Remember when the Qs squad turned into girls? The same. But Urie is there, looking gorgeous

Saiko whistles as Urie enters the pounding nightclub. She’s dressed in an outfit defined more by what’s not there than what is.

“I hate these places,” he grumbles, adjusting his purple gown.

“You look hot,” Shirazu says. He’s clad in a glittery body-con dress, plus a fake chest. He kinda likes it.

Mutsuki mumbles agreement. His face is red, just like the vampirish punk outfit he wears.

Sasaki shakes his head at them. He looks like a child in his lacy getup.

“Next time, we should play strippers,” Saiko says, lounging against the bar.

“I will kill you first,” Urie hisses.

“We should dance to blend in,” Sasaki decides. “Mutsuki, you and Urie get on the floor. Saiko, stay at the bar. Shirazu, with me. We’ll have girly conversations in the restroom.”

“Mutsuki,” Urie whispers as they head – tentatively – onto the dance floor. “My boobs are slipping.”

“I’ll prop them up.” Mutsuki pushes against Urie’s chest.

“Can you not be all over each other?” sniffs a woman.

Mutsuki gasps. He looks like he wants to die.

Urie rolls his eyes. “Come on. Like Shirazu said, at least you got to second base with someone hot.”

Saiko and Shirazu get together and Mutsuki and Urie do too, and Sasaki comes home to the shock of his life.

Bless you.

“Mucchan.” Urie pouts at the base of the stairs. “I just want to kiss you over and over.”

Mutsuki blushes. “You can.”

Urie brushes back Mutsuki’s green locks to see his eyes better. “You wanna go to my room?”

Mutsuki nods, embarrassed but thrilled.

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“Look at them.” Saiko peers around the corner to watch them head upstairs. “I’m so happy for them.”

“I am too. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have earplugs to put in.” Shirazu pushes past.

“Hold on, hold on!” Saiko is offended. “You can’t possibly pass this up.”

“Pass what up?” Shirazu is thoroughly confused.

“These!” Saiko pushes her chest up.

“Oh – oh!” Shirazu looks both terrified and elated. “Saiko. Wait. Do you actually – you feel that way – about me?”

“Of course I do, silly.” Saiko smirks. “If you’d like to touch them, you can.”

“I, uh, I like you.” Shirazu splutters.

Saiko wraps her arms around him. “Shall we go upstairs?”

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Sasaki Haise whistles as he enters the Chateau. “Hello?”

He hears a shout from upstairs, and with a smile, heads towards the noise.

“Saiko, you’re amazing,” he hears Shirazu groan. She giggles in response.

Haise is now very confused.

He backs towards Urie’s room. Sane, grumpy Urie.

“Urie, I love you,” Mutsuki’s voice sobs.

“I love you, Tooru,” Urie whispers. “And you have a beautiful body.”

Haise stumbles backwards and nearly throws himself down the stairs. He frantically dials Arima’s number.

“Haise?”

“My squad is – they’re – engaging in activities of a – sensitive nature,” Haise squeaks.

“Hmm. Ui and Hairu should learn from them,” Arima muses.

“No!” Haise hangs up and calls Akira. “Akira! Help! My squad is making love!”

“All together?” Akira sounds scandalized.

“No.” Haise is appalled. “Urie and Mutsuki, and Saiki and Shirazu. I can hear them.”

“Oh. Hmm. About time.” Akira clears her throat. “Want earplugs?”

Mutsurie – urie calls mutsuki tooru for the first time 😍

Okay was I the only one who got very emotional when Aura called him Tooru after he was electrocuted?

“I think you’re wonderful, Mucchan.” Urie traces Mutsuki’s face with his fingers. “I love your green hair. I love your eyepatch. Your nose is little and cute.”

Mutsuki giggles. They’re on a park bench at sunset, and Urie has insisted on showering Mutsuki with praise. He’s not sure he deserves it.

“Your lips are lovely and they kiss very well.” Urie sniffs, but Mutsuki can see the color on his face. “Your cheeks are blushing!”

“So are yours!”

“True,” Urie allows. “Um, you have very expressive eyes. And I love you, Tooru.”

Mutsuki’s breath catches. Urie’s told him he loves him before, but he’s never called him Tooru.

He feels as if that one name means more.

“Is it okay to call you that?” Urie probes.

“Yes.” Mutsuki sniffles. He loves him, he really does. “If I can call you Kuki.”

Urie gasps. “Yes. Please do, Tooru. you have a beautiful name.”

“So do you, Kuki.” Mutsuki draws him closer. The sun dips below the horizon.

Hello, I love you drabbles! I have so many MutsUrie headcanons and I’d love to see them in written form…XD So, what about Mutsuki and Urie before their first time together, Mutsuki being reluctant about his scars because he thinks they’re ugly and Urie reassuring him? <3 Thanks for the trouble! ♥

Anonymous: Mutsurie where urie and mutsuki are about to have their first night together 😉 but when mucchan takes off his clothes urie sees all the scars and mucchan tells urie about her past and urie says he’ll protect mucchan forever 😍

Thank you! Since I basically have two of the same ask, I’m combining these! Also, my heart. *clutches chest*

“Tooru,” moans Urie in between kisses. He opens his mouth to let Mutsuki in further. He wants Mutsuki to have all of him.

He tugs Mutsuki onto his bed, on top of him.

Mutsuki can feel how excited Urie is. Usually he is scared of excited men. But not Urie, who won’t go further than a make-out session.

Mutsuki raises a hand to stroke Urie between his thighs.

Urie gasps. His eyes widen. “Mucchan.”

“Would you want to do more?” Mutsuki asks hesitantly.

Urie nods feverishly, sitting up to embrace his boyfriend. “Mucchy.”

“I have…stuff.” Mutsuki blushes and reaches for his wallet.

Urie laughs. “So prepared.” He grins. “Undress me.”

Mutsuki undoes the buttons on his shirt, and slowly pushes down Urie’s pants. He blushes.

When Urie reaches for him, Mutsuki whimpers slightly. He wants this, but –

“What’s wrong?” Urie stops, his face inches from him.

“This.” Mutsuki opens his shirt to reveal the scars marring his chest.

“Mucchan.” Urie reaches out, tentatively, to touch the mottled skin. “Is this from – the surgery?”

Mutsuki nodded. Tears prick his eyes. “And it was botched anyhow.” His voice cracks. “Every time I see these, I think of Torso and my dad and my family. They’re hideous, like me.”

“No!” Urie buries his head between Mutsuki’s scarred breasts, leaving his after kiss until every inch has been covered. “No. You’re beautiful. Your scars are beautiful. I won’t – I – if you want to stop, we can. I will never hurt you like they did. I will protect you forever.”

Mutsuki is crying. “I know. I trust you.”

Urie kisses his cheek.

“Don’t stop,” Mutsuki mumbles. Urie resumes removing Mutsuki’s pants, stroking him across the anatomy that, until now, has given him nothing but shame. He leaves kisses over every area Mutsuki fears, and Mutsuki does the same.

I’ll protect you forever.

Here, with Mutsuki and Urie connected at the core, with their eyes staring into each other, panting and whispering each other’s names, Mutsuki already feels safe.

Touka’s Inspiration in Other Ships

By a lovely Nonny-Mouse.

Everyone asks Touka for relationship advice. Here are the results:

Akiramon:

Akira: are you a virgin?

Amon: wait, what? I mean… yes, I guess, I know I’m over 30, but you see, I had a really bad childhood, so I didn’t want to… *continues for five minutes*

Akira: *is getting tired of this shit and strips her shirt off*

Amon:

Ayahina:

Hinami: are you a virgin?

Ayato: WHAT HINAMI WHY WOULD YOU ASK ME THAT *gets all red*

Hinami: Because I like you!

Ayato: !!! 😀 *strips shirt off*

Hinami: and your sister told me she asked Kaneki that before they did it.

Ayato: If you’re trying to seduce me never bring up my sister’s sex life again.

Shiraiko:

Saiko: are you a virgin?

Shirazu: excuse me! Saiko! You don’t ask someone that!

Saiko: Fine, do you want to have sex?

Shirazu: with you?

Saiko: No, with a doll. Yes, with me.

Shirazu: Maybe…

Saiko/Hsiao:

Hsiao: are you a virgin?

Saiko: Not for long if you want to do something about it.

Nakimiza:

Miza: are you a virgin?

Naki: what’s a virgin?

Miza: nosebleeds.

Mutsurie:

Mutsuki: are you a virgin?

Urie: *no mouth, boy is shook*

Mutsuki: I’ve never done it with someone I … cared about; that’s kind of like being a virgin, right?

Urie: what?

Mutsuki: *kisses him*

Urie: idk what’s happening but I like it.

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.”

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.