Remember when the Qs squad turned into girls? The same. But Urie is there, looking gorgeous

Saiko whistles as Urie enters the pounding nightclub. She’s dressed in an outfit defined more by what’s not there than what is.

“I hate these places,” he grumbles, adjusting his purple gown.

“You look hot,” Shirazu says. He’s clad in a glittery body-con dress, plus a fake chest. He kinda likes it.

Mutsuki mumbles agreement. His face is red, just like the vampirish punk outfit he wears.

Sasaki shakes his head at them. He looks like a child in his lacy getup.

“Next time, we should play strippers,” Saiko says, lounging against the bar.

“I will kill you first,” Urie hisses.

“We should dance to blend in,” Sasaki decides. “Mutsuki, you and Urie get on the floor. Saiko, stay at the bar. Shirazu, with me. We’ll have girly conversations in the restroom.”

“Mutsuki,” Urie whispers as they head – tentatively – onto the dance floor. “My boobs are slipping.”

“I’ll prop them up.” Mutsuki pushes against Urie’s chest.

“Can you not be all over each other?” sniffs a woman.

Mutsuki gasps. He looks like he wants to die.

Urie rolls his eyes. “Come on. Like Shirazu said, at least you got to second base with someone hot.”

Juuzou Suzuya is such a cute Squad leader Sometimes he likes to dress up girly because…why not? I headcanon that he actually doesn’t give a fuck about gender roles.

I headcanon the same and love him even more for it.

Hanbee stops short.

“Huh?” Miyuki Mikage peers around the beanstalk. “Oh my.”

“He looks great,” Keijin Nakarai commands.

Suzuya Juuzou, Squad Leader, waves at them. He’s dressed in a pink skirt and lacy shirt. “Hairu lent these to me.”

“They look great,” Mizurou Tamaki assures him.

“We should all wear skirts. They’re so comfortable,” Suzuya muses, rubbing the fabric between his fingers.

“What a freak!” Two teenage boys scuttle past, shivering at the sight of Suzuya.

Hanbee’s cheeks purple, and Keijin unconsciously reaches for his quinque.

“You should try it,” Suzuya sings to them. “Wear what you want, not what everyone says you should want.”

One boy scowls. “I already do.”

His friend looks somewhat wistfully at the skirt. “You know, I did used to wear skirts when I was all of four.”

“And isn’t growing up such a bore?” Suzuya asks.

“It’s great,” the boy says uncertainly.

“Nah, son. Enjoy your youth – and that includes dressing how you want.” Mikage gives them a thumbs-up.

“How do you do that to your skin? Are those real?” The first boy points at Suzuya’s stitches.

“Yup,” Suzuya says proudly. “Want me to show you how?”

Three hours later, Squad Suzuya is happy with their two new friends – and they’re all watching movies and stitching themselves. In skirts.

Seiakiamon triangle pleassssseee? Akira and Amon go look for Seidou !

“We need to find Seidou.” Akira crosses her arms. She insists on only drinking coffee for breakfast, when he knows she’d rather have a donut.

“He seems ashamed.” Amon wishes he could have handled their imprisonment differently. Helped him escape.

“We need to show him we love him.” Akira pauses. “We do, don’t we?”

Amon’s eyes soften. “Of course.”

—————————————————

“’Sup, ghoul?” Mado Akira approaches to his left.

“Akira.” He’s still not able to process her saving him. He thinks he has, and then she’s facing him and he knows he hasn’t. He’s worthless.

“Friends are what’s up.” Amon Koutarou materializes to his right, and pins Seidou to his chest. “Akira, now’s your chance. Hug him!”

Akira throws her arms around Seidou. “We love you, Takizawa.”

A lump grows in his throat. “But why?”

“Why not?” Amon musses up Seidou’s thick white waves. “We’re your friends. It’d be strange if we didn’t love you.”

“Church boy,” mutters Seidou.

“You know you love us.” Akira kisses his left cheek and Amon kisses his right.

Seidou lets out a squeak of joy.

He doesn’t need to say anything else.

Hairu tending to a sick Ui who thinks the world is dying because he feels like he is. But it’s only a cold.

“H-hairu.” Ui’s teeth chatter. “I hurt all over.”

Hairu wakes up immediately. She flicks on the light. It’s four am, and Ui looks like hell.

She presses her hand against his forehead. “You’re hot in more than one way.”

Ui moans. “Probably poisoned by ghouls.” He knew he should have had someone look at that kagune scrape on his arm.

“Ui, your scrape is gone.” Hairu leaps out of bed. “Wait here.”

“Come back,” he whines. “You were warm.”

She returns with a steaming cup of tea and two Tylenol. “For your fever, my sweetheart.”

“I feel like I’m dying. I haven’t been sick for ages.”

Hairu rubs his back. “You do realize you’ve only caught the same cold Hirako had last week?”

“No. I’m dying. Use me to sicken the ghouls.” Ui finishes the tea and collapses onto the pillows.

Hairu laughs. “You’ll sicken them with how healthy you are. Now, sleep.”

When he awakens in the morning, he’s surprised to find Hairu still here. “Aren’t you working?”

“Hmm? I called out.” Hairu lends him her most winning smile. “With you sick and dying, I need to take care of you.”

She’s so sweet, he almost feels better already.

Nishikimi/Snow White

Anonymous asked: After that Mulan-Mutsurie mashup, I dare you to write Disney-film mashups for: Ayahina, Touken, Takirona, Akiramon, Uihai, Nishikimi, Tsukikana, Arieto, and Shiraiko. Ty and good night.

I’ll be posting these once a day (probably) until the list is done!

Mutsurie/Mulan: here.

Ayahina/Sleeping Beauty: here.

Uihai/Tangled: here.

Akiramon/The Hunchback of Notre Dame: here.

Tskukikana/The Little Mermaid: here.

“There he goes!” Nishiki yells, racing with Koma, Irimi, Tsukiyama, Yomo, Ayato, and Hinami for the lab where Kimi is being held.

Kanou sees them and flees in the opposite direction.

“Get back here, creep!” shouts Ayato.

Kanou races up the stairs. He clatters up the ladder onto the roof. Now he has the higher ground.

“After him!” Nishiki waves the Anteiku Squad on.

Kanou laughs. Takizawa Seidou and Yasuhisa Kurona are waiting for him.

“You would have died without me, you know! I saved you all. Kuro, wasn’t I a good daddy?” He points to the ghouls emerging onto the roof. “It’s time to be a family again. Squash the little fools.”

Kuro and Takizawa exchange glances.

“Not a chance.” Nishiki unleashes his bikaku.

And while Kanou is distracted, Kurona and Takizawa run him through.

The mad doctor lets out a high-pitched shriek, gurgles, and falls off the roof. No one tries to save him.

Nishiki can’t catch his breath, though. Not yet.

Downstairs, in the lab, he finds Kaneki, Touka, the Quinx, and several others gathered around a table.

A table on which Nishino Kimi is laid.

Her eyes – those beautiful auburn eyes – are blank.

Nishiki falls to his knees, and Koma catches him. He waited this long for her to die? You can’t leave me.

The orange-haired Quinx steps forward. He holds out a vial to Nishiki. “She was working on this. It may not be too late.”

Nishiki leaps up and grabs the serum. “What is it?”

“Some Rc concoction. I don’t really know, but it was supposed to solve our aging problem.” Shirazu sighs. “It might be what brought us back to life.”

Nishiki runs to the table. His hands shake as he opens the vial.

“In her mouth,” Shirazu advises.

Nishiki dumps and entire dosage into his brilliant, brilliant Kimi’s mouth. Please work. Kaneki and the Quinx ned you. Shirazu and Hairu need you. I need you.

He slumps to his knees and prays to anyone and everyone who will listen.

Her hand twitches.

Nishiki gasps and rises to see her reaching for him. “I told you that you’d come back to me, Nishiki.”

All those years ago, on their last night together. Nishiki blinks back tears. “I remember.”

He takes her in his arms and kisses her.

Tsukiyama whoops. “This time I’m not the villain!”

Can you write something fluffy with Fruit having a little sister? Mischievous like him but will literally maim anybody who talks shit about her big brother. Just some happy time, Furuta needs happiness (if you don’t write ocs it’s cool, i was just asking! Also, very goodjob with the blog so far, lovely!)

soutasnotebook:

Thank you so much, Nonny-Mouse! I absolutely ADORE OC’s, so I’m happy to give Fruit a little sis!

“I don’t like you.” Urie looks down to see a pretty girl with glossy black hair and pale skin glaring at him.

“Excuse me?”

Her fingers curl into a fist. “You called the director a piece of shit! Take it back.”

Urie cannot believe a child is trying to fight him. This fangirl can’t be older than fourteen. “No.”

The girl knees him between his thighs.

“Ah!” Urie doubles over.

“Thanks for the cookies.” She waves the package Suzuya gave him. “I’ll take these as payment.”

“Get back here, brat!”

She runs away, and Urie decides to let her go. One fangirl isn’t worth his time.

But when he storms into Furuta’s office later to find the same girl hanging onto Furuta’s shoulders, he finds himself rethinking that decision. Just a smidge.

“The fuck?”

“I’ll prefer you not to use vulgarities around my sister.” Furuta – Kichimura Washuu he is not – sniffs.

Urie’s mouth falls open. “That’s your sister?”

The girl winks at him and holds up bunny ears behind Furuta. So she knows no loyalties, then. Must run in the family.

“This is Tsubaki. Tsubaki, First Class Urie Kuki.” Furuta chuckles as she reaches over to tickle him.

“I’ll leave you two, then. It can wait.” Urie backs out. With Tsubaki, the director looks human.

“I love you, big bro.” Tsubaki kissed his cheek.

“You realize V is going to be pissed you escaped, right?” Furuta sings.

“Don’t use such vulgarities,” she mimics.

He narrows his eyes, and she narrows hers right back.

“Besides, I was only doing what you did, ‘member?” Tsubaki laughs. “I want you to introduce me to the Oggai. That Squad leader with the blueish hair is cute.”

“No sister of mine is dating a ghoul.” Furuta is appalled. The Oggai must die. Tsubaki must live.

“You wanted to date a ghoul yourself,” she throws back. “Come on, big brother. Don’t you love me?”

Her puppy-dog eyes – the eyes he taught her – ache his heart. “Oh, all right.”

“Yesss!” she cheers. “When I grow up, Souta, I want to be just like you.”

Furuta wants the exact opposite. For a moment, he wants to tell her everything, but why ruin the one person who loves him?

He settles for hugging her instead.

@hamliet Your request is my command.

“What do you mean, Hajime’s been captured?” Tsubaki recalls Hajime Hazuki breaking up with her just days ago. “What’s going on?!”

“It’s part of a mission” Mayazumi assures her. “He really likes you.”

“Just his job more.” Tsubaki scowls. “Where is he?”

“I can’t tell you.”

Tsubaki flutters her lashes. “Are you sure?”

——————————————————–

“Kaneki!” Tsukiyama Shuu races into the king’s bedroom.

“What?!” Kaneki sits up, his chest bare. Beside him, Touka glowers at Tsukiyama.

Heat flies to Tsukiyama’s face. “Mr. Slaughter has a visitor who apparently snuck through the drainage pipes.”

When Kaneki enters Hajime’s cell, he sees a younger, female Furuta next to the Oggai.

“Kaneki! You’re Kaneki, right?” The girl gasps.

“Who are you?” Kaneki is terrified.

“I’m Furuta Tsubaki. You’ve chained up my boyfriend and I don’t agree with that decision.” She shrugs. “So free him or chain me up, too.”

“No!”

“Yes!”

“Tsubaki.” Hajime swallows the lump in his throat. He thought he was worthless, but she broke through ghoul territory to reach him. “It’s okay.”

“Don’t give me that nonsense.” Tsubaki flops backwards. “Besides, we all know my brother’s just trying to provoke you into becoming Public Enemy Number One, King Kaneki. Take me captive and use me so he doesn’t self-destruct.”

“I don’t think I like this plan,” Touka murmurs.

“I don’t trust her,” says Kaneki.

“I like her,” asserts Tsukiyama.

“Of course you do,” Hajime sneers. Tsukiyama nods eagerly.

—————————————-

Furuta recieves the phone call he’s been dreading since Tsubaki vanished.

“Hi big brother.”

“Where are you?!” he growls.

“Uh, with GOAT? And Hajime? I’m their captive so you don’t try to kill them or yourself.”

Furuta’s mind spins. Has he taught her too well? “There’s no way.”

“Oh, but there is.” Tsubaki grins. There’s no way Souta’s tragedy can occur now.

Can you write something fluffy with Fruit having a little sister? Mischievous like him but will literally maim anybody who talks shit about her big brother. Just some happy time, Furuta needs happiness (if you don’t write ocs it’s cool, i was just asking! Also, very goodjob with the blog so far, lovely!)

Thank you so much, Nonny-Mouse! I absolutely ADORE OC’s, so I’m happy to give Fruit a little sis!

“I don’t like you.” Urie looks down to see a pretty girl with glossy black hair and pale skin glaring at him.

“Excuse me?”

Her fingers curl into a fist. “You called the director a piece of shit! Take it back.”

Urie cannot believe a child is trying to fight him. This fangirl can’t be older than fourteen. “No.”

The girl knees him between his thighs.

“Ah!” Urie doubles over.

“Thanks for the cookies.” She waves the package Suzuya gave him. “I’ll take these as payment.”

“Get back here, brat!”

She runs away, and Urie decides to let her go. One fangirl isn’t worth his time.

But when he storms into Furuta’s office later to find the same girl hanging onto Furuta’s shoulders, he finds himself rethinking that decision. Just a smidge.

“The fuck?”

“I’ll prefer you not to use vulgarities around my sister.” Furuta – Kichimura Washuu he is not – sniffs.

Urie’s mouth falls open. “That’s your sister?”

The girl winks at him and holds up bunny ears behind Furuta. So she knows no loyalties, then. Must run in the family.

“This is Tsubaki. Tsubaki, First Class Urie Kuki.” Furuta chuckles as she reaches over to tickle him.

“I’ll leave you two, then. It can wait.” Urie backs out. With Tsubaki, the director looks human.

“I love you, big bro.” Tsubaki kissed his cheek.

“You realize V is going to be pissed you escaped, right?” Furuta sings.

“Don’t use such vulgarities,” she mimics.

He narrows his eyes, and she narrows hers right back.

“Besides, I was only doing what you did, ‘member?” Tsubaki laughs. “I want you to introduce me to the Oggai. That Squad leader with the blueish hair is cute.”

“No sister of mine is dating a ghoul.” Furuta is appalled. The Oggai must die. Tsubaki must live.

“You wanted to date a ghoul yourself,” she throws back. “Come on, big brother. Don’t you love me?”

Her puppy-dog eyes – the eyes he taught her – ache his heart. “Oh, all right.”

“Yesss!” she cheers. “When I grow up, Souta, I want to be just like you.”

Furuta wants the exact opposite. For a moment, he wants to tell her everything, but why ruin the one person who loves him?

He settles for hugging her instead.

Ui goes Horse ridding 🐴

“What do you mean, you’ve never ridden a horse? Didn’t you grow up in a wealthy family?” Hairu is scandalized. Even she’s ridden a horse.

“I haven’t.” Ui gulps.

“Well.” Hirako drains his coffee. “You’re going today. We’ve got a few hours.”

“What – I -” With Hairu grabbing his left arm and Hirako his right, Ui realizes there’s no use protesting.

—————————————

“Hi, horsey,” he mutters when he’s standing below the majestic, speckled beast.

The horse snorts.

He’s faced ghouls and risked his life. He can ride a horse.

“Is this your first time?” The trainer asks, as if he’s a little kid.

Ui nods.

“Nope,” Hirako says, and Hairu nods.

Ui cringes. He doesn’t wanna do this.

—————————————

“Okay, put your foot in the stirrups.” The trainer is an old woman who looks like she has about two millennia on Ui. “Hoist yourself up.”

“Ah!” Ui squeaks, but manages. Once in the saddle, he breathes deeply. This is less scary than Suzuya’s motorcycle trick.

“Ui!” Hairu waves from the pen where she’s cantering on her snow-white horse.

He waves back, tentatively.

But when the horse trots forward, his heart soars. He’s doing it. He’s facing his fear.

Of course, he muses, rubbing the horse’s neck, it helps when that fear is fuzzy.

Koori and Hairu celebrating each other’s birthdays!

The morning of October 1st, Hairu wakes Ui with a shower of confetti. “Look!”

“Huh?” he asks groggily.

“It’s exactly two days after my birthday and two days before yours.” Hairu pokes him. “It’s Uihai day!”

“Is that what we’re calling it,” he teases.

“Yes. Get up. I made breakfast plans.” Hairu tosses her hair. She fiddles with the framed portrait of Squad Zero Ui gave her two days ago.

“Okay, okay.”

When they enter CCG, caffeinated and happily full, Ihei Shio runs up. “Happy Uihai Day!”

“You did not convince them this was a holiday.” Ui sounds suspicious.

“I 100% did!”

“We wanted it to be a holiday. We like you.” Arima Yusa is perturbed. “Why don’t you like us liking you?”

“I do, I do!” Ui squawks, waving his arms like a demented bird.

“We made you something.” Rikai smiles shyly as she holds out a box. “Well, really, we bought them. But still.”

“We custom-ordered,” sings Shio.

Hairu giggles with delight as they open the package together. Ui laughs when he sees a pair of kokeshi dolls, one with black hair and the other with pink.

“Just like you described,” he says.

Hairu embraces the kids. “How did you know?”

“Arima told us. We may have used his credit card,” Yusa admits.

“They’re perfect.” Hairu kisses Ui on the cheek.

“Almost as perfect as you.” Ui winks.

KuronaxJuuzou???!!! We always have Juuzuo vs Kurona, but what it will like if they become side by side??!!!

This is a cool idea!

Golden sunlight filters in through the skylight to their bedroom. Suzuya Juuzou traces the scars on Yasuhisa Kurona’s abdomen as he waits for her to awaken. He hates that he hurt her before, because now all she brings is happiness.

Kurona cracks open an eye. “Hi there, Juuzou.” She sits up to kiss him good morning.

At the new Commission for Human-Ghoul Alliance (CHGA), Kurona and Suzuya are both alerted to a hostage situation. Some bigot has taken ghoul children captive. Well, not on their watch.

“Hi there! Don’t worry, I’m human.” Suzuya distracts the older man with talk of puddings and chocolate, while Kurona sneaks onto the roof. In a flash, she uses her kagune to smash her way through and bind the man, while Suzuya Squad swoop in to save the crying children.

“We were them once,” Kurona remarks later.

Suzuya nods. He always finds children the hardest. Every time, he relives what Mr. Shinohara must have thought seeing him.

“They’ll be okay.” Kurona turns her eyes to him. “If we’re okay and in love, they can make it past their trauma. I believe in them.”

“I believe in you,” he tells her with a giggle, and she shoves him playfully.

They eat dinner together, though Suzuya mostly snacks on sweets and Kurona devours her corpse flesh. Then they kiss, and Suzuya begs her for a special night.

They both have scars, but they only love each other more for it. As they tumble back into bed, Suzuya whispers how much he loves her.

“I love you, too,” Kurona says with dreamy eyes. Through the skylight, a star falls. “You know what? Sometimes I think Shiro’s looking down at us, smiling.”