Urie despite his lack of ability to cook, decided to cook sth for mucchan bc of him bad mood :’)

“Oreo Cookie, what are you doing?” Saiko peers into the kitchen, where a flour-covered Urie is cussing while he slams pots and pans around.

“Nothing!” he yelps.

She crosses her arms. “You’re clearly doing something.”

“I’m making Mutsuki a cake. He’s sad and he deserves one.” Urie smashes an egg and whimpers when its shell splatters into his clucterfuck of a bowl.

“Let me help.”

“No!” Urie waves her away. “I want it to be me.”

“Oh, do you?” Saiko raises her eyebrows. “I seeeeeeeee. Well, have fun.”

She strides off, leaving a stammering Urie alone in the kitchen.

When Mutsuki arrives at the Chateau, Sasaki and that blue-haired bitch consume his thoughts. He doesn’t notice the smell of charred hell wafting from the kitchen until he’s passing the room.

With a start, Mutsuki rushes in. “What’s happening?”

“Oh!” Urie, spattered with runny emerald icing, looks up. “H – Hi, Mucchan.”

“Are you okay?” Mutsuki tries not to vomit from the smell.

“Yes! Look!” Urie holds out an emerald cake carved into a heart. We love you is written in red piping.

Mutsuki takes a moment to realize that it’s for him. “Did you make this for me?”

“Uh, yeah. It probably won’t be very good.” Urie gestures to bowls of putrid batter and a stack of burned cakes. “But at least it looks edible?”

He also tasted it, and it’s not terrible. He hasn’t puked yet.

“No – no one’s ever baked me a cake before.” Mutsuki’s eyes are enormous.

He feels loved.

He throws his arms around Urie. “Thank you!”

Urie fights back a wave of nausea. “I’m glad you liked it.”

“Of course i do.” Mutsuki wipes his eyes.

This is worth it. Urie bends over to soothe his stomach. It can’t be the cake. It can’t.

“Are you sick?”

“No,” he muttered, just as his gorge rises.

“Urie!” Mutsuki shoves the cake onto a counter and holds his friend over the sink. “It’s okay.”

“No it’s not!” Urie breaks into tears. “I’m sorry! I’m supposed to make you a cake and I – I got myself sick – I’m such a bad friend – and I wanna be your boyfriend -”

Whoa.

Mutsuki looks shocked. “Urie?”

“One minute.” Urie feebly points at Mutsuki before gagging up the rest of the cake.

“I’m glad to have a cake, even if it’s poison,” Mutsuki says, his sweet self once more. “But Urie -”

“I know, you love Sasaki.” Urie wipes his mouth. “I didn’t mean to come onto you like that.”

“No, that’s not it.” Mutsuki wrings his hands. “I didn’t realize, that’s all.”

“I do, I do love you,” Urie mumbles. No taking this back.

“I’m crazy,” Mutsuki protests.

“I like crazy.”

Mutsuki isn’t sure how to feel. A – a window has opened he never dreamed of. But he can’t quite release Sasaki. Can Urie live with that? Can he? Not forever, he knows.

Still, he dares himself to say, “I might wanna be your boyfriend, too.”

Mutsurie where urie saves mucchan from being mortally wounded during a fight, and ends up confessing to him 😍😍😍

Mutsuki spins, freeing a tornado of knives at the ghouls surrounding him.

“Ow!” No-Face transforms into Sasaki. “Mucchy.”

Urie looks over across the battlefield and does a double-take. Mutsuki is inching closer to Sasaki, holding out his arm out.

“No!” Urie screams and launches himself over Suzuya and Saiko, over three ghouls, and into the path of No-Face’s kagune.

His neck and chest are nearly swallowed by the kagune, and Urie doesn’t even feel pain. He doesn’t see or smell. He just hears…buzzing, like flies.

Urie gags up blood, and then Mutsuki is screaming and throwing knife after knife, until No-Face fades into darkness again.

Mutsuki knows he should chase, but Urie is real and dying before him. “Urie!”

He kneels besides him. “Please don’t die. Urie! Kuki!”

Musuki shakes him. “I can’t lose you, too!”

Urie is kind and here for him.

“Pah.” Urie spits up more blood. Both kakugans shine at Mutsuki, and now Mucchan knows every secret of his. “I framed out a long time ago.”

Mutsuki shakes his head. “I don’t care about that! I care about you! I can’t let you die.”

“I won’t.” Urie closes his eyes, to rest. Just a bit.

“You can’t die for me. I am awful, and you are perfect.” Mutsuki sobs.

Urie regards him with as much sternness as he can muster. “You are wonderful. I love you, Mutsuki.”

Mutsuki chucks a knife at a passing ghoul, then returns his attention to Urie. “Me?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m a fool. A disgusting fool.”

“I’ve been worse than you.” Urie smiles. He must be healing, because color returns to his face with a vengeance.

Mutsuki’s entire world shatters. Urie loves him. Urie is here, and Urie just saved his life while knowing he would be exposed as a disposable full-ghoul. Urie must trust him, and even if that’s a mistake, Mutsuki is awed by him.

“It’s okay.” Mutsuki cradles his friend. “I’ll protect you. You’re – the best part of my life, Urie.”

Another ghoul runs up. Mutsuki will have to turn around again to fight, but not before he makes his decision. “I love you too, Urie.”

He kisses him, ever so briefly, before turning around with renewed vigor. For them both, he will fight.

“Uhh…you fight good” ft mutsurie in which mucchan trains with urie (and kicks his butt :’))

The world needs more Mulan/TG mashups.

Content note: transphobia.

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“Try to catch me!” Urie dodges Mutsuki’s knife.

“Urie, you’re too fast.” Mutsuki giggles and feints to the right.

Urie escapes again, but Mutsukiw as definitely closer this time.

And then Mutsuki backflips, exposing his bikaku and throwing Urie to the ground.

Urie stares up at Mutsuki, who’s now straddling him and grinning with pride.

“W-wow. You fight good.”

Urie and Mutsuki look at each other, and both are wondering what a kiss might feel like when Sasaki interrupts. “Dinner!”

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“Where is he…where is he?” Nimura Furuta stalks across the bloodied streets. CCG has been defeated, and he’s probably going to die, thank God, but he’s going to take them down with him.

Urie leaps in front of Mutsuki. Saiko activates her kagune. Aura stands behind his friend, Hsaio to his left, Higemaru to his right. All kakugans blaze.

“That was a deliberate attempt on my life!” cries Furuta. “Step aside. That he-she’s not worth protecting.”

“He’s a hero!” Urie spits.

“He’s not even a he. He’ll never be worth anything.” Furuta activates his own kakugan.

But Urie’s already framed out. “Listen, you pompous -”

“THAT. IS. ENOUGH.” Kaneki Ken shoves his way through the crowds, Touka Kirishima at his side. Kaneki steps out of his kakuja, but Touka’s ukaku remains ready.

“S-Sasaki.” Urie remembers Kaneki’s final words to him before he left CCG. Save Mutsuki.

He’s failed to save their squad. Look at them, all full ghouls.

“I can explain.”

Touka holds up a hand. “You know, I’ve learned a great deal about you all. Especially you, Mutsuki Tooru. How you killed your family and the cat. How you arrested my best friend. You tried to kill me over and over.”

Mutsuki’s head bows lower and lower.

“And -” Touka’s tone softens. “You have saved us all.”

Mutsuki blinks. “Me?”

Kaneki wraps new rinkaku tendrils around a sputtering Furuta. “If you hadn’t turned the Oggai on CCG, GOAT would be dead. My child would be dead.”

Mutsuki gapes at Touka. She’s – strangely, with all the Quinx surrounding him, with Kaneki’s love, he doesn’t feel jealous anymore. “It was – it was Urie.”

“Nah, I think it was you, Mucchy.” Saiko winks at Touka. They have similar hair colors. Their future could be fun.

“I need to tend to the Oggai, Sensei,” Mutsuki says, his face red. “If you’ll let me.”

He can’t abandon them the way Sensei did.

“Of course.” Kaneki waves him towards the crying children. Perhaps he, too, is learning.

“Mutsuki!” Urie grabs his hand. “Uh – you fight good.”

The memory returns, and Mutsuki’s eyes mist. Perhaps everything hasn’t died. “Thank you.”

Touka’s mouth drops open and Kaneki inches closer, pulling a cocooned Furuta. “You don’t meet someone like that often, Urie.”

“I know.” Urie smiles, and Mutsuki looks over at him. The Oggai are swarming him with cuddles.

“He knows it, too.”

What if instead of discovering Mutsuki’s wall of knives by awlking in while he was out, Mutsuki came home briefly, fell asleep, had a nightmare, and Urie came in?

Ooh I like the way you think, Nonny-Mouse.

Urie’s up late exercising. He hopes that if he gets strong enough, he’ll be able to control his next frame-out.

“Please! Sensei!” Mutsuki’s scream pierces the Chateau.

Urie dashes up the stairs, heart pounding. Where is Mucchan? What’s wrong?

Mutsuki wails from behind his door, which is conveniently locked. Urie smashes his way in.

“Agh!” Mutsuki sits upright, eyes wide.

Just a nightmare. Urie takes a deep breath to control his heartbeat. “Mutsuki?”

Then his eyes focus on the room. The same picture lines the wall, over and over again.

He steps closer. Yoriko…? smiling with a blue-haired girl.

Every picture is nailed to the wall with a knife through the blue-haired girl.

“Get out!” cries Mutsuki. His voice rises. “Please!”

“What is this?” Urie looks at him.

“It doesn’t matter! I love him and he loves her!” Mutsuki shrieks.

“Takeomi?” Urie feels cold. God no.

Mutsuki pauses for a moment. “No! Sensei. I love him and he loves that ghoul. That bitch Touka stole him from us!” He breaks into tears. “She stole him from us. It’s her fault!”

Urie is stunned. Mutsuki…loves Sasaki?

Of course he does. He wouldn’t love Urie.

“I can’t. I need him.” Mutsuki curls up on his bed. “And I keep dreaming over and over of him hating me and rejecting me for her. And sometimes his face is Torso’s and I hate myself even more.”

Urie blinks. He walks over to Mucchan’s bed and sits beside him. Tentatively, he places his hand on Mutsuki’s back. “You’re okay. You’re safe here. You’re loved.”

“Don’t lie!” Mutsuki scrunches his eyes shut.

“I’m not.” Urie draws Mutsuki closer to him. What would he most like to hear? “I’m here. I’m not going to abandon you. None of us will. We love you and we accept you for who you are.”

Mutsuki cries harder, but he takes Urie’s hand.

“You are loved,” Urie says, as uncomfortable as the phrase feels. It’s true. He does love Mucchan. “Shh. It’s okay.”

Mutsuki grabs Urie in a hug so tight he can barely breathe. “Please don’t leave me.”

“Never,” Urie promises.

Mutsuki feels exposed and grotesque, but Urie is holding him and keeping him safe. For a moment, even without Sensei, he feels home again.

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.”

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.

The mutsurie anon is back :’) mucchan invites urie for dinner on his new house w the oggais and the children notice urie is not only just a former team mate

Mutsurie Nonny-Mouse is always welcome. 😀

“Why do I have to cook,” grumbles Hajime Hazuki.

“Because Urie used to be our Squad Leader, is a brilliant investigator, and we want to impress him.” Aura Shinsanpei pokes his shoulder.

“Don’t touch me,” grumbles Hajime.

“Am I doing well?” Mayazumi has been slicing up fish with more care than he usually slices up ghouls, and honestly he kinda prefers this.

“Yes,” Mutsuki assures him. In another life, he would have been a good parent. But there’s no chance of that now.

The doorbell rings, and Mutsuki squeaks. “He’s early!”

“He’s Urie,” Aura replies.

When Urie appears in the kitchen, Hajime is disappointed with how predictably stiff this First-Class Investigator is. But Mayazumi smells a chance for mischief.

“Hi.” Urie waves at the Oggai. He’s trying, for Mucchan. He just wishes he could have these kids with Mutsuki.

Mutsuki beams at him, longing for approval. “How was your day?”

That’s it? We’re really talking about our days? Urie clears his throat. “Fine. Another day of listening to the director’s shenanigans.”

“He does have a lot of crazy ideas,” Mutsuki admits. He worries what that means for Sensei.

Urie’s hand twitches, like he wants to take Mutsuki’s, and Mayazumi’s eyes narrow.

The kids serve them dinner and keep the conversation flowing at dinner, but every so often, they catch Urie staring at Mutsuki. Hell, even Aura notices.

It’s noticing that Aura has noticed that propels Hajime to open his mouth.

“Okay, what’s up with you two?”

“Huh?” Mutsuki frowns.

Urie’s face looks like a tomato.

“He’s making mooney-eyes over you,” sings another Oggai.

“He’s my friend!” mutters Urie.

“Sure, and Ihei Hairu was Ui Koori’s friend,” says Mayazumi sarcastically.

“Ar they always like this?” Urie turns to Mutsuki desperately. No, no, no, these kids aren’t blowing his secret.

“Uh.” Mutsuki is embarrassed by their behavior. Urie could never love him.

“Aura! I’m behaving normal, right?” Urie points down the table.

“If normal means moon-eyes at Mutsuki,” says Hajime.

“It does,” Aura confirms, clamoring to his feet. “Now, who wants dessert?”

Mutsuki stares at Urie, who’s covering his blushing cheeks – until two Oggai wrestle his hands away.

“Confess!” chirps Hajime.

“Wait – wait, do you really?” Mutsuki is scared. He likes Urie, and Urie knows he loves Sasaki.

Urie also makes him feel safe. Urie can be trusted, even more than Sasaki.

“Oh my god, they’re both blushing!” cheers Hajime. “Mucchan likes him too!”

The Oggai shove Mutsuki and Urie closer together. “Now kiss!”

“Can’t we talk first?” shrieks Mutsuki.

Urie looks frightened. He did not intend his secret to leak.

“How long?” Mutsuki dares to ask.

“The auction.” Urie surmises that lying is pointless. “I – I hope this doesn’t ruin anything; I would never upset you.”

Mutsuki feels as though a window has opened, a window he hadn’t seen before. Jumping in may not be wise, but he isn’t wise.

He wants Urie to kiss him, so he kisses him first.

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.