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.”

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“’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.

Saiko and Shirazu get together and Mutsuki and Urie do too, and Sasaki comes home to the shock of his life.

Bless you.

“Mucchan.” Urie pouts at the base of the stairs. “I just want to kiss you over and over.”

Mutsuki blushes. “You can.”

Urie brushes back Mutsuki’s green locks to see his eyes better. “You wanna go to my room?”

Mutsuki nods, embarrassed but thrilled.

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“Look at them.” Saiko peers around the corner to watch them head upstairs. “I’m so happy for them.”

“I am too. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have earplugs to put in.” Shirazu pushes past.

“Hold on, hold on!” Saiko is offended. “You can’t possibly pass this up.”

“Pass what up?” Shirazu is thoroughly confused.

“These!” Saiko pushes her chest up.

“Oh – oh!” Shirazu looks both terrified and elated. “Saiko. Wait. Do you actually – you feel that way – about me?”

“Of course I do, silly.” Saiko smirks. “If you’d like to touch them, you can.”

“I, uh, I like you.” Shirazu splutters.

Saiko wraps her arms around him. “Shall we go upstairs?”

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Sasaki Haise whistles as he enters the Chateau. “Hello?”

He hears a shout from upstairs, and with a smile, heads towards the noise.

“Saiko, you’re amazing,” he hears Shirazu groan. She giggles in response.

Haise is now very confused.

He backs towards Urie’s room. Sane, grumpy Urie.

“Urie, I love you,” Mutsuki’s voice sobs.

“I love you, Tooru,” Urie whispers. “And you have a beautiful body.”

Haise stumbles backwards and nearly throws himself down the stairs. He frantically dials Arima’s number.

“Haise?”

“My squad is – they’re – engaging in activities of a – sensitive nature,” Haise squeaks.

“Hmm. Ui and Hairu should learn from them,” Arima muses.

“No!” Haise hangs up and calls Akira. “Akira! Help! My squad is making love!”

“All together?” Akira sounds scandalized.

“No.” Haise is appalled. “Urie and Mutsuki, and Saiki and Shirazu. I can hear them.”

“Oh. Hmm. About time.” Akira clears her throat. “Want earplugs?”

Akiramon/The Hunchback of Notre Dame

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.

“The time has come,” Kanou Akahiro announces. “Mado Akira, you stand accused of harboring not one, but two, ghouls. Repent!”

He leans in close. “If you will consent to my experiment, you will live. Choose me!”

Akira spits in his face. She doesn’t struggle against the ropes that bind her. If she’s going to die for ghouls, so be it. Despite her alliances, Father will be proud of her, and Mother, too. She knows this in her soul.

Kanou tosses the torch on the straw surrounding her.

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On the roof of CCG, Takizawa slumps against his chains. Akira, of all people, cannot die for him.

“Takizawa Seidou!” A blue-haired girl bursts onto the concrete. She grabs the chains. “Don’t give up!”

“We have to defeat Kanou,” adds a pink-haired boy.

“He’s already won,” mutters Takizawa. “Leave me alone.”

“We’ve done all we can,” protests a tall, black-haired girl. “You’re full ghoul. Only you can help her.”

Takizawa lifts his eyes to see the flames rising. He sees Akira flinch.

He screams and bites at the chains.

“Hold on.” A green-haired boy emerges onto the roof, followed by a purple-haired one. They carry saws.

As soon as the Quinxes cut the chains from his wrists, Takizawa grabs one. “Don’t let this drop.”

He leaps off CCG and swings downward, flying like an owl. Kanou looks up in horror as Takizawa snaps the binds on a coughing Akira. With her in hand, he leaps back, and the Quinx pull them both to safety.

“Sanctuary!” cries Takizawa, lifting Akira high.

The Quinx rush downstairs to defend CCG from the coming assault, while Takizawa tries to rouse Akira. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!”

“If I were you, I’d be a bit more sorry for myself.” A voice oozes out from behind him. “

He’s not sure how much time has passed, but somehow Kanou is here. Takizawa can see him from his shadow.

“I never realized how miserable you were.” Takizawa sees a knife rise.

“No!” Takizawa hurls Kanou across the roof. He grabs Akira and jumps to the slippery ledge below. It’s a precarious balancing act, but thy’ll make it – they have to.

“Leaving so soon?” Kanou peers over the roof. He raises a quinque and swings for Takizawa.

Takizawa throws Akira through a window to safety, but he’s barely hanging on.

“I should have known you’d risk your life rescuing someone you love. Just like your parents died trying to rescue you!”

“What?” All this time, Takizawa thought he killed his parents.

“Ha!” Kanou hurtles the quinque towards Takizawa again.

Takizawa dodges, but he’s falling –

“Seidou!” Akira grabs his hand.

“What!” Kanou howls and tries to aim for Akira, and she can see the realization his eyes before she sees him begin to fall.

“Seidou, hang on. No, don’t – hang on!” Akira grunts as her friend’s wrist slips. “Seidou!”

He hurtles down CCG’s facade.

“Got ya!” Amon Koutarou, himself a pariah Akira had hidden in CCG, uses his kaduna to catch Takizawa.

Takizawa gasps as Amon yanks him throughout the window. Even though Amon’s still in kakuja form, he throws his arms around his friend.

“Seidou!” Akira rushes in. “Oh my god, thank you!” She hugs him, and then pauses to look at Amon.

Takizawa knows what he needs to do. He takes both their hands in his, his best friends’ hands, and joins them together. Then, with a smile, he steps aside.

Amon can’t believe he almost lost both Akira and Seidou, just because he refused to use a kagune. Akira can’t believe she might actually have a future with him.

She kisses him.

Touka’s Inspiration in Other Ships

By a lovely Nonny-Mouse.

Everyone asks Touka for relationship advice. Here are the results:

Akiramon:

Akira: are you a virgin?

Amon: wait, what? I mean… yes, I guess, I know I’m over 30, but you see, I had a really bad childhood, so I didn’t want to… *continues for five minutes*

Akira: *is getting tired of this shit and strips her shirt off*

Amon:

Ayahina:

Hinami: are you a virgin?

Ayato: WHAT HINAMI WHY WOULD YOU ASK ME THAT *gets all red*

Hinami: Because I like you!

Ayato: !!! 😀 *strips shirt off*

Hinami: and your sister told me she asked Kaneki that before they did it.

Ayato: If you’re trying to seduce me never bring up my sister’s sex life again.

Shiraiko:

Saiko: are you a virgin?

Shirazu: excuse me! Saiko! You don’t ask someone that!

Saiko: Fine, do you want to have sex?

Shirazu: with you?

Saiko: No, with a doll. Yes, with me.

Shirazu: Maybe…

Saiko/Hsiao:

Hsiao: are you a virgin?

Saiko: Not for long if you want to do something about it.

Nakimiza:

Miza: are you a virgin?

Naki: what’s a virgin?

Miza: nosebleeds.

Mutsurie:

Mutsuki: are you a virgin?

Urie: *no mouth, boy is shook*

Mutsuki: I’ve never done it with someone I … cared about; that’s kind of like being a virgin, right?

Urie: what?

Mutsuki: *kisses him*

Urie: idk what’s happening but I like it.

Takizawa is injured and Akira and Amon find out.

We’re assuming this is post-ghoulification and reunion for our friends.

“He’s pretty bad,” Banjou says, eying the babbling Takizawa. Truth to be told, the injuries will heal. But this kid’s mental state makes Kaneki look normal.

“He’s missing three limbs. Of course it’s bad,” Kurona shoots back. She points at Banjou. “You! Are not going to let our sibling die.”

Kaneki isn’t sure how he feels about her insistence on calling them siblings, but if it helps her, fine.

“Move, Eyepatch King.” Mado Akira appears in the room, shoving the One-Eyed King aside so fast he crashes into the wall. She’s not really sorry.

Amon Koutarou rushes in behind her. “Seidou!”

“It’s Owl now, right?” Akira winks at Takizawa’s bloodied mouth.

“No!” he wails. “I did it! I killed Mom and Dad! I drank their blood!”

Akira exchanges a glance with Amon.

“I’m impossible.” Seidou grins.

Taste like home cooking, Seidou?

He feels like such an object. Even now. He can’t reclaim his personhood no matter how desperately he desires.

“I mean, yes,” Amon says, perching on the bed next to Seidou. “But we love you for it.”

“My life is shit.” Tears stream down his face.

“We like your life. I nearly gave up mine for you!” Akira jabs her finger at him, and the delirious ghoul pauses for a moment. “And it was worth it, God dammit!”

“Dammit, like I’m damned.”

Amon clears his throat. “I was raised by a priest, remember. You’re not damned, Seidou.”

“And if you were, we’d break down hell for you.” Akira kisses the top of Seidou’s head. “We love you.”

He pauses. “Really?”

“Please believe that.”

For a moment, looking at their compassionate faces, he feels like nothing happened. For a moment, he dares to believe them.

The Quinx go to a club and drink a wee bit too much.

Dis fun.

Alternate Universe where Shirazu is totally 100% alive.

“Alrighty, everyone. Let’s go.”

“Go where?” Mutsuki looks up in surprise.

“Da club.” Shirazu’s hands are wrapped around Urie, and Saiko appears on Mutsuki’s left, Hsaio on his right.

“Uh.”

Aura is dragged forward by Higemaru. “We’ve been played,” he grumbles.

And so all seven Quinxes find themselves in a club with music so loud Mutsuki can feel it in his teeth.

The solution, as Higemaru assures him, is to drink.

Mutsuki then finds himself crying and babbling on about how inadequate he feels. He leans on Urie, who meanwhile has been drinking to muster the courage to confront Mutsuki. Or just survive the chaotic club atmosphere.

“You’re so handsome,” he finally manages to slur, and then Higemaru interrupts by dragging them both onto the dance floor.

Saiko pouts as Shirazu and Aura begin grinding on each other. “Men are dumb.”

“You’re not.” Hsaio drops her glass onto the floor. It shatters into what she finds a pretty pattern.

“I’m not a man.” Saiko thrusts out her chest.

“Neither am I.” Hsaio grins. “I’ve always wanted boobs like yours.”

“They hurt my back.”

“Can I touch them? Are they squishy?”

When Haise Sasaki arrives per a concerning call from Higemaru, he finds Hsaio and Saiko feeling each other up at the bar.

Urie is vomiting in a bathroom urinal as Mutsuki pats his head.

On the dance floor, Shirazu and Higemaru play patty-cake over Aura’s unconscious body.

He sends an image to Arima. Ui was right. We’re unethical. I quit.

Don’t leave me with this, Arima texts back. I’d rather be with ghouls.

Finally, Akira responds to them both. If you ever send me these images again, dear child, I’m sterilizing myself.

Scenario where Akira stumbles upon Donato and has a conversation with him and Amon realizes she’s missing.

Akira approached at her father’s grave with trepidation. A gray-haired man knelt there, and as far as Akira knew, her father had had no old friends.

“Who are you?” she demanded.

Donato Porpora turned around.

“Jesus Christ!” she yelled, deliberately. Father had taught her well – her hidden quinque soared towards the ghoul. Don’t you dare disgrace Dad’s grave.

Donato laughed and easily sidestepped her blow. “My, my, you’re a fiery one. And here I thought graveyards were sacred.”

“Then why are you here?”

“Touché.” He leant against the gravestone of someone she didn’t know, but her ire burned all the same. No corpse deserved his filthy hands on their final memorial.

“I came to see the resting place of my future in-laws.” Donato smirked at her, and Akira’s cheeks turns pink.

“You leave Amon out of this,” she hissed. “You aren’t his father. My father was like a father to him. He didn’t trick him into silence while killing children.”

“No, he just convinced him to help kill ghoul children, am I right? I know about the Fueguchis.” Donato enjoyed her discomfort.

“He’s not yours.”

“Would you like to see pictures of him as a kid before you fail to kill me? He used to love the donuts I bought him.” Donato smirked. “Don’t worry, I can’t kill my future daughter-in-law.”

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“Have you seen Akira?” Amon paced in front of a bored Seidou and amused Touka. “She won’t pick up her phone.”

“Nope.”

“She said she was going to visit Mayo’s grave,” Kaneki said, entering.

“Thank you for being helpful, Eyepatch.” Amon nodded curtly at the three ghouls – fellow ghouls – before heading out. He’d gotten her engagement ring fitted, and he wanted her to have it immediately.

He didn’t see anyone in the graveyard, though, and suddenly Amon’s intuition – the one her father had taught him to listen to – told him something was very, very wrong.

He wanted to call her name, but if something was wrong, that might be the wrong move. Amon scanned the hills of the dead to see a lone figure standing below a tree.

He jogged over, desperate to ask if someone had seen her.

“Hello, Amon.” The man turned around, and Amon froze.

“Where is she?” He clenched his fists.

“Up here.” Akira waved from the tree, where she was nestled in its branches, quinque ready. “He wanted to tell me all your fun childhood stories. I said I’d listen only if I could hold a quinque at his throat.”

“I like her,” Donato said.

“I don’t like you.”

“That’s why I like you.” Donato held out a picture to Amon. His face was smeared with chocolate frosting. “I held onto this the entire time I was in jail.”

“That’s nice,” Amon said stiffly.

“Of course, you can’t eat those now, can you.” Donato looked sad.

“No thanks to the likes of you.”

“And the likes of you now. Think on that.”

“If you think on the trauma you caused me and everyone else.” Amon crossed his arms. Akira nodded with approval.

Donato raised his eyebrows and melded into the twilight. Both former investigators just watched him go.

“There will be a time for justice,” Akira said finally. “Now isn’t it.”

“He’ll hurt someone else!” Amon gasped.

She leapt to the ground. “And you’d never forgive yourself if you were the one who killed him.”

He swallowed and stared at the ground.

“Stop being stubborn.”

Amon half-smiled. “You’re one to talk.”

She took his hand, and he slipped on her ring.