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.”

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.”

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.

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 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.

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)

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“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.