back of your throat, not really caring if it was difficult for you to handle or not..

touka & hide are noticing him paying less attention & his gameplay getting a bit more careless. i mean right now his character was on auto-run, & he had your hair in a makeshift ponytail as he fucked your poor throat! :(

“kaneki! they’re on the mountain building up.. there’s 20 left. focus up”

“fuck bro. i’m down.. he’s at least 5 bullets tho- push that”

“kaneki… push, maybe?? you’re selling”

“can you both get the fuck out my ear?”

ken let’s go of your hair nd tucks it behind your ears before giving his full attention to the game once again. you don’t know what he’s doing up there but he’s going crazy on his keyboard.

you pull him from your mouth with a lil “pop” sound nd climb back into his lap. you pull your panties to the side nd fully sit on his dick.. this man leaves you so full OMGG.

kaneki brings his attention to you for a brief moment to give you a quick couple of pecks, nd then he’s back to the game. you wrap your arms around his neck & use them as leverage to lift yourself up & down on his lap. the chair is making a bit of noise nd ken’s friends are now overly suspicious..

“the fuck is going on over there?”

“mind your business.”

touka rolls her eyes at his response to hide. she’s already knowing what’s going on nd she’s not too happy about it. you did kinda steal kaneki’s attention from her when they were talking. boohoo, so sad. you were just better!

you were getting a lil tired from bouncing up & down, so you began rolling your hips. ken doesn’t feel much pleasure from this but he knows how good it feels for you, he’s happy to let you use him.

“we have circle. camp this hill nd stay on high ground”

kaneki mutes his mic before he wraps his arms around you & snaps his hips up into you.

“ken- oh my god!”

“couldn’t wait till’ i got off, hm?”

“i couldn’t, i really couldn’t..”

you didn’t answer so his hips came to a full halt & you whined, like a puppy. “i asked you a question, sweetheart”

“look at me”

you met his eyes nd he just smiled, “you’re so pretty, holy fuck” nd he started fucking you again, no warning!

“kaneki, they’re pushing”

at this point he didn’t even care anymore. he grabbed you by your waist, carefully lifting you off his lap. ken stands up, turning you around & bending you over just to slip himself back into your cunt. he’s ruthless with the strokes too.

went from sucking to clapping sounds & his mic ain’t off no more. “can feel you in my stomach, ken”

“yeah? tell me how it feels, baby.”

“feels too good.. shit! i can’t-”

“you can, y/n. let’s finish what you started.” ken lifts your leg so that it’s resting on his desk, “ts’ too much!” you somehow felt him even deeper & it made your eyes roll back. kaneki was dying in the game, both friends collectively screaming at him over the mic.

“you can take it, i taught you better.” you’re babbling other things he doesn’t really care to comprehend. your hand reaches behind your back to push his hips away but he smacks it & tells you to ‘stop trying to run’.

he bends forward a bit to rub your clit, it all feels so good. he’s balls deep inside you nd stimulating you just right. he’s way too good at what he does. you feel a knot in your stomach & you start clenching around him, “fuck y/n”

“ken, i’m gonna-”

“not yet, angel. wait for me, please?”

you love the way he talks to you.

you’re nodding nd he picks you up to carry you over to the edge of the bed, he sits down again nd encourages you to ride him all over again.

“cmon, ‘wanna record my pretty girl” he says as he picks his phone up off the bed.

“are you gonna send it to touka..?” there’s a smile on your face & he kisses you, “course i will, she’ll never get to be in your place. you’re so perfect.. ‘s pussy was made just for me”

kaneki stretches his arm out nd records you the scene in front of him, the camera angle perfectly displays all of what’s going on; he smacks your ass just to show off too. it leaves you even more needy, “can’t keep holding it, i can’t”

“keep going baby, i’m almost there.”

you propped your feet on the bed- in a squat, bouncing even harder. “what a slut..!” ken let’s out a light laugh, he’s almost in disbelief, he’s rubbing circles on your clit again nd you practically cry from the pleasure. “fuck- go ahead baby, i’m cumming”

you let yourself come undone; there’s heavy breathing for a couple of seconds after, you’re both just trying to calm your heart rates once again.

“i love you so much kaneki, never wanna leave, i swear”

“i love you too, pretty girl. get up & show me what we did, yeah?”

“mhm!” you slowly lift yourself off of his lap & sit next to him. your legs are spread & both your juices are flowing out of your cunt.. kaneki’s slips two fingers into you & you almost close your legs on his arm, “i’m sensitive!!”

“i know baby, i know..” he’s laughing now, “cmere, i wanna kiss you. say bye to touka”

“bye bye touka!” you cheese real hard & the video ends.

“gonna run us a bath okay, my angel? i’ll come get you when it’s done!” kaneki had slid his pants back on so he could make his way to the bathroom.

after turning on the water, he sends the video to touka with a little message: “my y/n wanted you to see this :)”

sosososososo feral for this man. :(((((

(this was extremely rushed + first time kinda writing something like this in full! bare with me as i try & get better <3)

[robynhoodss]

I don't care if the tokyo ghoul fandom is dead, especially the kaneki x OC part of it. I WILL REVIVE ITS COLD DEAD BODY AND EXHUME IT FROM THE GROUND. YOU'RE NOT LEAVING ME UNTIL I SAY YOU CAN. anyway, read my fanfic - coming soon to an ao3 near you <3