mutsurie in which urie accidentally bumps into mucchan having a bath and shirazu will never let him live after that :”)) i clearly love shirazu alive too

Oh my god this is perfect.

Also Ishida apparently likes Shirazu alive(ish) too…ahahahahahahahhahahaha. Sob.

Urie stomps up the staircase in the Chateau. He hasn’t gained as much muscle as he planned, and he feels like a failure.

All he wants is to wash away the grime and sweat of his workout, crawl into bed, and dream about himself as a First Class Investigator.

Urie throws open the bathroom door.

“Huh?” Mutsuki sits up, his breasts unbound and not entirely covered in bubbles. His eyes widen in horror. “Urie!”

Urie screams. He darts out and slams the door shut, then freezes.

Mutsuki is self-conscious. Mutsuki will think he’s disgusted by his body.

“Mucchan!” Urie desperately raps on the door. “It’s not you! I feel bad, that’s all! I wasn’t paying attention – I’m an ass! I’m sorry!”

Someone snickers behind him, and of course he spins around to see Shirazu leaning against the wall.

“Well, well, well, I see you, Urie Kuki.” Shirazu nods. “Mutsuki’s the type who would prefer a proper date before you join him naked, though.”

“I wasn’t!” Urie is purple-faced. “I misjudged!”

“You weren’t paying attention,” Shirazu drawls. “Right, right. You just happened to walk in on the one you’re pining over.”

He saunters off, and Urie calls after him, “Don’t you dare tell Saiko!”

The bathroom door opens, and Mucchan tiptoes out, clinging to a towel he’s wrapped around himself. “Urie, I’m sorry. I thought I locked the door.”

“No, it’s not your fault. I’m an idiot. I didn’t see the light on.” Urie is near blind with embarrassment. “I mean – you – you look strong?”

Mutsuki flushes. “Thank you.”

When Mutsuki changes and feels safely bound again, he decides to confront his team member. So he knocks on Urie’s door. “May I come in?”

“Please do.” A freshly showered Urie, smelling of cologne, opens the door. He still blushes at the sight of Mutsuki.

“I wanted to ask you.” Mutsuki hesitates.

“I’m sorry,” Urie whispers again.

“No, I know you are. But Shirazu – he said you pine after me?” Mutsuki cocks his head.

“Oh.” He heard that, did he.

“Do you?”

Urie swallows. “So what if I do?”

“Why?” Mutsuki points towards his chest. “You saw me.”

“I thought you were beautiful.” Urie lowers his gaze.

Mutsuki stares at him, and Urie crossed the room. “I like you, I really do, Mucchan. But I swear I wasn’t trying to violate you -”

“You wouldn’t.” Mutsuki feels giddy. Someone loves him. Someone thinks he’s beautiful. And that someone is safe.

Mutsuki surprises the both of them by grabbing Urie’s hands – just as Shirazu kicks open Urie’s door.

“Remember, Mutsuki: it’s only fair you see Urie naked, too.”

uihai in a extremely packed train

Koori Ui has never wished for ghouls before, but in this train, he wonders if maybe humanity couldn’t use some thinning out.

Well, not really. But he needs air.

“Isn’t this fun?” Hairu lets go of the pole and tries to balance as the train rounds a corner.

“Ooh!” She flies straight into Ui’s chest, sending him tumbling backwards through the swarm of people.

“I’m sorry!” Hairu reaches out her hand to haul him back up. The train jostles her closer to him. She smiles up at his eyes. “Hi.”

“Hi.” Ui likes her holding onto him. He wishes he could hold onto her without falling, but someone needs to keep them upright.

More people pile on.

“You can kiss me.”

Ui shrieks. “What?”

“You’re giving me the fairy-tale look again. So if you want to kiss me, you can. I won’t transform into a handsome prince, but I can make it fun.” Hairu wiggles her eyebrows.

“You always make it fun.”

Everyone’s hot, cranky, and desperate for oxygen. But there’s so many people, Ui and Hairu can lock lips and, without anything to hold on to, even when the train tries its best to throw them down, they stay upright.

uihai, a scene with a jealous ui

“Your dress is beautiful,” Hirako tells Hairu.

“It is,” Arima agrees.

“Thank you!” In a flutter of white, Hairu twirls around with a giggle.

Ui stares at the floor. Of course she would go for Arima. Hell, he would go for Arima if not for Hairu.

But he wants her to love him.

Hairu chatters with Arima about their upcoming mission, and Ui feels himself melting into the floor.

“Are you okay?” Hairu tilts her head as they work together later that afternoon. “You seem awfully sullen.”

“I’m fine.” Ui forces a smile. If she’s happy, he is.

But he isn’t.

“What’s wrong?” Hairu gives him her best puppy eyes. “Koori, aren’t we friends? You have to tell me.”

“I didn’t realize you wanted to be more than friends with Arima,” he mutters. If he’s lucky, he can say he’s worried about the ethics, and she’ll believe him.

“What?!” Hairu shrieks. “Are you kidding me, Ui Koori?”

Ui freezes. Everyone is looking at them. Including Arima.

She stomps on his foot. “Arima was my childhood friend! It’d be like dating my brother!”

“Can you – can you keep your voice -” Ui croaks. He sounds like a zombie.

“Why would you think that?” Hairu seems genuinely upset. “Wait. Is it because he told me I look pretty?”

He blanches.

Hairu tries to hold back a tumble of excitement. “Are you – are you jealous, Koori?”

“No.”

“Don’t lie.” Hairu sticks out her tongue.

“I really – you know – like you.” Ui stammers.

“Then you’re an idiot. Arima’s doing what big brothers do so you would notice me. We planned this, or at least I did and convinced him to help, and you went and got jealous.” Hairu shakes her head. “Do you not like me?”

“I love you,” he blurts out.

Hairu gasps.

Careless for her coworkers’ prying eyes, she throws her arms around him and whispers in his ear. “Don’t be jealous, Koori. You have my heart.”

Koma and Irimi realize they want to be more than friends? xd

Oh my goodness I LOVE these two! You cannot convince me they aren’t lovers.

Koma Enji was accustomed to glaring at the black dog woman every shift at Anteiku.

He was not, however, accustomed to flutters in his stomach. But as the months wear on, he begins to harbor his crush as his own silly secret.

She’s his enemy. Well, a truced enemy, but an enemy all the same.

Irimi Kaya turns around after feeling Koma’s eyes on her again. Damn Ape. Can’t he be forward in something that matters for once?

“Oh no!” A customer trips, and Irimi’s blouse is covered in coffee.

“I’m sorry!”

“It’s okay,” Irimi says without anger.

Koma doesn’t think much of it until he finds her scrubbing the shirt – which she is still wearing – later that evening.

“You’ll never get the stains out that way.” He tries to joke. If they’re going to be coworkers, they better be able to joke.

His stomach flutters again.

“What’s it to you?”

“I know a trick.” Koma scrummages through their supplies. “Aha. White vinegar.”

“Really?” Irimi frowns.

“Yup. Works every time.” He smiles proudly. “I spill coffee all the time.”

“I’ve noticed,” she says dryly. Humbled by his kindness, she continues. “I’m used to cleaning out bloodstains, not coffee stains.”

“To be honest, I just burned my bloody clothes.”

“No wonder you’re poor.” Irimi shakes her head, but she’s smiling.

Half an hour later, she feels it’s now acceptable to be an open Devil Ape fan. “You’re a lifesaver. I can’t believe that worked. The stain is gone!”

If only they can remove the stain of their misdeeds. Koma recognizes the same heaviness in her eyes.

“Do you think we deserve a clean slate?”

“Old man Yoshimura does,” Koma replies.

“But do we?” she presses.

“I didn’t even want one.”

“Me neither.” Irimi stares at the ground. “But I rather like it.”

“Me too.” Koma realizes that he rather likes her, too.

“You look like you want to kiss me.” Irimi arches an eyebrow.

“May I?” Darn it, no, he shouldn’t – but this woman is thoughtful and kind and patient –

She laughs. “Who’d have thought?”

And then she kisses him.

Upstairs, Yoshimura smiles and holds out his hand. Knowing he’s beat, Yomo forks over the money.

Koori and Hairu celebrate Halloween?

“Koori!” Hairu hurries into CCG decked out in a shimmering blue ballgown. Fairy wings flutter behind her, and a tiara crowns her hair.

She’s so beautiful it hurts.

“You!” Hairu gapes at him. Ui has dressed like Prince Charming, complete with a tiara that matches hers. “How did you know?”

“I made Saiko tell me your plans for Halloween. I wanted to match.” His face is as pink as her hair.

“I didn’t think you’d like dressing like a prince.” Hairu nods slyly. “It suits you.”

“I hope,” Ui says nervously. He feels silly, but Hairu is happy and that’s what he cares about.

“Let’s get into position!”

Saiko, dressed as a witch, strides past. Police Officer Urie, Samurai Shirazu, and Cat Mutsuki follow her. “Better watch out, Inspector Bowl Cut, or I’ll hex your girlfriend.”

“Get in position!” Hairu calls.

Even Matsuri Washuu is ready – though scowling in his stormtrooper outfit, because unbeknownst to him, Yoshitoki had already planned Darth Vader.

Arima peers out of his office.

“Did you do it, Hirako?” Hell’s Angel Marude grins.

“Oh, we did,” Hairu assures him, as Shiba Hirako shoves Arima out.

Yes, his Squad managed to convince him to dress like a Roman god, complete with a toga and olive branches in his hair.

“I can’t believe you got me to agree to this,” Arima mumbles.

“You’re brilliant,” Ui whispers to Hairu. She pecks him on the cheek.

“They’re coming!” Hairu whistles, and everyone ducks back into their respective offices.

“Trick or treat!” Shio pounds at their door.

Ui opens to see Ghost Yusa, Vampire Rikai, and Zombie Shio. “Well, well, well, you’re not ghouls, so I suppose we can let you pass.”

“But just to ensure you don’t get hungry.” Hairu dumps candy into their bags.

When the kids move next door, Ui grabs Hairu and kisses her. He feels stupid, but he has to say it. “You’re my fairy princess.”

Juuzou finds out that Shinohara si Dead and Hanbee conforts him? Suzuhan in the most fluffy and platonic way please please please!!

Suzuhan? Yes yes yes!!

“I was thinking,” Suzuya begins, “I should go visit Mr. Shinohara again. Because I haven’t wanted to. Because I hate seeing him like that. But he hated seeing me in pain, and he didn’t leave me.” He clenches his jaw. “So I’ll go.”

Hanbee and Mizurou exchange glances.

“Suzuya,” Hanbee says softly.

“What?” Suzuya’s eyes are so innocent.

“Mr. Shinohara – he passed three days ago,” says Mizurou.

Suzuya starts. “What?”

His lower lip trembles, but he says nothing else before turning and running out of CCG.

“I’ve got this.” Hanbee rushes out. He thinks he knows what to say, and he needs to act before he questions himself.

He finds Suzuya on a park bench, his small shoulders shaking.

Mr. Shinohara made him feel warm and safe and happy. Mr. Shinohara was his dad, really.

And now his father is dead.

And he died for him.

Suzuya looks up as Hanbee looms nearer. “I – I wish it had been me.”

“I don’t,” Hanbee admits. “I wish it would not have happened at all.”

He hesitates. “May I sit down?”

Suzuya nods, and Hanbee settles beside him. “You know, I was completely unfit to be an investigator.” He swallows. “But you – your example – your mentorship – made me into the more dependable person I am today.”

“We had different vices, but I think you went through something similar with Mr. Shinohara. I can’t imagine losing you, so I can’t comfort you adequately – but for what it’s worth, you are everything he would have wanted for you.” Hanbee shivers. “Does that make sense?”

Suzuya nods, tears dribbling down his face. “Thank you, Hanbee.”

Hanbee squeezes his small leader and lets him sob into his shoulders. “You’re very loved, you know.”

“Mr. Shinohara taught me love.” Suzuya looks up. “And I loved him too. Just like I love you all.”

Tsukiyama and Kaneki taking care of a baby girl they adopted? <3

❤ ❤ ❤ Cute!

“Dada.” A two-year-old girl totters into her parents’ bedroom, fat tears rolling down her chubby cheeks.

“Karren!” Tsukiyama leaps out of bed. He scoops her into his arms. “Bad dream?”

Karren nods and lets out a sob.

Kaneki draws Tsukiyama and his little girl close to his chest. Hs heart warms as she reaches for him. “Shh. You’re safe here. Your daddies love you.”

“Dada.” Karren pats Kaneki’s face. “Strong.”

“Very.” Tsukiyama winks at Kaneki. “Want to sleep in the big bed with your daddies?”

Karren squeals with excitement, all her bad dreams banished in the light of her doting fathers.

“Kaneki, here.” Tsukiyama hands Karren to his husband. “I’ll go get your rainbow pillow.” It’s her favorite. Their princess can’t sleep without it.

When Tsukiyama returns to their bedroom, he stops to marvel at Kaneki tucking in their daughter, the orphaned ghoul they’d decided to adopt together. These two are the best part of his life.

He gives Karren her rainbow pillow and nestles next to her. Kaneki settles on her other side, and Tsukiyama knows she and he are the best part of Kaneki’s life, too.

The Suzuya squad at the zoo please?????

Oh, this is adorable!!!

“But do we have to? Animals are so…terrestrial,” Miyuki Mikage says.

“Of course we do,” snaps Keijin Nakarai. Suzuya deserves a happy day.

“Are we all set?” Suzuya Juuzou bounds up to his squad. “Let’s go!”

As soon as they enter the zoo, Suzuya makes a beeline for the giraffes. “Look!”

He points up at them. His face is wonderstruck, and Hanbee has to suspect Suzuya assigns a special meaning to giraffes.

Suzuya giggles. “They’re about your heigh, Hanbee.”

Hanbee’s mouth drops open, and Mizurou Tamaki elbows him. “He’s not wrong.”

“What’s your favorite animal?” Suzuya looks at his squad. “I need to know.”

“Follow me.” Mizurou waves them forward. When he leads them into the bird house to join towards parrots, Suzuya thinks he probably should have expected as much.

“Of course you like the colors,” Mikage teases.

“I do!” Mizurou sticks his nose in the air.

“Who’s next?” Suzuya trembles with eagerness.

“I like the tigers,” Keijin admits. Someday, his dream is to hug one even if it kills him.

“Snakes,” Mikage says dreamily. “I like whatever frightens people.”

“Ew!” Hanbee frowns. “I hate snakes.”

“Well, we’re seeing them anyway. You’ll get used to it.” Suzuya leads his men to the tiger exhibition, where he unexpectedly has to play adult and hold Keijin back from climbing over the walls, and then to the snakes.

Hanbee is visibly sweating as a cobra lifts its head for him.

“Oh, it likes you,” Keijin says.

“I don’t return its feelings.”

“Too bad.” Suzuya waves at the snake, as if he could communicate with it. “So what kind of animal do you like, Hanbee?”

Hanbee’s face reddens. The truth is he likes tame dogs, the Shiba Inus and the Corgis.

But he still guides them to his second-favorite animal.

Suzuya screams. “What is it?”

“A red panda.”

“It looks like a fat fox.” Suzuya is leaning precariously over the fence.

If he falls in, thinks Keijin, we all might have to jump in and rescue him.

He elects not to warn his leader.

But he probably should have, because Suzuya does fall in, and Hanbee leaps over the fence to rescue him.

It probably isn’t necessary for the rest of them to join the rescue mission, but they all do, and from the infuriated eyes of the security guards, it’s obvious why.

It’s still worth it, even when they’re kicked out. Because Suzuya continues to whisper, “I patted it,” and Hanbee is glowing that his Squad Leader is happy.

So….. What about Happy drunk Naki having fun with Yamada (tsukiyama) after the wedding! They are good bros

Thank you thank you! Naki asks warm whatever’s left of my heart after the last few chapters.

“You chose the best blood wine, bro.” Naki throws his arm across Tsukiyama’s shoulders. “The best.”

“Thank you.” Tsukiyama feels giddy. He hasn’t been drunk in a while – well, since he snuck into Mirumo’s cabinet and tested every bottle and Matsumae discovered him throwing up on the floor when he was all of fifteen – but buzzed is always a nice feeling.

“How’d you get to be so shmart?” Naki giggles. “I wish I was like you. Big bro would have liked you.”

No, Yamori would not have liked Tsukiyama, and Tsukiyama would not have liked the blood flecks on his immaculate suit, but that was then, and this is now.

“Are you happy, Naki?”

“Yesh!” Naki throws back his head and laughs. “Because with this – thish stuff – I feel like I can talk to Big Bro. And Miza.”

“Miza’s alive,” she calls over, sourly.

“And you!” Naki hugs Tsukiyama, who starts laughing.

“Wait, have any of you played Never Have I Ever? We should,” Tsukiyama calls over the guests. Hinami declines, to his relief, and Nishiki is wrestling Yomo to bed, and Kaneki and Touka are off – well – Tsukiyama giggles.

Soon it’s just Miza, Naki, Koma, Irimi, and Tsukiyama playing. They discover that Naki’s a virgin, Miza wants to change that, Irimi has never killed anyone older than sixty, and Koma has also eaten himself to heal, much like Tsukiyama did after their lovely married couple let him have it.

“Like old times!” Naki babbles, though to what old times he’s referring to, Tsukiyama has no idea.

“To love!” Tsukiyama raises his glass.

“All the love here tonight.” Naki dissolves into giggles, and they all cheer.

He finally spills his wine over his white suit, and Koma leaps to his feet. “I win!”

Tsukiyama hands over money. “Damn, I was rooting for you, Naki.”

Naki just laughs, and soon they all do, too.

Can I ask for a little Urie/saiko trip to the supermarket whilst buying groceries for the Quinx? If you could add their journey home too that’s a bonus :) Thank you!

Ooh this should be interesting.

“Urie!” Saiko holds up bags of gummy bears and gummy worms. “Can we get these?”

Urie stares at her. People actually want to eat childhood friends and insects? “Sometimes, this is why I sympathize with ghouls.”

“You know you don’t,” Saiko huffs, shoving the bags back on the shelves to hurry after Urie. “Lemme guess, you’re looking for protein? Brotein?”

“Yes! We need it.” Urie throws the leanest meat he can find into their cart.

“I’m not a bro!” Saiko sticks her chest out at him. “Can’t you at least compromise and get us hamburger meat? We can make cheeseburgers!”

She clasps her hands together.

“No.” He heads to the protein shake section next.

Saiko shakes her head in horror. “Oh my god, haven’t you heard of flavor? Sugar? Salt? The five basic tastes, at least? How do you find everything that matches none of these?”

“Promotions taste better!” He squeaks.

He really shouldn’t have.

“Oh-ho.” Saiko plants her hands on her hips. “I see how it is.”

“Saiko -”

“Shut up, silly boy. We are getting flavor if it’s the last thing I do. And with you, it might be.” Saiko flounces off on her own.

They shop on their own, and when they meet up at the checkout line, Urie manages to persuade her to remove the gummies but not the ice cream cake or chips. She accepts his surrender on protein shakes but not the meat, because hey, she has the perfect spices now.

As they walk home, Saiko elbows him. “Together, we make a pretty great pair, don’t we?”

Urie giggles. “Yeah.”

“Did you just giggle?” Saiko holds her phone aloft. “Why didn’t I record this? I have blackmail material!”

“Don’t ruin my stellar reputation.” Urie sniffs, but she can hear the smile in his voice.

“Well, is kissing me allowed if you want your stellar reputation?” She juts out her lower lip.

Urie’s heart palpitates. “What?”

“I know! I’ll kiss you!” Saiko plants her lips on his.

He kisses her back. Because she’s right. They make a great pair.