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Could you do an nsfw Arisasa scenario please?

You’re welcome, Nonny-Mouse! I hope you enjoy.

CHRISTMAS

“You’re the best mentor, you know. Thank you.” Haise Sasaki holds out a Christmas present for his friend.

Arima smiles and accepts the gift. He feels bad he didn’t buy anything for Sasaki.

“You really don’t have to beat yourself up. You’re always doing that.” Sasaki shakes his head. “Can’t you be happy for once?”

“You make me happy,” Arima tells him, and his heart thumps in his chest. 

He opens the perfectly wrapped gift to see a framed photograph of 0 Squad. Laughing. 

“This is fabulous.”

“I’m glad you like it.” Sasaki sighs. “I had to ask Akira. You’re rather difficult to shop for, you know.”

“So are you,” Arima says lamely.

“Not really.” Sasaki’s face is illuminated by glowing lights, and – and –

From the moment Arima met him in the sewers, Sasaki’s had his heart.

——————————————————————————————

NEW YEARS

Sasaki calls Arima, exhausted after a night helping an intoxicated Akira groom her cat over and over.

“Come over and I’ll brew you coffee,” Arima tells him.

They talk and talk over coffee, and finally Sasaki asks what he’s been wondering.

“Do you like me?”

Arima starts. “Of course.”

“Not like that. At the party last night, Hairu said you were off pining for me.” Sasaki’s face is bright red. “Is that true?”

Arima sighs.

When he looks up, Sasaki kisses him. 

A New Year, indeed.

 ————————————————————————————

VALENTINE’S DAY

“Arima!” Haise rolls over and wakes his boyfriend by peppering his face with kisses. 

“Well, that is a pleasant way to awaken,” Arima mumbles. “We could make it more pleasant, though.”

“Oh, really?” Sasaki pulls Arima atop him. 

Arima suckles the skin of Sasaki’s chest. He stokes his muscles, and his smile grows with every moan. 

When Sasaki is inside him, he feels open and free and beautiful. They’re both part-ghoul, and they understand each other in ways most people don’t. 

They collapse next to each other, covered in sweat. 

Arima reaches over to their nightstand. “I got you something for Valentine’s Day.”

“Chocolate?” Sasaki laughs at the box. “Well, it just so happens…”

Arima guffaws as Sasaki pulls out the exact same box.

“You’re hard to shop for, you know,” Sasaki says again.

Arima pulls him in for another kiss.

Could you do a scenario where Yoshitoki finds out Arima was the king all along and had betrayed them?

I love Yoshitoki! Thank you for the ask! 

Arima walks into his office, exhausted even though he just awoke. 

The Rushima Landing operation will be soon. Eto plans to escape soon. And, if everything goes correctly, Kaneki Ken will kill him. 

He’s sorry for what he’s done to Kaneki. He hopes he will forgive him, someday.

And then something hurtles towards his face, and he barely dodges it.

“You bastard!” Yoshitoki can’t help but feel pleased that his visibly aging brother is weakening. He slams the door shut and takes a step closer. “Is it – is it true?”

Yoshitoki’s eyes are wide and desperate. Arima doesn’t know how he knows, but he does,

“Why do you ask what you already know?” He delivers his sternest glare. If Yoshitoki interferes with his plans, he will have to kill his brother. And Yoshitoki knows he can.

But, truthfully, he doesn’t want to. He wishes he could like his brother.

His brother is what he might have been if not for Eto. Kind and gentle, forced into a role that he took up in his eagerness to please their unappeasable father.

“What are you planning?” Yoshitoki doubles over. “You’re the king. Arima – Kishou – don’t you care about us? About Father? About Matsuri?”

“Matsuri’s better off without his role. You and I both know it.” Arima is still pissed they made his nephew marry Iyo. Neither kid deserves or needs the other.

“I have to stop you.” Yoshitoki scowls. “I don’t want to.”

“Do you?”

Yoshitoki steps closer. “You stood next to me, all those years, lying to Father. You stood as our beacon of hope, and you let us lie for you.”

“Yes.” Arima looks at the floor. “Do you want me to apologize? I can’t give it to you.”

“I want – my family. That included you, or so I thought.” Yoshitoki shakes his head, and Arima sees what Eto might have seen in him long ago. 

He sees what could have been, if not for their father.

He should give up on his brother. But he persists. “I know you think you’re doing right. But do you think Matsuri is happy? Your boy likes men, Yoshitoki, and that’s nothing to be ashamed of.” 

Eto had once slapped him for not encouraging Yoshitoki to help the bookish Matsuri. 

Well, I’m doing it now. 

“H – he can’t,” pleads Yoshitoki. Father won’t allow it.

“You helped implement this. So did I. At least I will take it out.” Arima steps closer. “And you can help. If you go to Rushima now, if you let my plan fulfill itself, you can help make the world better for your son. I know you love him.”

Like he loves Kaneki. 

Yoshitoki hesitates. Arima could kill him otherwise. But, maybe, all his years of good parenting weren’t enough. Maybe Matsuri and all the Washuus are caged.

He’s always known. And done nothing. 

He meets Arima’s eyes, tears in his own. The two men exchange a nod, and Yoshitoki whispers, “Brother.”

Then he leaves for Rushima. 

why do you want to die furuta

Because everyone stupid dies, and we’re all stupid. 

Because then I’ll experience what everyone else does. Everyone only dies once (though I’m trying to change that, teehee!). It won’t matter if they have more birthdays or more love or more food. 

Because I’m a villain and I’m supposed to die, right? And all the bad will die with me! Isn’t that funny? You know it’s funny.

No perfect world can have someone like me. 

So you’ll have your super-peaceful world and I’ll have my super peaceful death, and everything will be super. 

hugs and kisses and tickles,

Kichimura Washuu

P.S. Please bury me with a watermelon or some kind of fruit, it’d be so funny.

🙂

Ui getting teased by his colleagues abt his crush on hairu and hairu doesnt know ui likes her

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Omg this is an Uihai tsunami and I love it.

“Sooooo. What are your plans for Valentine’s Day?” Hirako sits on Ui’s desk – the nerve – and grins at Ui.

“What’s with your cheeky face?” he asks sourly.

“So grumpy. Pining away, are we?”

“What?” Ui gasps. “For who? You’re crazy!”

“Methinks thou doth protest too much.” Kiyoko Aura breezes past. 

Ui turns scarlet as all the Squad 0 kids giggle. “Who?”

Arima strolls towards them, and Shio waves him over. “Arima, Arima! Do you think Ui should buy Hairu chocolates or roses for Valentine’s Day?”

Yusa and Rikai dissolve into giggles again, and even Hirako seems taken aback.

“What?” Arima frowns. Koori and Hairu? Hairu and Koori? “Hmm, yes, I can see that.” Honestly, he rather likes the idea. “Buy her what you think she’d want.”

“How do I know?” Ui whispers.

“Ask her or her friends,” Hirako whispers back.

“What’s everyone doing here? Is there a mission to prepare for?” Hairu skips over to them. “Ui, you look red, are you okay?” 

Ui gurgles. 

“Hypothetically,” begins Hirako.

“The kids are wondering what to buy others for Valentine’s Day,” Arima interrupts. They threw Ui, he can throw them. It’s a life lesson.

“Ooh. Roses and chocolate and candlelit dinners are nice. But you know what’s best? Telling someone they like you. I think.” Hairu imagines her perfect Valentine’s Day.

When she waltzes away, the rest of Arima Squad stares at Ui. 

“Better practice that confession.” Arima turns around. “Kids, it’s practice time.”

They all stand. 

“You’re welcome,” Hirako says to a mortified Ui. 

@koyuki-tan @hamliet

The day dawns, the day Ui’s feared since he learned what love was.

Valentine’s Day.

If he doesn’t tell Hairu, Arima will be disappointed and Hirako will think him a coward. 

He has a bouquet of chocolate roses and candlelit dinner reservations. How Arima managed to get him such pricey reservations, he wasn’t sure; all Arima said was that he had ‘a friend’ who ‘knew their way around’ Tokyo. 

“It might all be for nothing,” Ui reminded him.

“It won’t,” Arima assures him. 

But now Ui doubts Arima Kishou. He arrives at CCG soaked in sweat. He can feel everyone’s eyes on the chocolate bouquet in his hands. That slimy Rank 1 Furuta barely covers his laughter.

Hairu rounds the corner and smacks into him. “Koori! I didn’t see you behind – this thing.” 

Her eyes widen. “Who’s this for?”

She’ll kill the girl. Just kidding. But she was not counting on losing Ui on Valentine’s Day. Unless…

“You!” Ui thrusts the bouquet in her face. “Chocolate roses, and I have dinner reservations at a fancy restaurant downtown. If you want. If you don’t, I understand, but please keep the chocolate -”

“Koori,” Hairu interrupts. She’s beaming from ear-to-ear. He remembered that entire conversation? Koori is sweeter than chocolate. “Yes, but only if you help me finish the candy.”

He breaks into a smile. “Really?”

“You’re amazing. Why wouldn’t I like you?” Hairu shivers. “I just – I thought you didn’t – you are so focused on work -”

“Chocolate!” Shio races in.

“He did it!” Rikai cheers, and Yusa hurries over. “Can we have some chocolate, too?”

Hairu blinks. “Um, okay.”

“Please make sure you have some,” says Ui.

“Not to worry.” She winks. “Tonight?”

“Tonight.”

mutsurie in which urie accidentally ends up going for a drink with mucchan :’) (btw i love your cute writings)

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Aw thank you Nonny-Mouse! I live and die by Mutsurie.

“I think we deserve a drink.” Urie stops Mutsuki on his way out of CCG. It’s been a few days since the wedding, and he’s still pissed at himself for not telling Mucchan how he feels. 

And he’s not the only one. Saiko’s been glaring at him ever since, and Higemaru and Hsaio are starting to notice. 

“Okay,” Mutsuki says uncertainly. “Just one, though.”

When they arrive at the bar, Urie chugs whiskey instead of talking. Mutsuki orders a gin and tonic and sips it. He wants to ask for something sweet, but he also feels like that isn’t masculine enough. He feels ridiculous.

“Let me order you another drink. I though you liked daiquiris? You seem like a daiquiri person.” Urie waves the bartender over.

“Huh?”

“How’s training the Oggai?” Urie orders a Long Island Iced tea, and Mutsuki is now concerned.

Is he drinking to avoid concern over Mutsuki? He shouldn’t be. Mutsuki feels anger rising, along with an alcohol-induced flush in his cheeks. 

“I’ll be better than Sasaki. I won’t abandon them. I’m gonna be better.”

Urie’s sober enough to realize mistakes have been made, but not enough to stop them. But after three hours of Mutsuki ranting on Sasaki, and a few drunk texts with Saiko, Urie’s courage has rallied.

“Mucchan.” He interrupts his colleague with a grin.

“What?”

“I love you. I’ve loved you since the auction. You’re the sweetest man I know and I want to kiss you and marry you and live happily ever after with you.” Urie slams his glass down on the counter. It shatters.

“No more for you,” says the bartender in alarm.

Mutsuki leans forward. “I’m ugly. In my soul. I am grotesque.” 

“You’re better than me.” Urie throws his arms around Mucchy. “Mut-shuki. Mucchy. Mucchan.”

“You don’t know.” Mutsuki begins crying. “You don’t know what I’ve done!”

“Then tell me!” Urie sweeps Mutsuki off his chair, into his arms.

Something warm explodes in Mutsuki’s heart. He feels safe and happy with Urie. Like Sasaki, but Urie really likes him. Urie didn’t abandon him.

And then Urie falls flat on his face, on top of Mutsuki, just as Saiko, Hsaio, Aura, and Higemaru arrive as reinforcements after Urie’s very strange messages.

Urie regains consciousness through the searing pain of a pounding headache. His room stinks. “Uh?”

“You’ve been vomiting half-unconscious for hours.” Mutsuki is holding him half-above the trash can.

“I said things to you.”

“You never let me finish.” Mutsuki’s massaging his neck. “Saiko will bring water, and when you’re ready I’ll start.”

@mikotofubar Here you go!

TW for discussions of sexual assault

Aura opens the door with to piling plates of fries and crispy chicken. “Saiko said to bring these to you.”

“Thanks,” mumbles Urie, taking the plate. He shovels fries into his mouth. “Dignity is overrated.”

“I’m scared.” Mutsuki looks at Aura. He’s too nauseated too eat. “Tell him…about the clowns.”

“Me?” Aura looks horrified.

“Please?” He can’t break Urie’s heart. 

“He thought it was Sasaki.” Aura avoids Urie’s eyes.

“Thought what was Sasaki?”

“A kagune. It was transformed to look like him.” Aura is dead white now.

“I humped it. During battle.” Mutsuki doubles over. “When Aura found me, I was blinded by everything else and topless and … he really helped me.”

“Did he?” Urie glares at Aura. You told no one? 

“Bye!” Aura squeaks, shutting the door.

Urie hisses.

Mutsuki is now rocking back and forth, whimpering. “I killed Torso.”

“I know.” Urie’s heart breaks for the broken boy before him. “He deserved it.”

“He raped me. Like my dad raped me and like my dad, I killed him.” Mutsuki wails into his hands. “I am the killer! Remember the cat that was killed on campus at the academy? That was me!”

Urie blinks. “Mutsuki?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so evil.” Mutsuki curls up in a ball besides Urie. “You don’t know me; I’m so evil!”

Urie struggles to reconcile the sweet, gentle boy he knows, the boy who hates blood, with a vicious killer. He can’t, until he realizes that they are the same, they’ve always been the same, for as long as he has known Mutsuki. And he loves them. 

“Leave me before I kill you, too.” Mutsuki sobs.

“No!” Urie wraps his arms around Mutsuki, like Mucchan did for him as the auction. “I love you. I don’t care what you’ve done. You’re safe with me. I promise.”

Mutsuki hiccups, but he relaxes somewhat. He’s terrified of himself. “Don’t let me go.”

“Never again,” Urie promises, kissing the top of Mutsuki’s head. “You’ll always have me. I won’t leave. I just … I love you, Tooru. You don’t have to feel the same. I just want you to be happy.”

Mutsuki feels Urie’s strong arms around him, and wonders if maybe he does feel the same.

At any rate, with Urie, he does not feel grotesque. 

@hamliet @gravyfriesus

Mutsuki wakes up secure in Urie’s warm arms, a mountain of blankets covering them both. His eyes still burn from all the crying he did last night, and though all they did was talk, he feels naked.

Because Urie knows.

Urie stirs. “Mutsuki.”

He reaches out to pat Mucchan’s head. “Did you sleep well?”

“I’m scared.” Mutsuki admits. “There’s so much I need to do.”

“Well, I’ll do it with you. As much as I can,” Urie promises, wrapping his arms around him. “This doesn’t bother you, does it? I promise I’m just hugging you as a friend.”

“You can hug me as a lover, too.”

Urie looks horrified. “No, Mutsuki! I mean – you know how I feel. But I won’t unless you want me to.”

Mutsuki smiles slightly. “You really don’t hate me.”

“Never.”

Mutsuki swallows. “Kiss me.”

“I – you just -”

“I want you to kiss me,” Mutsuki says, “Because if I need to change, you’re the person I need. And I – I love you. I’d love anyone who didn’t hate me, but you – know everything, and you still don’t.”

“As if I could.” Urie’s hesitant, but Mutsuki tugs him closer, so he leans forward and slowly merges his lips with Mutsuki’s.

Mutsuki isn’t sure what he expected, but Urie’s kiss is tender and careful, yet wild all at once. He feels secure and happy and hopeful – emotions he’s always been grasping at. 

He feels them now, with Urie. 

Urie opens his mouth and lets Mutsuki’s tongue explore. He loves this man os much he worries this isn’t real.

But then their teeth clack together, and Mutsuki giggles, and Urie realizes that this is better than any promotion.

He breaks away to whisper so to Mutsuki, and the two of them fall over laughing. Urie’s past isn’t nice either, but they can work through it, together. 

uihai playing twister ;)

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This is a fantastic idea. 

Ui is not sure how he got roped into this, but his head is facing the wrong direction and one leg is over one shoulder. 

Hairu, probably. She wanted to join the Quinx’s party, and even though he was uncomfortable, he went for her. 

Now they’re the last two Twister survivors, battling for victory.

Hairu laughs. She looks like a pretzel covered in rose petals.

“Ui. Your turn.” Saiko spins. “Left hand, green.”

Ui screams internally.

Saiko exchanges a smirk with Shirazu. Their plot to catch Inspector Bowl Cut in a state of disarray is working.

With a groan, he plants his left hand on the nearest green he can find. His muscles tremble, but he won’t give up.

“Koori, I’m in pain.” Hairu flutters her eyes at him.

“You can fall,” he grunts.

“There’s no love to spare in Twister.” Saiko rubs her hands together. “Hairu, right foot, yellow.”

“Yellow, like the sun.” Hairu smiles and barely manages to reach around Ui. 

She finds face directly over his, which is perfectly positioned upwards. “Hello there.”

“Help me,” he whispers.

“Okay.” She kisses him.

Ui shrieks and falls, taking her with him.

“Hairu cheated. That means Ui is the winner.” Saiko would be upset, but Hairu kissed Ui, and that’s even better than her plan.

Ui sputters.

“She meant it,” all the Quinx yell simultaneously – even Urie, because Mutsuki made him. 

Hairu flushes and smiles at Ui. He can’t quite believe it, but he kisses her back. 

“Time for spin the bottle!” yells Saiko.

@hamliet

“I’ll go first.” Saiko grins mischievously and spins the bottle. It lands on Shirazu, who turns as red as his hair.

“Oooh, Shiragin, you ready?” She claps and leans over to kiss him. 

“That was too quick,” he complains, and she giggles. 

“Take me to dinner and get more.”

“Hey! No propositioning!” Urie is horrified that he’s been roped into playing this juvenile game.

Hsaio looks sad. So when she spins next, Hairu considers it her duty to “stop” the bottle on Saiko.

“Ooh, what a busy night for Saiko.” She squeaks as Hsaio presses her lips to hers, for longer than Urie and Ui thought was necessary.

Judging from Saiko’s smile, she disagrees with them.

Ui spins the bottle, but to his own shame, he doctors it to land on Hairu.

She shivers with excitement as he pecks her. “Wait! Kiss me more!”

“That’s for after the party,” Saiko says, and Urie’s getting real tired of her insinuations.

Ui sits down, face as pink as Hairu’s hair. 

Saiko claps her hands. “So many red faces. Who will be next? Higa, you’re up.” 

“No.” Higamaru wanted Hsaio. Now he has … Aura?

Aura’s eyes are about to fall out of his skull. “Help.”

“Eee.” Higemaru knows he can’t do this halfway. If he’s gonna kiss Aura, he’ll make it count, feelings be damned. He squeezes his eyes shut and sucks Aura’s lips in his.

“This is oddly fascinating.” Shirazu is mesmerized.

“I’m scared and I want to go home,” Ui mumbles as they break away. 

“Love it. That was your first kiss, wasn’t it, Aura?”

“Shut up, Saiko.”

“I’ll take that as a yes. Mucchy?” Saiko hands the bottle to Mutsuki.

They’ll all think he’s disgusting. They’re going to hate kissing him, unless he lands on –

In fact, he does land on Urie. 

Saiko smirks. Their leader is not displeased and she knows it.

“Is this okay?” Mutsuki murmurs, leaning close to Urie.

“Yes.”

Their lips brush, and Urie doesn’t look disgusted. He looks at Mutsuki with wonder in his eyes.

i live here now :’))) mutsurie in which all the quinx go camping and mucchan is too distracted by the stars to sleep

Does that make this blog the Chateau for Mutsurie lovers?

AU where Shirazu is 100% alive. Clearly, I like this AU. 

Star light, star bright…

“Please kill it,” whimpers Aura.

Higemaru had not pegged Aura for the type to be afraid of spiders. “You sure?”

“Why not rescue it?” Shirazu is fascinated by its creepy pinched legs. As long as it stays far away.

Saiko yawns across the campfire. “I’m sleepy.”

“Me too,” Hsaio announces. She follows Saiko to their ‘female’ tent. 

Higemaru yawns. “Guess we should sleep, too.”

“Urie’s already sleeping.” Shirazu tickles their Squad Leader, who screams awake.

Even Mutsuki has to laugh. 

“Thanks for scaring all the wild animals away.” Shirazu, Aura, and Higemaru file into their tent. Urie follows, and Mutsuki knows he should.

I wish I may, I wish I might…

But how can he sleep when the Little Dipper twinkles above? When he feels as if he can soar away from this world, into a sea of vast space populated by sparkles millions of miles from each other?  

When he thinks his colleagues are asleep, Mutsuki stretches his arms wide and spins around, as if he could really fly.

For a moment, he thinks he can.

“The stars are inspiring, aren’t they.” Urie crawls back out, and Mutsuki freezes.

“I’ve often wanted to paint them.” Urie smiles. “But i won’t do as good a job as Vincent Van Gogh. He captured the euphoria like no one else.” He smiles. “I’ll just be second best, you see.” 

Mutsuki laughs gently. “Well, I wish I could ride straight up there. Be alone. Be happy.”

“Alone?”

Mutsuki hesitates. “I’d miss you.”

Urie walks over to him, and brushes his hands against his. “Look, a shooting star.”

Mutsuki gasps. “I’ve never seen one before.” He’s about to add that he’s always wanted to, but he can tell from Urie’s eyes that he already knows.

Urie entwines his fingers with Mutsuki’s. Euphoria?

Euphoria indeed.

Have the wish I wish tonight.

Ui getting teased by his colleagues abt his crush on hairu and hairu doesnt know ui likes her

Omg this is an Uihai tsunami and I love it.

“Sooooo. What are your plans for Valentine’s Day?” Hirako sits on Ui’s desk – the nerve – and grins at Ui.

“What’s with your cheeky face?” he asks sourly.

“So grumpy. Pining away, are we?”

“What?” Ui gasps. “For who? You’re crazy!”

“Methinks thou doth protest too much.” Kiyoko Aura breezes past. 

Ui turns scarlet as all the Squad 0 kids giggle. “Who?”

Arima strolls towards them, and Shio waves him over. “Arima, Arima! Do you think Ui should buy Hairu chocolates or roses for Valentine’s Day?”

Yusa and Rikai dissolve into giggles again, and even Hirako seems taken aback.

“What?” Arima frowns. Koori and Hairu? Hairu and Koori? “Hmm, yes, I can see that.” Honestly, he rather likes the idea. “Buy her what you think she’d want.”

“How do I know?” Ui whispers.

“Ask her or her friends,” Hirako whispers back.

“What’s everyone doing here? Is there a mission to prepare for?” Hairu skips over to them. “Ui, you look red, are you okay?” 

Ui gurgles. 

“Hypothetically,” begins Hirako.

“The kids are wondering what to buy others for Valentine’s Day,” Arima interrupts. They threw Ui, he can throw them. It’s a life lesson.

“Ooh. Roses and chocolate and candlelit dinners are nice. But you know what’s best? Telling someone they like you. I think.” Hairu imagines her perfect Valentine’s Day.

When she waltzes away, the rest of Arima Squad stares at Ui. 

“Better practice that confession.” Arima turns around. “Kids, it’s practice time.”

They all stand. 

“You’re welcome,” Hirako says to a mortified Ui.