Mutsurie au in which urie randomly meets mutsuki on a night club shirazu forced him to attend. He was drinking alone and approaches him.just bc he lost shirazu.They attend the same college, urie studies art while mucchan studies japanese literature and they spend the night leaving the club and walking around talking and getting to know eavh other until the morning when urie goes home to a shirazu who is pretty sure urie didn’t spend the night alone, but urie is just a sodt guy wanted to-

-Talk about art with someone, nonthelss shirazu was proud 😉

“Hey.” Urie glances down at the cute boy sipping a gin and tonic at the bar. He’s mad that Shirazu left him for a dance off against some curvy pigtailed girl, so he’s going to try his luck talking to a cute boy. “Gin and tonics are my favorite, too.”

“Hi.” The boy glances up. His features are delicate, his hair emerald green. Urie’s heart constricts. “You go to the college around here too, right?”

“Yes.” Urie frowns. “I’ve never seen you. I’m Urie Kuki, majoring in art.”

“Oooh.” Their eyes sparkle. “I’m M – Mutsuki Tooru, majoring in Japanese Literature.”

“Really? There’s a lot of amazing art based on Japanese literature.” Urie sits down besides Mutuski.

“Isn’t there? It’s inspiring.” Mutsuki sips his drink.

They talk for an hour, but Urie is having a hard time focusing. “Do you want to leave here? We can take a walk.”

Mutsuki nods eagerly. “I just came because my friend Saiko dragged me here.”

“My roommate dragged me.” Urie laughs.

They spend the night talking about literature and the arts, the nuances and differences between the two. Urie’s favorite artist (Dali). Mutsuki’s favorite type of literature (haiku). Their lack of family. Their dreams for the future.

“Wait, is that the sunrise?” Mutsuki points ahead to where the sky is pale gray instead of black.

Urie squints. “Well fuck.”

“It’s okay. It was fun.” Mutsuki giggles, and Urie cherishes the sweet sound.

“I can walk you home if you need to sleep.”

“Okay.” Mutsuki smiles again. They stop along the way at :Re cafe, where Urie orders them both coffees.

When Urie finally enters his room with Shirazu, he finds his roommate awake, arms crosses, with a big grin on his face.

“What were you up to last night, without a word?” he teases.

“Talking.” Urie blushes as he places the coffee cup on a nightstand besides his bed. “With someone I met. About art mostly.”

“Nothing else?” Shirazu is stunned.

“Well, yeah?” Urie climbs into bed. “God, I’m tired.”

“You better date this person.” Shirazu points at him. “I’m proud of you, Urie Kuki, the man who leaves a nightclub to talk all night about art.”

Headcanons of mutsuki & urie taking care of future mutsurie baby?

– Mutsuki has nightmares while pregnant that he hurts his kid. Urie is there to wake him, hold him, and tell him he’ll be a great dad.

– Urie starts bawling when he holds his kid in his arms. His. Baby. With. Mutsuki. So tiny and fragile and perfect. He dies inside.

– The first time Mutsuki holds the child, he promises them he’ll keep them safe forever.

– Mutsuki is not one for breastfeeding, which he feels guilty for. But Urie assures him he shouldn’t. Their baby is perfect and will always be perfect.

– Urie is a bit of a nervous parent, even more so than Mutsuki. He definitely wears one of those carriers on his chest. Basically, their kid is never not secure in either of their arms or in its crib.

– One day, Mutsuki sees Urie playing with their child and crying because his father will never be able to hold his grandkid.

– Another day, Mutsuki has a flashback. He panics and cries, and their baby grabs his dad’s hand with a smile. Mutsuki is jolted back to reality and cries even harder, but this time with relief and hope.

Aura and Urie regularly lowkey fight over Mutsuki when he’s not around but one time Mutsuki catches them in the middle of an argument and neither Aura or Urie know what to do so Urie just blurts out “marry me” to Mutsuki

“Mutsuki, here’s some coffee.” Aura bustles over to greet Mutsuki the moment he steps out his door, rubbing his eyes in the morning light.

Urie scowls. “Mutsuki! I hired Touka to make pancakes.” Having Sasaki and Touka in the Chateau has certainly improved their food quality.

Mutsuki’s eyes brighten. “Yes, please.”

As Mutsuki hurries to the kitchen Aura narrows his eyes at Urie and draws a finger across his throat. Urie sticks his tongue out.

That’s it, Aura realizes with a snap. He’s going to bake Mutsuki the best cake ever.

Three-layered. Like a wedding cake.

Aura sits back to allow Urie to fawn over Mutsuki during breakfast. He’ll make up for everything with his cake idea.

That afternoon, Aura steals Higemaru’s strawberry-stuffed cake recipe and slips into the kitchen.

“What are you doing?” Saiko looks up, her hand most definitely in the cookie jar. Her other hand is on Hsaio’s chest.

Aura gulps. “Baking Tooru a cake.”

Hsaio and Saiko exchange grins.

“We’ll leave you to it then,” Saiko says slyly.

Urie bounds in five minutes later. “I smell baking!”

“I’m baking Tooru a cake,” Aura grumbles, hugging the mixing bowl to his chest.

“Let me decorate it.”

“No!” Aura grabs the bowl of emerald frosting he made, balancing it precariously with the mixing bowl. “Mine.”

“Tooru’s!” Urie begs. “Not yours. Let me help, please.” He will not be owned by this overgrown runt.

“Nope.” Aura screams as Urie lunges for him. The bowls fly in the air.

“What’s all this?” Mutsuki strolls into the kitchen to see Urie covered in frosting and Aura dripping vanilla cake mix.

Well, that’s it. He’ll take a page out of Takeomi’s book. Urie drops to his knees. “Marry me!”

How urie would treat mutsuki on their first date.

Like royalty.

“You look like royalty,” Urie says, nodding at Mutsuki’s silky black suit. It fits him perfectly.

“So do you.” Mutsuki giggles. He wishes he could think of a more clever line!

“We’re having an expensive dinner. Thanks to Nishino’s RC research, we can actually eat food again.” Urie smiles. “And we’ll have dessert.”

“You don’t like sweets,” Mutsuki says with worry.

“But you do, and you deserve them.” Urie smiles. “May I hold your hand?”

Mutsuki sputters. “I’ve never had anyone ask that before.” Color rises to his cheeks. “Yes, Urie, you may.”

Urie trembles with excitement as they walk to the restaurant.

“This is…the most expensive one in Tokyo.” Mutsuki goggles at the door.

“I want to show you how much I care for you,” Urie admits, casting his eyes towards the floor.

“Hey.” With his free hand, Mutsuki taps Urie’s chin to get his attention. “I already do.”

For a moment, they stare into each other’s eyes.

“Uh, excuse me?” the hostess asks hesitantly. “Do you have reservations?”

“Yes!” Urie nods, jolted out of his reverie. As the hostess leads them to their seats, he whispers in Mutsuki’s ear, “But no reservations about you.”

He knows Mutsuki like puns. And indeed, Mutsuki turns back to him and gives his hand another squeeze.

At the end of their evening, with their stomachs full and their taste buds satisfied, they walk slowly back to the Chateau, hand-in-hand. Neither wants this evening to end.

Finally they go inside, and Urie walks Mutsuki to his door. “Good night.”

“Wait.” Mutsuki moves closer to kiss a stunned Urie. “There. Now tonight is perfect.”

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 confessing to mutsuki during the fight ((give us need more feels for chapter 154 oh lord))

BUT THERE IS ALREADY SO MANY FEELS.

(MOST OF THEM INVOLVE SCREAMING).

Mutsuki spreads his lips in a wide grin. “I couldn’t care less if you died, Urie-kun.”

Urie stiffens. Saiko sees the blood drain from his cheeks as Mutsuki’s bikaku grows and grows.

“Oh yeah?” she calls out. “Then why’re you calling him Urie-kun? Weren’t we your family too, Mutsuki? Aren’t we still?!”

Mutsuki swings at her, and she dodges. “All you boys! You suck! You don’t have to be all cold and strong!”

Mutsuki hesitates. She called me a boy.

Saiko glares at Urie. “Say something, dummy.”

“Well – well I would care if you died, Mutsuki!” Urie blusters.

Saiko tries not to roll her eyes.

Urie can see Mutsuki’s kagune beginning to overtake his body. He framed out, too, didn’t he? “Don’t freak out, Saiko.”

“Excuse the fuck me?” Saiko stumbles back as Mutsuki slaps her back to the surface of the giant goddamn worm they’re fighting on.

Urie unleashes his own kagune. This is my only chance. He feels his tongue grow as both kakugans light. “Tooru! You’re not alone! I LOVE YOU!”

Mutsuki stumbles, his mouth falling open. Saiko beams at Urie.

Urie feels tears running down his full-ghoul face. “Tooru…” He falls to his knees. “And I’m so sorry I failed you. Over and over. And I was mean to you. But I love you, I swear it, Tooru.”

“No one can love me!” screams Mutsuki, clapping his hands over his ears as two kakugans emerge in his eyes. “I am grotesque! I – all I do is kill!”

“You saved me!” Urie yells back.

“You protected me from Shirazu and Urie,” Saiko adds.

Mutsuki’s lips tremble. “You don’t know what I’ve done.”

“It won’t change how we feel,” Urie pleads.

“There’s a way forward. With us. Especially Urie-kun,” Saiko says, stepping forward and holding forth her hand.

Mutsuki hesitates, but he doesn’t try to fight her.

“You two suck.” Saiko uses her kagune fists to drag Urie over to Mutsuki. “There. Now, it’s hug time.”

“I don’t think -” Mutsuki begins.

Urie throws his arms around Mutsuki. His cheeks are still wet.

Mutsuki jumps. “Urie, are you actually crying?”

Every ship you can think of’s child’s name if they’re male or female or have a gender neutral name (but Kyou and Tsukiyama should totally adopt Niji)

Touken – Yotsume, girl

Hidekane – Sunny, boy or girl or neutral

Shuuneki – Rin, genderqueer

Akiramon – Kosuke, girl

Seiaki- Kosuke, girl,

Takirona- Nashiro, girl

Nishikimi – Oshin, boy

Irimi/Koma – Fumiko, girl

Yoshimura/Ukina – Eto (oh wait)

Ayahina – Ryouko, girl

UtaRen – Asa, girl

Utatori – Renji, boy

Tsukikana – Rose, girl

Tsukichie – Kanae, neutral

Tsukikyou – Niji. That is all.

Arieto – Kaneki Ken, boy.

Uihai – Masanori, boy

Nakimiza – Chihiro, girl

Yoriko/Takeomi – Iwao, boy

Suzuhan – Yukinori, boy

Matsurie – Danuja, girl

Urisai – Hotaru, girl

Mutsurie – Ginshi, boy

Mutsuki/Kaneki – Kishou, boy

Shiraiko -Gintoki, boy

Saiko/Hsaio – Diana of Themyscira, girl

Maruchika – Kazumi, neutral

Fururize – Hisa, girl

Urie drunkenly confesses his love to Mutsuki + having to face him the next day

“Mutshuki, hi.” Urie waves his pinky two inches from Mutsuki’s eyes.

“Um, hi?”

“Your coat’sh very nish,” he says.

“Oh? Thanks.” Mutsuki wraps the wool tighter around himself.

“I jusht feel – I really feel – like I need to tell you.” Urie’s voice rises. Tears fill his eyes. “It’sh my biggesht shecret but I have to tell you.”

Musuki’s heart pounds. Poor Urie. He only came to this bar because Urie texted him EMERGENCY COME ALONE. And now it appears something is weighing his friend down. “Of course, I’ll listen. It’s awful being alone.”

“It ish.” Urie begins to cry. “I don’t want to be alone. That’sh why I have to tell you.”

“Tell me what, Urie? Whatever it is, I’m here for you,” Mutsuki assures him.

“Mutshuki? I love you sho much it hurtsh.” He sobs louder. “You’re shuch a w-w-wonderful pershon and sho nish to me and I love you and want to marry you.”

Mutsuki is dead white. “Urie, how much have you drank?”

“Not enough to convinsh you I love you.” Urie sniffles. Tears and snot dribble down his face.

“Let’s get you home. And then we can talk more,” Mutsuki says.

He lifts Urie up and calls a cab for the Chateau. He refuses to feel until Urie is tucked away in bed, a bucket besides him in case he vomits.

He’s…shocked.

He can’t believe Urie likes him.

Someone as rigid and blunt and savage as Urie…loves Mutsuki? The coward? The liar?

Mutsuki feels unworthy. He wishes Urie really knew him.

The next morning, Mutsuki is awakened by a frantic Urie. His eyes are bloodshot and there’s drool dried around Urie’s mouth. “Urie?”

“Did I – is my dream accurate? Did I tell you my deepest secret?” Urie gasps.

“Well, yes?” Mutsuki hesitates.

Urie collapses to his knees. “Mutsuki, I’m sorry. I hope I never made you uncomfortable, and I apologize if I did. I…I do love you, but anything I can do to make you happy, even if that’s not loving you, I’ll do it.”

Mutsuki hesitates again. Then his arms are around Urie. “No, please don’t stop, even if I tell you my deepest, awfullest secrets.”

“I won’t,” Urie promises.

Urie confessing to Saiko that he’s in love with Mutsuki please

“You seem depressed,” Saiko says one night.

“I mean, have you looked at what the CCG has become?” Urie admits. “Didn’t you just yell at me for this last night?”

“Yup, but now you seem even more sad.” Saiko crosses her arms. “What’s up?”

Urie heaves a sigh.

“Does it have to do with Mucchy?” Saiko eyes him. She’s not as unobservant as she appears.

Urie colors. “No.”

“Riiiiiiight.” Saiko pinches Urie’s cheek.

He recoils. “Don’t touch my face!”

“Then don’t lie!” Saiko plops down besides him. “Talk to me.”

“It’s silly, really.”

“Define ‘silly.’”

“I mean…I miss Mutsuki, that’s all.” Urie avoids Saiko’s eyes.

“Why?” Saiko scowls. “You don’t…you do, don’t you?”

“I – no!” Urie shrieks.

“You do! You love Mutsuki!” Saiko leaps to her feet and shakes him. “You love Mutsuki, you do, you do! Urie and Mutsuki, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-”

“Shut up!” Urie begs. “Please. I just…he loves Sasaki and it’s killing him and breaking my heart.”

“Aw, you do have one.” Saiko crosses her arms. She’s unfazed by Mutsuki’s feelings for Sasaki. They were obvious.

“I’m in love with Mutsuki and I don’t know what to do.” Urie buries his head in his hands. “Dear god.”

“Well…’ Saiko smirks. “Looks like we need to dredge up a plan.”

Maybe mutsurie first makeout session that Saiko walks in on?

“Mucchan,” groans Urie. And then he can’t resist calling him that special, sweet name. “Tooru.”

Mutsuki whimpers and digs his tongue deeper into Urie’s mouth, feeling every crevice around his teeth. He likes this boy. He likes his body. “Kuki.”

“I can’t…you’re so amazing.” Urie dives into their kisses.

Mutsuki pushes Urie down onto his couch. He straddles him and wraps his arms tight around him, leaving kiss after kiss on Urie’s lips.

Urie gazes up at him in amazement. He never knew he could feel this joyful.

And it’s all because of Mutsuki Tooru. He treasures him.

Mutsuki kisses him deeply, slowing down their pace to savor every second with Urie. Whoever would have thought they’d wind up here, together? When Urie was a brat and he a scaredy-cat in denial?

The door bangs open. “Hey, you guys are being awfully loud -”

Saiko’s eyes widen.

Urie squeaks, and Mutsuki is dead silent. They stop and stare at her.

“Never mind, then. Carry on. Be safe.” Saiko winks and slides the door shut.

“She’s going to tell everyone,” Mutsuki whispers.

“I don’t mind.” Urie pulls Mutsuki back down.