The quinx having fun at Halloween! Shirasu is alive and he’s a shark.

I keep picturing him as Left Shark.

“Rawr!” Shirazu, dressed as a plush blue shark, leaps out from around the corner to bite Fairy Saiko’s shoulder. She screams.

“What’s the fuss?” Aura grumbles, dressed as an off-kilter Grim Reaper.

“Apparently, Shirazu’s turning into a full ghoul,” Higemaru remarks. He’s dressed a a monster of his own design.

“No, I’m Sharkazu!” announces Shirazu proudly.

“Oh my god.” Aura bangs his head into the wall.

“Calm your tits, Aura,” says Saiko.

He flushes. “I don’t have tits.”

“Not yet.” Hsaio enters the hall and winks.

“A witch? That’s mildly stereotypical,” complains Higemaru.

“Shut up, creature.”

“What?” Mutsuki, sporting a long grey beard, pointed hat, and a staff, walks up to the Quinx.

“Mutsuki the Green!” Saiko bows to him.

“Why are you all dressed like that?” Urie finally stagger downstairs to gape at them.

Higemaru is appalled. “You didn’t remember Halloween?”

Even Aura shakes his head. Urie scowls. “I had more important things to think about.”

“Let’s get him,” Saiko whispers.

Urie yells, but Aura has him in a neck hold as Hsaio and Higemaru lift his legs.

“Off to my room!” Saiko commands.

“Be careful with him.” Mutsuki tiptoes along.

“Mwahaha. I know just what to do.” Shirazu whispers in Mutsuki’s ear, then Saiko’s.

“Why are you all looking at me like that.” Urie has now been tied to Saiko’s desk chair.

“You’ll find out.”

“We’re going to be late.”

“I had a feeling this would happen, so I said our meeting was an hour earlier than it actually was.” Shirazu winks.

“Bastard!” Urie snaps, but Saiko interrupts by smearing something purple all over his face.

“What the hell?!”

“Hello, Mr. Jellyfish.” Mutsuki smiles as Urie rises, painted as purple as his hair, wearing tentacles around his waist.

“Takeomi is going to be a fish. You can pretend to eat him,” Shirazu informs him.

Urie’s lips spread into a toothy grin. “Perfect.”

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.”

“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.”

Koori and Hairu celebrate Halloween?

“Koori!” Hairu hurries into CCG decked out in a shimmering blue ballgown. Fairy wings flutter behind her, and a tiara crowns her hair.

She’s so beautiful it hurts.

“You!” Hairu gapes at him. Ui has dressed like Prince Charming, complete with a tiara that matches hers. “How did you know?”

“I made Saiko tell me your plans for Halloween. I wanted to match.” His face is as pink as her hair.

“I didn’t think you’d like dressing like a prince.” Hairu nods slyly. “It suits you.”

“I hope,” Ui says nervously. He feels silly, but Hairu is happy and that’s what he cares about.

“Let’s get into position!”

Saiko, dressed as a witch, strides past. Police Officer Urie, Samurai Shirazu, and Cat Mutsuki follow her. “Better watch out, Inspector Bowl Cut, or I’ll hex your girlfriend.”

“Get in position!” Hairu calls.

Even Matsuri Washuu is ready – though scowling in his stormtrooper outfit, because unbeknownst to him, Yoshitoki had already planned Darth Vader.

Arima peers out of his office.

“Did you do it, Hirako?” Hell’s Angel Marude grins.

“Oh, we did,” Hairu assures him, as Shiba Hirako shoves Arima out.

Yes, his Squad managed to convince him to dress like a Roman god, complete with a toga and olive branches in his hair.

“I can’t believe you got me to agree to this,” Arima mumbles.

“You’re brilliant,” Ui whispers to Hairu. She pecks him on the cheek.

“They’re coming!” Hairu whistles, and everyone ducks back into their respective offices.

“Trick or treat!” Shio pounds at their door.

Ui opens to see Ghost Yusa, Vampire Rikai, and Zombie Shio. “Well, well, well, you’re not ghouls, so I suppose we can let you pass.”

“But just to ensure you don’t get hungry.” Hairu dumps candy into their bags.

When the kids move next door, Ui grabs Hairu and kisses her. He feels stupid, but he has to say it. “You’re my fairy princess.”

Can I ask for a little Urie/saiko trip to the supermarket whilst buying groceries for the Quinx? If you could add their journey home too that’s a bonus :) Thank you!

Ooh this should be interesting.

“Urie!” Saiko holds up bags of gummy bears and gummy worms. “Can we get these?”

Urie stares at her. People actually want to eat childhood friends and insects? “Sometimes, this is why I sympathize with ghouls.”

“You know you don’t,” Saiko huffs, shoving the bags back on the shelves to hurry after Urie. “Lemme guess, you’re looking for protein? Brotein?”

“Yes! We need it.” Urie throws the leanest meat he can find into their cart.

“I’m not a bro!” Saiko sticks her chest out at him. “Can’t you at least compromise and get us hamburger meat? We can make cheeseburgers!”

She clasps her hands together.

“No.” He heads to the protein shake section next.

Saiko shakes her head in horror. “Oh my god, haven’t you heard of flavor? Sugar? Salt? The five basic tastes, at least? How do you find everything that matches none of these?”

“Promotions taste better!” He squeaks.

He really shouldn’t have.

“Oh-ho.” Saiko plants her hands on her hips. “I see how it is.”

“Saiko -”

“Shut up, silly boy. We are getting flavor if it’s the last thing I do. And with you, it might be.” Saiko flounces off on her own.

They shop on their own, and when they meet up at the checkout line, Urie manages to persuade her to remove the gummies but not the ice cream cake or chips. She accepts his surrender on protein shakes but not the meat, because hey, she has the perfect spices now.

As they walk home, Saiko elbows him. “Together, we make a pretty great pair, don’t we?”

Urie giggles. “Yeah.”

“Did you just giggle?” Saiko holds her phone aloft. “Why didn’t I record this? I have blackmail material!”

“Don’t ruin my stellar reputation.” Urie sniffs, but she can hear the smile in his voice.

“Well, is kissing me allowed if you want your stellar reputation?” She juts out her lower lip.

Urie’s heart palpitates. “What?”

“I know! I’ll kiss you!” Saiko plants her lips on his.

He kisses her back. Because she’s right. They make a great pair.

uihai playing twister ;)

soutasnotebook:

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.

uihai playing twister ;)

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.

The Quinx adopt a cat.

Mwahahahahahahha. Again, here’s an AU where Shirazu is also 100% alive.

“Saiko, you can’t.” Hsaio hurries after her fellow Quinx.

“Watch me!” Saiko holds the cat closer to her chest. “Look how fluffy its cheeks are! Urie’s keeping it, whether he wants to or not.”

Hsaio sighs, but lets Saiko into the Chateau.

Higemaru must have super-senses, because he races downstairs before Saiko has even removed her shoes. “Meow! Meow! I love it!”

“We saw it fishing through garbage on our walk. It’s homeless,” Hsaio explains.

Higemaru shrieks with joy as Aura stumbles out of his room, a dazed expression on his face. “What are we all excited about?”

Saiko holds out the cat Lion-King style. “Look, San-chan!”

A vast array of possibilities open before Aura; reading with it purring on his lap, taking it fishing, having fur to bury his face in when he needs to cry.

For Saiko, the delight on her fellow Quinx’s face is enough reason to keep the creature.

Mutsuki and Shirazu hurry in.

“Oh!” squeaks Mucchan.

Shirazu wrestles it from Saiko. “Can I pat it?”

“You just stole it,” Saiko replies dryly.

“’Pat me.’” He imitates its voice and holds the creature out to Mutsuki, who swallows nervously.

His palms sweat. They don’t know, but he does, and he hates it.

Still, he pats the cat, and it purrs, like it doesn’t think he’s gross. Mutsuki’s eyes mist.

“What’s it’s name?”

“Not what Saiko wants,” Hsaio says sharply.

“Saiko wants it named Furruta Purruta,” says Saiko.

Higemaru bursts into laughter. “Perfect.”

“Purrfect,” Shirazu corrects.

The Chateau door opens, and Urie Kuki strolls in. He freezes when he sees his entire squad gathered in the hall, holding a fat black cat.

“Meet Furruta Purruta,” Mutsuki jokes.

“I hate you all,” Urie says, but this time, he’s grinning.

*credit to @hamliet for the name*

The Quinx help Aura deal with his… issues.

Aura Shinsanpei has a secret: he hates himself.

He’s convinced he will never measure up. His aunt is freaking Aura Kiyoko, for crying out loud.

He doesn’t know how to interact with people. If he loves you, he worships you. If he hates you, he’s your worst nightmare. There is no grey for Aura, and he doesn’t understand tepid people.

He wants to be the heroes he reads about. He wants to be like Aunt Kiyoko.

“San-chan,” calls a voice, and he looks up to see Saiko waving at him.

“Oh. Hi.” He’s sitting on a bench outside CCG, musing on how he wants to disappear, but his tall body renders that impossible.

“Mind if I sit next to you?” She hops next to him without waiting for confirmation. “Mind if Higa and Hsaio do, too?”

Suddenly, Aura finds himself surrounded by Quinx. Even Urie is here, sitting awkwardly in the back with Mutsuki.

“We’re here to tell you we love you,” Saiko sings.

“Huh?”

She kisses his cheek, and Hsaio hugs him.

Higemaru leans his head on Aura’s shoulder. “You’re our friend, you know.”

“And admittedly your aunt sent us,” Hsaio says.

“But we would have come anyway! Just, later,” Saiko adds.

“We want you to know you’re okay,” says Urie.

Mutsuki doesn’t say anything. He’s not okay. Neither is Aura. But if Aura can be okay, that’s great, unless it keeps him from Sasaki – but if Aura is convinced not to kill Sasaki, that might be easier, too.

“I know I’m fine,” Aura insists, his cheeks pink.

“No, you don’t. You avoid us and live for your aunt. She wants you to live for you, and we want that, too.” Saiko pats his leg. “Come on. We’re all going out for ice cream, and I’ll show you how.”

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

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.”