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“.....Why is she here.”.

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Arima finding out that his s/o had been giving information to the Aogiri? S/o can be human or ghoul. I'm sorry if you don't do asks like this. I'm on mobile at the moment and can't see the rules.

I have no idea what I was trying to accomplishwith this.

ARIMA had his suspicions about his significant other and unfortunately hissuspicions hadn’t been unfounded. For all his experience, he couldn’t quitepinpoint if they are a human or a ghoul. Either way, their ability to deceive somany around them for their goal is praiseworthy. Without knowing for sure whatthey are, he can’t act on any assumptions. Arima figures the best way to reacha conclusion is to approach his partner and he does. All of his questions aredeflected or thrown back into his face. It’s frustrating, and the one questionhe’s been holding back surfaces: why? “You’re asking me why? Don’tmisunderstand, it’s not like I actually support Aogiri or anything. I’m just…killingtime you could say.” They look at him with a self-deprecating expression; he’snot sure if he imagined it, but Arima could have sworn there is something likeregret in their gaze. “This is the end, Arima. I won’t give them anyinformation, but we’ll never see each other again either. And by the way…I wasreally happy by your side.” They turn and leave, vanishing as if they had neverbeen there to begin with. True to his partner’s word—or would that be formerpartner?—they never met again. Even now, he wonders about their motivations andwhat became of them.

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Hiii! I love your scenarios~ and I've been looking forward to reading more! :3 Though could I request a scenario: how would things go if Arima, Sasaki and Urie find out that their s/o is a ghoul?

Aw, I’m glad you love reading them!ヾ(*ゝω・*)ノ

ARIMA addresses his partner in a lower voice than usual, asking them to go with him somewhere. His partner obliges, unaware of his intentions. Their innocence almost hurts him. Almost. They reach an area devoid of people. When Arima pulls out his quinque, his partner doesn’t seem ruffled at all, instead asking him how long he’s known. He responds ambiguously, implying that he’s known for a long time. “Why kill me now?” his partner takes a few steps forward, refusing to look back to him. He knew his partner wasn’t capable of fighting. This wasn’t eliminating a threat to the citizens; it was murder. His partner’s question dies on the air. Finally he answers; “It will hurt more the longer I wait.” The hand gripping his weapon tightens. His partner resigns to their fate, telling him to kill them from behind like the coward he is. The sensation of his blade cutting through flesh, muscle, scraping against bone, is nothing new to him. However, this time the sound of the body hitting pavement is sickening. It was a clean death, he tells himself. They felt minimal pain. These words do nothing to console him as he walks away, how could they; he’s murdered the one he loves in cold blood.

SASAKI is ignorant of the nature of his partner for a long time. His suspicions begin when he and his squad are put on a case where the mannerisms and suspected appearance of the ghoul are eerily similar to that of his lover. He denies it, there are many people in the world, such similarities did not mean this ghoul and his partner were one and the same. The more and more information they obtained, the harder it became to reject. Finally, he stumbles across them, seconds after the act of killing. There is no doubt now, the ghoul and his lover were one and the same. Sasaki’s mind is reeling, maybe they could work something out, maybe the other investigators would understand, maybe it didn’t have to end with their death. “Haise,” they use his given name, probably for the last time. It brings the haphazard thoughts to an agonizing halt. “I’ve killed too many people to be forgiven, at least in this lifetime. Don’t hold back on my account, okay?” And he watches as his partner attacks a fellow investigator. There is no other way, he realizes, and something akin to despair blooms in his blood at the inevitability of it all. This is the only end to their story.

URIE looks at his lover standing over a fresh corpse, their victim no doubt, his usual stoic expression refusing to betray his thoughts. He knew that his partner knew his stance on ghouls: their existence is unforgivable. The ghouls should be exterminated, every last one of them. Their presence could not be permitted. Not under any circumstance—not even his lover was immune. They remove themselves from the corpse, and smile at him as they usually would, blood smeared across their skin. “You’re going to kill me right? Go ahead, I won’t stop you.” They say; it almost sounds like their chastising him. It’s like they are trying to tell him that he is wrong about their kind. He prepares his kagune as they spread their arms wide; come and kill me, is the message they send to him. For a second, he questions his hatred of ghouls, and concludes their words could be a trap. Regardless, he cuts his now former lover down, with no resistance on their part. Urie stands there for a while with only the deceased bearing witness to the almost traitorous expression on his face. Once he regains control, he turns on his heel and leaves. He gave them a clean death, their body devoid of the usual marks stemming from his ruthlessness. He loved them, he really did. But this is the way it should be. It was the way things must be.

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Fluffy head cannons for Uta, Arima, Touka, and Yomo please?

I’m assuming you mean relationship headcanons, if that’s not the case please send it in again and I’ll re-do it!  ٩(●˙▿˙●)۶…⋆ฺ

UTA

Uta enjoys flustering his partner, usually through teasing. He likes to push his limits, but when he goes too far he apologizes. (Whether said apology is genuine or not is a different factor completely)

He likes to watch his partner go about their daily life doing mundane things. He’s quite observant, noticing their quirks and mannerisms relatively quickly. Uta can read them so well, he can recognize how they’re feeling and to a lesser extent what their thoughts are.

Uta admires everything about his partner; their strengths, their flaws, and all the traits in between. He finds it fascinating that all their separate parts come together to make a whole that’s caught his interest. He compliments them on all their traits, even their flaws, saying that they wouldn’t be the person he loved without all their qualities. They’re often likened to a work of art, that despite the imperfections everything comes together to make a beautiful whole.

ARIMA

Whenever Arima leaves for work, his partner tells him to come home safely. Regardless of the number of times he hears that simple phrase, he takes it to heart and vows that he will return that night, alive and well.

Sometimes he comes home late only to find that his partner has fallen asleep waiting for him. He’s always telling them not to wait for him—why don’t they listen? But his eyes will always soften upon seeing their sleepy form and Arima carries them to bed without fail. It’s one of many small testaments of affection they show each other.

He worries about what would happen if he were to be killed in action. While he knows that he’s more than proficient as an investigator, he’s made painfully aware on a regular basis that he may come home in a coffin. Arima has already made arrangements should he fall in battle, but even the thought of how torn his partner would be should said preparations be made necessary is one of many motivations for remaining vigilant.

TOUKA

Touka isn’t one to be overt with her affections. She takes a more subtle route instead; tapping her partner’s shoulder to get their attention, picking fluff out of their hair, telling them to dust dirt off themselves. Her gestures would go largely unnoticed by those less familiar with her mannerisms, but those familiar with her will pick up on those things and know that she’s smitten with her s/o.

Because of her fear of birds, her partner takes it upon themselves to shoo the winged creatures away when they get too close. She finds it unnecessary on their part to go to such lengths, but she certainly appreciates the gesture.

Her partner is the one to tend to Touka’s injuries, despite her insistence that she’s fine. In the end, she submits to her partner’s ministrations. They never ask any questions as to why or how Touka was injured and silently tend to her wounds. Touka is inwardly happy that she has someone to worry for her safety.   

YOMO

For some inexplicable reason, Yomo has taken a liking to ruffling his partner’s hair. Maybe it’s the way their hair sticks up, or perhaps their resignation to the action despite their obvious annoyance. Either way, it’s his standard way of showing affection, and one of the only ways he’ll be affectionate in the public eye.

He likes holding his partner’s small hand in his not-so-small hand.

When sleeping together, he likes to pull them close. Their warmth is reassurance that they are safe and alive. Of course, when they ask how the two of them got so close in the morning, Yomo shrugs and pretends that it must have happened in their sleep.

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hello! welcome! :D anyways. i was wondering if you were able to write a regular normal day for noro/yomo/arima with their s/o? fluff would be nice but alas we're not sure how fluffy noro and arima can be xD

Aw, hello to you too! I hope you’re having a great day!

NORO happens upon his lover when they are resting. In the days before, they had been injured in a fight; resting was a vital part of their recovery. He stands there, watching their chest rise and fall, before realizing that their wounds had begun to seep through their bandages. As gently as he can manage, he tends to their wounds. His partner wakes up despite the care he took in not disturbing them. The say his name, in a place between dreams and reality, and ask him to stay with them. As he didn’t have any pressing Aogiri business, he obliges, holding them against his chest. At least this way he could them all to himself and keep them safe.  

YOMO watches his lover sift through their things, half-dressed no less. “Hey, Yomo, have you seen my lucky panties by any chance? I have a job interview today and I need them.” He shrugs, asking what said garment in question looked like. Upon hearing the description, he sighs and reaches under his pillow, and produces the item in question. They retrieve the article of clothing that would guarantee success, kissing Yomo on the cheek. The slip their panties—and the rest of their clothes on. They say their I love yous as he tucks a stray hair behind their ear. “Oh! And if you want, I can give you some well-used panties next time.” He’s glad they say that as they exit, because his face might be tinged with a light dusting of pink.

ARIMA is home on a rare break from work. Of course, his skills could always be needed and require for him to leave. But for now he would treasure time with his most important person. They tug on his sleeve “Arima, sit with me!” A smile ghosts over his lips as he obliges. His partner creeps closer to him and places their head on his chest; he wraps an arm around their waist. His partner animatedly talks about the happenings that have occurred since they last spoke, and Arima listens, satisfied to experience parts of your life in this way. Eventually, they both run out of things to say; his partner places a kiss on his cheek and tells him that they love him. Arima mumbles a “you too” as he pulls them into his lap. They sit like that for a while, in companionable silence enjoying the rare presence of the other. 

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How would Arima deal with a ghoul attacking his s/o?

Outwardly, ARIMA, would remain as impassive as ever. Inwardly, he would be seething. He would first be angry that the ghoul would dare to even think of hurting his partner and then with himself for allowing his partner to be caught up in such a dangerous situation. He would remain rational, not succumbing to his anger. If Arima had his quinque with him, he would make quick work of the ghoul, otherwise he’d use his fists to protect his s/o. His partner is important to him and he’d sooner lay down his life than to see their spark extinguished.