In light of chapter 111, can we get a scenario where Shirazu didn’t die and he and Urie talk? Old chapter, I know, but the idea hit me.

Urie collapses. Two figures, one blue and one black, swim before his closing eyes.

“We better get to Higa and Shirazu. Someone tore the poor kid’s arms off.” Hsaio scowls at their captain. They’re supposed to be fighting the clowns, not each other.

“How is Urie?” Shirazu looks up from a wincing Higemaru to see his friend’s faces painted with darkness. “Where is he?!”

When Urie wakes up, he’s back in his own bed. Higemaru. What happened?

“Higa’s fine. Recuperating, but fine. The clowns were repelled.” Shirazu slouches against his door.

“Shirazu…” Urie mutters. His head pounds.

“You framed out.”

Urie’s blood chills. “What?”

He knows. He just hasn’t wanted to admit it.

“You framed out. Lucky for you, Saiko and Hsaio were able to subdue you and save your ass. Even after all that shit you gave us.” Shirazu softens when he sees Urie’s stricken expression. “I would have saved you, too.”

“I don’t deserve it.” Urie is terrified that Shirazu will ask him to eat normal food, and terrified that he can’t.

Shirazu comes closer and holds out a brown cube.

“What is that?” Urie asks cautiously.

“A sugar cube made with the blood of yours truly.”

“Are you fucking insane?”

“Sasaki once mentioned that he used to eat them. I thought it’d be worth a try. Can’t have you starve. We need you.” Shirazu shoves the cube in Urie’s mouth. “Don’t worry, we all contributed to the Urie-sugar-cube fund. Well, Higa accidentally contributed the most, considering how much he was bleeding, but you know.”

“I’m a monster.” Urie swallows the melting cube.

“Nah. You have us. We’re your friends. We keep you in line, and we keep you alive. Isn’t that what friends are for?” Shirazu snickers.

Shiraiko/Beauty and the Beast

Anonymous asked: After that Mulan-Mutsurie mashup, I dare you to write Disney-film mashups for: Ayahina, Touken, Takirona, Akiramon, Uihai, Nishikimi, Tsukikana, Arieto, and Shiraiko. Ty and good night.

I’ll be posting these once a day (probably) until the list is done!

Mutsurie/Mulan: here.

Ayahina/Sleeping Beauty: here.

Uihai/Tangled: here.

Akiramon/The Hunchback of Notre Dame: here.

Tskukikana/The Little Mermaid: here.

Nishikimi/Snow White: here.

Takirona/Frozen: here.

“I’m not sure I can do this.” Shirazu cringes as Mutsuki helps him into a suit jacket. Damn her for holding him to promises made before he died.

“You must!” Higemaru stomps his foot. “You must be bold. Daring!”

He follows Shirazu to the mirror. “There will be music. Romantic candlelight, provided by us. And when the moment comes, you’ll confess your love!”

Shirazu stares at himself. “I’m hideous.”

“You look the same was ever,” Urie says in his quintessential bored voice.

“I’m not though.” He’s dead. He’s a zombie. A walking corpse. Whatever you want to call it.

He should never have agreed to this.

“It’s okay.” Sasaki – excuse him, Kaneki – pats his shoulder. “Saiko won’t care.”

“Now, show us your most winning smile.” Aura can’t believe he got roped into this. Not only is he now friendly with ghouls, but he’s also friendly with the undead.

“Maybe a little less…toothy,” Higemaru advises.

“Onward you go, brave one.” Kaneki smiles at him. He doesn’t care if Shirazu is a zombie. His kids are back.

Shirazu sees a very pregnant Touka and lithe Hsaio shove Saiko out from behind the curtain. She’s dressed in a beautiful blue ballgown that shimmers with her every move. White gloves adorn her hands.

“Hi,” she says, almost shyly.

Shirazu croaks. His stiff suit and jerky movements are even worse by comparison. “You look nice.”

Still, he takes her hand and leads her into the ballroom.

Ui stands there, ready to start singing. “Tale as old as time…”

“Of course you’d ask for this song.” Shirazu smiles at Saiko.

“It’s still the best.” Saiko offers him a mischievous grin.

With his heart pounding and something stuck in his throat, Shirazu places his arm around her waist. She steps in tune with the song, beaming brighter than the sun.

“Beauty and the beast…” Ui sings, and on cue, Saiko stops moving.

“I love you, Shirazu.”

“I’m – who can love a zombie?” Shirazu blinks back tears.

“Me. I do. Saiko does.” She draws him closer, and, peering into her sparkling eyes, Shirazu dares to hope he too might have a happy ending.

Hairu elbows Ui, who begins singing “Sha-la-la-la, don’t be shy…”

Touka tries not to laugh. The room erupts in cheers as the happy couple seals their future with a kiss.

Urie/Saiko – accidental proposal

“Urie, you’re not paying attention.” Saiko comes up behind her boyfriend and wraps her arms around him. “Why are you a grumpus today?”

Urie groans. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not!” Saiko jumps onto his lab and tickles under his chin.

“Stop!” Urie shrieks. Ever since his girlfriend found out he was ticklish, he’s been in hell.

Actually, he’s been in hell over guilt for not stopping Furuta sooner, but Saiko doesn’t need to know that.

“What, are you sad you’re a full ghoul? It’s not like you ever enjoyed food anyways. Now you can live on protein alone, just like you always wanted.” Saiko sticks out her tongue.

“I’m afraid I’ll drag you down with me,” he blurts out.

“Huh?” Saiko frowns.

“Look how inactive we were on Furuta. What if – what if I go crazy – and you follow me – into the ghoul life?”

Saiko’s hands meet her hips. “Ooookay. Where do I even begin. For starters, Urie, many ghouls are wonderful people, present company included. For second, the worst thing about being a full ghoul would be a lack of sugar. But you never know with science. Maybe I’d be able to eat sugar again.”

“I know,” he mutters.

“Good. What will cheer you up? Marriage?” Saiko shrugs. “City hall is open.”

“Come off it!” Urie gasps. But his heart trembles.

When they’re cuddling later, he has to ask, “Did you mean it? Would you marry me?”

“Of course.” Saiko rolls over to smile at him.

“Do you wanna marry me, then?” Urie’s eyes are huge. He did not intend to ask this today. Someday, in the distant future.

Saiko giggles. “Yes. You know, you’re more like Takeomi than you realize.”

“Break up!” Urie howls, and she hits him with her pillow.

In someway the CCG manages to bring Shirazu back to life…he knocks on the quinx’s house door. Urie opens the door unaware of what is going to stand in front of him. Shriazu is back

“Who is it?!” Urie yells, stomping up to the Chateau front door. “Go away, you rapscallion imbecile.”

He screams then. His hair momentarily turns white.

“Urie,” whispers Shirazu, his dead friend.

“You’re a lie!” Urie slams the door shut.

“What’s going on?” Higemaru bounds up to the door. “Hello?”

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When Higa screams, Saiko knows she needs to head downstairs. “What’s this about?”

“There’s a ghost!” wails Higemaru.

Aura heads towards the door with a shrug.

“Oh my god!” He slams the door shut again.

“I didn’t see!” Saiko shouts.

“Men are idiots.” Hsaio hurries forward and yanks open the door.

“Don’t you remember me?” Shirazu sounds scared.

“You idiot!” Saiko tackles him. “Like we could forget you.”

“How?” wails Urie.

Mutsuki finally exits his room, tromps downstairs, and freezes. “No.”

“Mucchan,” whispers Shirazu, opening his arms. Urie launches himself into them first.

“How?” Mutsuki repeats Urie’s question. He’s too scared for a hug. Good things don’t happen, not anymore.

“Kanou. I’m going to have to pretend to be his puppet, but I can’t do that – I needed to see you all first.” Shirazu blinks back tears. “You have to know it’s really me.”

“I know.” Mutsuki’s face crumbles. “I love you, too.”

Hsaio has the presence of mind to shut the door, and all the Quinx, even the new ones, gather around for an embrace.

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.”