Urie drawing mucchan for the first time.

SQUEE

Urie squints and holds up the green hair he – not creepily – plucked from Mutsuki’s hairbrush. His green is too dark.

He adds a dollop of white paint to the green and stirs.

Those eyes. Urie smiles like an idiot at the eyes he drew. They sparkle, just like Mucchan.

White clothing suits Mucchan, Urie thinks as he finally arrives at the correct hair color. Pristine, angelic, glowing. Mucchy.

Hopefully Mutsuki loves it. Hopefully this painting helps Mutsuki feel loved.

Urie begins adding color to Mutsuki’s hair. Ugh, he’s never been so nervous about a painting.

“Urie?” The door opens and Mutsuki’s mouth drops open. “Uh.”

“Hi!” Urie leaps in front of his painting. “Don’t worry about it. Don’t look. You saw nothing.”

“Urie, why are you drawing me?” Mutsuki shivers.

“Because you’re beautiful, why else?” Urie says grumpily. He doesn’t move out of the way, though. “It’s highly unfinished, though.”

“You think I’m interesting enough to draw?”

“Yeah.” Urie sighs and pulls back. “See?” He pauses. “Wait. Do you mind posing?”

Mutsuki shakes his head. “I’d be flattered.”

Urie can barely contain his excitement, even though outwardly he retains his classic grumpus look. But when Mutsuki smiles at him, Urie finally cracks a smile.

Urie has a little sister (who is gorgeous and is very clever) who is just joining the CCG and becoming a quinx like her brother. She gets a different rc type, and is surprisingly fast at learning how to use it. He dislikes her because she remembers very little of their father but is also (he thinks) the reason their mother died during childbirth (bc we don’t know much about her). Feel free to do more with her! (I like the idea Kuki having a baby sister who looks like him)

Urie Sumire is exactly the type of girl Saiko likes. Full-figured, athletic, short, and smart. Someone to help Saiko bear the female burden among a bunch of testosterone-driven fools.

“I’m an ukaku, just like you!” Sumire beams at Shirazu, who wipes his nose to ensure he’s not bleeding.

“N-n-nice to meet you.”

“Mutsuki, you’re so handsome.” Sumire hugs Mucchan, and Urie Kuki’s eyes flash.

You might have taken Mom, but you’re not taking Mucchan from me, he vows.

He really doesn’t know much about Sumire. He’s ignored her for much of their lives. But now he won’t be able to ignore her anymore, and he’s unsure how he feels about this.

“We should practice using our ukakus,” Shirazu squeaks.

“Yes!” Sumire nods. They scamper off, and Saiko winks at Urie.

She’s going to get a promotion before me, isn’t she? Urie scowls. “Mutsuki, help me practice with my koukaku.”

“But I don’t have a koukaku…”

“No matter! I have to get promoted first,” Urie begs.

Saiko and Mutsuki exchange glances.

“What?” Urie demands.

They burst out laughing.

Touka going around the base with a sexy bunny outfit to get kaneki attention

Kaneki first notices that something is wrong when he finds Ayato a babbling, crying mess in Hinami’s room.

Hinami directs him to Nishiki, who proves unhelpful. All Nishiki delivers is a sly smile.

“Kaneki! Tres bien!” wails Tsukiyama, entering the room.

“What is happening?” Kaneki nearly shrieks.

“YOU WILL FIND OUT, MY DEAR!” Tsukiyama dances off, mumbling French phrases to himself.

Thoroughly confused, Kaneki wanders off to find Banjou with a nosebleed, Naki with a migraine, Koma winking at him, and Irimi wiggling her eyebrows.

“Help me,” says Kaneki. “I don’t understand.”

Someone’s hands latch onto his shoulders, and Kaneki turns around to see Yomo, sweating and looking more horrified than Ayato.

“Okay, Ren, sit down. Kaneki, get thee gone,” Irimi says.

Kaneki ducks out of Yomo’s grasp and hurries down the corridor. What is –

“Why hello there, King.” A rabbit-eared Touka dressed in a skimpy, lacy pink costume strides around the corner.

“T-T-T-touka-chan?” Kaneki’s brain ceases function.

“You all needed to be shocked out of your mopey funks,” Touka purrs. “Come with me. It’s time to take a few hours off work.”

Kaneki eagerly allows her to drag him to their chambers.

some more tender moments between mizurou and michiko plz!

Based on @koyuki-tan‘s “Peace Sign.” Read it.

“I was thinking,” says Mizurou, reaching over to brush Michiko’s golden brown strands out of her eyes, “that maybe we could get married.”

Michiko’s eyes widen. She snuggles closer to him, pulling the sheets tight around them. “You’d want that?”

“I love you,” Mizurou says softly, biting his lip like he always does when he gets nervous.

“You know I love you,” Michiko replies with a little laugh. Her heart beats faster. She can’t believe she’s this lucky, to be with Mizurou.

He leans forward and kisses her on her nose. “I know we haven’t been dating that long, but I … this feels right, you know? Also, Suzuya likes you.”

Michiko snorts. “Well, then, that’s all the approval we need.”

He giggles. This brilliant woman makes him so happy.

Something warm wraps around his legs. “Are you trying to trap me with your bikaku again?”

“Yes,” says Michiko, showering him with kisses.

Pregnant Touka twist ankle

“God dammit!” yells Touka, stumbling into Nishiki. They’re setting up a new coffee shop inside CCG, which is now the Commission for Cooperation with Ghouls and run by former CCG and Goat members alike.

“Your wife can’t help falling into my arms, Kaneki,” Nishiki quips.

“Nishiki, do we need to have the ‘be nice to women growing babies’ talk again?” asks Kimi from the counter she’s scrubbing.

“No,” he grumbles. “Touka, are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” Touka shoves him away, only to nearly fall. She grabs Nishiki to keep from hitting the floor. “I think I twisted my ankle.”

“Let me see,” says Kimi, dropping her sponge. Nishiki held Touka settle into a chair, and Kimi prods her ankle. “Hmm. Doesn’t look broken, so I imagine it’ll heal soon.”

“I hope.” Touka wipes her brow. This pregnancy is sure taking a toll on her healing abilities.

“What’s going on?” Yomo, Ayato, and Kaneki enter the shop. Kaneki immediately flies to Touka’s side.

“Nothing,” Touka says.

“She twisted her ankle,” says Nishiki.

“Traitor!”

“Typical Touka,” says Ayato with a smirk.

Touka narrows her eyes.

“Do I really need to have this conversation with you, too, Ayato?” Kimi asks with a sigh.

“You don’t want it,” Nishiki assures him.

“What conversation?” Ayato is thoroughly confused.

“Never mind. Kaneki, do me a favor and slap my brother.” Touka grins. If it means trolling Ayato, she’s going to milk this ankle as much as she can.

Shinohara wakes up and meets Hanbee

Hanbee holds his breath as Suzuya and he enter the stark hospital room, which smells of limp food and cleaning fluids.

Suzuya wants to stop, to run away, but he can’t, so Hanbee will hold his breath in his leader’s place.

Suzuya steps in full view of the bed, where Shinohara Yukinori sits, awake and smiling at his wife and not-so-little kids.

Suzuya’s heart beats wildly. Is there still a place for him with Mr. Shinohara?

Shinohara stills as soon as he spies Suzuya. Then he holds out his hands, as emotion clouds his ability to speak.

“Mr. Shinohara!” Suzuya wails and launches himself into Shinohara’s arms. “You’re here, you’re really here.”

“I am,” says Shinohara, embracing Suzuya. “Juuzou, you’ve become a great man.”

“T-thank you,” says Suzuya, wiping his eyes.

“Who is this?” Shinohara’s eyes flit over to the doorway, where Hanbee stands.

“That is Hanbee Abara, my squad member. He’s…very special to me,” says Suzuya, flushing.

“Hanbee.” Mr. Shinohara smiles at him. “I’m glad Suzuya found someone like you.”

Hanbee gasps. “Thank you, sir! Suzuya is – well, he’s the most amazing leader we have. And I – I love him.”

“I’m glad,” says Shinohara, squeezing Suzuya’s shoulder. “Nothing could make me happier.”

Crack head cannon (which is really just a contraction of a previous crack head cannon): Ui Koori doesn’t help with the rumors surrounding the Quinx mentor, and to anyone that askes, he’ll tell them it’s cruella deville’s psychotic cousin

It begins with an un-caffeinated Ui, out of cigarettes and fresh out of bed.

“Ui, who is Sasaki?” asks Yusa.

“Cruella DeVille’s psychotic cousin,” Ui grumbles.

Yusa’s eyes widen, and he races off. Ui slides into his seat, not thinking much of their exchange.

An hour later, Shio appears. “Ui sir, who is Sasaki?”

“The Quinx Leader,” Ui says simply.

Shio pouts. “Why are you boring with me? You told Yusa something funny!”

“I did?” Ui thinks for a second. “Hmm…okay, Sasaki is Maleficent’s brother. Complete with the dragon.”

Shio claps his hands in approval.

Rikai is only five minutes behind Shio. “Who is Sasaki?”

“The personification of decaf coffee and e-cigarettes,” Ui replies, staring straight into her eyes.

Finally, he can get back to work.

“Kooriiiiiii,” sings a voice. Hairu waltzes in, and Ui brightens immediately. “I have something for you.”

“Yes?”

Hairu holds out a sugar cube.

Ui takes it eagerly, but gags after it settles on his tongue. “Hairu!”

“It’s a salt cube! Just like you,” Hairu cheers.

“You heard what I was saying about Sasaki, didn’t you?” Ui complains, spitting out the cube.

“Yup.” Hairu softens. “Be nice, okay, Salt-senpai?” She offers him two more cubes. “I promise these are real sugar this time.”

The quinx squad tries to force Shirazu and Urie to get along without arguing/fighting

“This is a fucking joke, right?” Urie is too horrified to move.

“Nope,” says Sasaki. Mado and Arima stand behind him, arms crossed like they mean business.

“No!” wails Shirazu.

“Keep in mind, you had chances to avoid this.” Akira steps closer, and Saiko presses her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing.

Urie shoots her a murderous glare. She squeaks and hides behind Mutsuki. “There’s no way. No fucking way.”

Takeomi will see me.

“Well, there’s no way you’ll ever do anything from desk work from now on,” says Sasaki sweetly. “Unless.”

He waves the monstrosity in his hands about. A giant shirt reading This is Our Get Along Shirt.

“I thought that existed only in memes,” Shirazu wails.

“Not anymore.” Sasaki waves the two doomed Quinx forward.

It’s tight and awkward. Urie can’t believe he’s going to spend the rest of today chained by cotton to this mouth-breather.

Saiko doubles over laughing, no longer afraid of either of them. “And here you all thought I was the problem!”

“That reminds me,” says Sasaki. He snaps his fingers.

Akira holds out a This is Our Hard Work Shirt, and Arima waves a This is Our Face Our Fear Shirt.

“You’ll each be paired with Akira and Arima, respectively. It was only fair,” says Sasaki.

Could you possibly do a continuation of your Nico and the adopted human child please. Thank and have a good holiday.

Happy Holidays to you, too! ❤

“Kid, how much sugar have you had?” Nico may not know what sugar tastes like, but she knows it makes kids hyper. And she’s never quite seen a child hyper like this one.

“I ate all the cookies you bought me.” The girl, Reiko of no discernible surname, giggles. “They’re delicious.”

“Chocolate is still better than vanilla,” calls Souta. He remembers chocolate enough to be offended whenever anyone prefers vanilla. Which this brat does.

“It is not!” She stomps her foot.

“I’ll side with her,” says Itori, casually sipping her wine.

“You know,” Uta says slyly, “we could decorate his face green to make him look like the grinch.”

“Jesus Christ,” says Souta.

“Don’t swear in front of kids,” cries Nico.

“I’ve heard worse,” says Reiko.

“Still,” says Donato, holding up a cross towards a scandalized Souta.

“Are you all – you’re all seriously going to – wait -” Souta dives for the door, but Roma wrestles him back. “Uta, touch me and you will pay for this.”

“I’m not going to,” Uta replies, handing Reiko the face paint he gave her for Christmas this morning. She cackles with joy, and Nico gives Souta a stern glare.

Nimura Furuta hangs his head and lets Reiko smear green all over his beautiful skin.

“The problem is your heart is three sizes too small,” sings Reiko.

All of us have that problem. Nico watches Reiko soberly. Maybe this kid is exactly what she and the rest of the clowns need.

Au where Kureo is still alive and Amon and Akira want to tell him they’re getting married but as much as he loves his daughter and Amon he can’t process it

“Hi, Dad.” Akira speaks into the throwaway cellphone she purchased from the convenience store across the street from their motel.

“Akira.” Kureo sounds hesitant.

She knows she broke his heart during their last conversation, when she confessed to saving Seidou, to betraying her humanity and family and her mother’s memory. He probably didn’t expect to hear from her again.

“I’m calling because Amon and I have some news.”

“Amon?!”

“He’s alive too, Dad. Same as Seidou. Would you kill him?” Akira blinks back tears. Amon slips his hand into hers.

“Come back,” Kureo whispers. He can’t bear to answer the question; it could tear his world apart.

“Anyhow.” Akira hardens her voice. “Amon and I are getting married.”

“Akira!” Kureo often dreamt about Akira happy with Amon, of grandchildren. But now? “He’s a ghoul. And you’re -”

“A traitor,” Akira cuts in. “I know, Dad.”

She hangs up, shaking.

“I’m sorry,” Amon says, stroking her hair.

“You’re worth it. Ghouls are worth it, actually.” Akira laughs a little. “Shall we get ready?”

When they return from their drive-through wedding, Akira is focused on on her husband. In his arms, she feels freer than she’s ever been.

“What’s this?” Amon carries her into their motel room before hurrying back into the hallway, where a card lies.

Daughter and son-in-law.

Akira starts. She opens it gingerly.

Congratulations to you both. I love you.

Akira’s mouth falls open. “He…he knows where we are.”

“And he hasn’t told anyone.” Amon smiles. “There’s hope for him.”

“And we have his blessing,” Akira jokes as she pulls Amon in for another kiss.