ashimagari

[ashimagari]

HEYY! unfortunately you are right about the lack of fics on this platform, so could i order something with Arisu? I don't have many ideas but smtg about he catches you looking at him for a long time just because he's so beautiful hehe

Pairing: Ryohei Arisu x gn!reader

TW: Mentions of Blood

Many stood for a while in the ruins of The Beach, either too tired or too dumbfounded to move. Arisu was at the front, the fire casting shades of orange and marigold onto his skin. A few steps to the right, you watched, eyes caught on the pinch of his cheekbones. His features were set in the same way you had seen during the games – stern, but somehow still soft around the edges. You supposed he knew that The Beach had never really been a paradise. 

Even as the blistering heat carried over the water, as the single semblance of hope crumbled with the burning rafters, you were unable to pull your eyes from Arisu. The Beach might not have represented anything more than a momentary safety net, but it had brought you Arisu, at least. The idea of him had been playing at the edges of your mind since. Was it because he was something physical, something tangible, you could cling to in this wretched place when all else seemed to fizzle from your fingers?

Arisu finally glimpsed over his shoulder, meeting your eye. Immediately you glanced at the fire as if the flames climbing into the ceiling had always held your attention. The haze mostly hid the flush of your face, but he noticed the drag of your lower lip between your teeth. He wondered just how long you had been looking his way. 

‘Y/N,’ he called. Your name felt tacky in his mouth as if it’d stick in his throat. Maybe it was the twilight air, thick with smoke, with smouldering faith. 

You turned at the sound of your name, unfamiliar falling from Arisu’s mouth. Through the watery light, you saw him try a smile, but he looked exhausted. Niragi’s beating was finally starting to show itself in the black and blue ringed around his eye and the graze on his forehead was still dripping blood. Even tired, he tilted his head toward the sprawl of the city behind. ‘We should go,’ he said quietly. 

Arisu did not know you well, but he opened his arm in silent instruction for you to pass. It wasn’t the first time he had noticed you seemingly distracted by his very presence and he hadn’t quite put his thumb on why it was just yet, but he was relieved that you were here, at least. 

[ashimagari]

Helloo, i would love to request about a chemistry engineer (or similar) reader x chishiya. He wasnt really curious about reader until both were in a game together and reader has a bag with chemical things that reader creates to defend against others. It could be in the tag game from s1, and ended up being impressed about this.

Pairing: Chishiya Shuntaro x gn!reader

TW: Mentions of Blood & Violence & Swearing

AN: My understanding of chemistry is poor at best, so forgive me anon! (I tried to stay out of the rabbit hole that is Wikipedia)

When Chishiya followed your figure into the arena, he thought this might be it. Meaning, the end. For you. You had both just stepped over the threshold of what Hatter was gunning to be��Nine of Spades territory and by the sight of you, Chishiya figured you might just be another casualty of the Borderlands. 

It wasn’t ideal that he was here, preferring to leave the physically demanding tasks to those with a certain je ne sais quoi. But, he’d let the number of days tacked onto his visa deteriorate whilst he redirected his resources toward his plans to take Hatter’s stack of cards. For you, it was an opportunity to put the things you had been working on, building, concocting, to the test. It was a simple case of survival – outlive the so-called citizens – take them out in any which way. 

That was how you found yourself doubled over against the wall, desperately trying to catch your breath, to force down a few mouthfuls of oxygen before you had to move again. The citizens were fierce, not seeming to tire in the same way and they were constantly drawing closer. Another contestant rounded the corner in a show of flailing limbs and sheer desperation, her voice was muffled by the sound of nearing gunfire, but the message was evident enough. Run. 

She was tumbling to the ground, trying to get away, to your side. The clink of metal hitting concrete pulled your attention from the whites of her eyes – brass cartridge cases falling to the ground – the wail of an automatic rifle. She tried to cover the distance and all the while, you continued to back up, eager to keep the citizen in sight. Perhaps, you knew that she wouldn’t make it – that weaving through the spray of bullets was impossible, but you didn’t want to turn your back. She was flagging and you had retreated close enough to a corner to momentarily hide. 

At the wet sound of bullet coursing through gristle, you lurched, desperate to put a wall, at least, between yourself and the citizen. As you rounded the corner, your shoulder made contact with something firm, unmoving. ‘Fuck,’ you stammered, heart filling your throat. 

For a moment you wondered if you’d just thrown yourself into a second citizen – you wouldn’t be able to move fast enough to haul yourself out of such a situation. It was a contestant you’d seen in the opening stages of the arena. At first, it was as if he hadn’t noticed the force of your shoulder against his chest, his line of sight did not shift from the open space ahead. Before, finally, without removing his hands from his jacket pockets, he glimpsed down at you, still on the floor.

All at once, your thoughts seemed to catch up. If you allowed the citizen a second to close, you weren’t certain you’d be able to pull someone else through the chaos and you weren’t sure what this competitor’s plan was. You didn’t allow yourself to think, for him to argue, already moving to your feet, your fingers blinding searching for his own. Chishiya might have resisted if he hadn’t been quite so surprised, but you were running and pulling him before his thoughts could entirely catch up. It was difficult to hear, between gunfire and the sound of your ragged breathing, but he strained to listen: ‘We have to go – he isn’t stopping.’

When you paused a little distance away, you immediately dropped Chishiya’s hand. For a moment, he tensed and untensed his fingers, your touch had been warm, unfamiliar. He watched, silent, except for the slight lift of his chest, as you knelt on the floor, shrugging off your backpack on the way down. You unzippered it, pulling it wide to reveal the contents inside – glass vials tinkered against one another and liquid levels wobbled. 

‘If we can lure him to the lower level and I can get above,’ you said, eyes focused on the contents of your backpack, ‘I can take him out. Or at least slow him down.’

Chishiya crooked his brow – part of him wanted to lean over your shoulder and glance at the things you were fiddling with. Even if he hadn’t once been a doctor, he would have recognised the pictograms attached to the flacons – you’d just jogged through gunfire with an exhibition of corrosive and acutely toxic chemicals slung over your shoulder as if unbothered. This close, he could smell gasoline – maybe it had been on the ends of your fingers, maybe now it was on his skin. 

‘I have concentrated Oleoresin Capsicum, but it won’t last long,’ you said. Finally, you glanced in his direction and met his eye. The expression on his features, the lack of frantic questioning, and the steadiness of his hand, told you that he almost understood. 

‘It’ll take most of what I’ve got – sulfuric acid,’ you continued, attention returning to your rucksack. Something about looking at him for too long made your face prickle with heat. ‘I have ethanol and a lighter, somewhere.’ 

Chishiya nodded along, part of him wondered if he’d been better off if you’d stumbled into just about anyone else. But, there was something distinctly fascinating about what he was seeing. Perhaps you were as out of place in the Nine of Spades arena as he was, but you’d adapted and whatever you had been before entering the Borderlands was keeping you alive. 

Something about this sort of warfare was just about bearable. From a distance, Chishiya could throw the vials handed to him. Maybe it was the safety that being two floors above provided or the fact he never saw the face of the citizen through the screen of a smoke grenade, that made it tolerable. 

It’d be a couple of hours before your eyes stopped streaming from smoke and chemical vapours, but you were relieved to have made it through. Chishiya lost you in the thick cloud wafting from the burning body of the citizen and for three days, his throat scratched and his chest crackled and the idea of you seemed to stick around. It wasn’t until he found himself standing in An’s makeshift laboratory, eyeing up the vials and chemicals stacked on the shelf, that he considered the possibility of wanting to see you again. His interest had been piqued at the very least. He took a flacon from its place and looked at the bottle, he thought for a moment, before tucking it into his jacket. Perhaps it was something you could make use of. 

[ashimagari]

[ Moments of Intimacy with Chishiya ]

Pairing: Chishiya Shuntaro x f!reader

TW: References to 18 + Content

Okay, so I think moments of intimacy with Chishiya can go one of the following few ways –

Sometimes, Chishiya knows you simply want to be close, as close as you physically can be, and whilst he might struggle to admit it, he wants needs it too. With subtle, barely-there brushes of his fingers against your skin, he quietly encourages you onto his lap. The realities of the Borderlands finally seem to dissipate, to fizzle into the background, when he feels you settle against him, thighs on either side of his own. On these particular evenings, after slow, weary days, when it feels all hope is lost, the affair is gentle. Almost as soft as the marigold light filtering in through the window, from the movement of hips to the press of his fingers into your waist. If it were Tokyo as you once knew it, it would almost be picture-perfect. The tickle of your nose against his neck, the flutter of your breath behind his ear has him breathing a little deeper. Chishiya likes the way you cling to him.

Other times, Chishiya knows you want him in a way less than innocent. At first, he resists, quite insistent that he has a hundred other things to be doing, (and you’re not one of them.) Perhaps it is the pitiful whine in your voice, or the tears pricking at the edges of your eyes, or maybe he never meant to deny you at all, but Chishiya relinquishes just enough to allow you to straddle his thigh. If he didn’t adore you, he wouldn’t let you fall apart in this way. He doesn’t like messy affairs, but something about you desperately searching for friction against him, glassy-eyed and huffing against his collarbone, makes him glad that you’re his. Still, he pretends to act indifferent, as if the clawing of your fingers against his chest isn’t pushing his self-control. He reiterates just how much he has to do, to put in place for his plan to work, but his disregard only seems to cause the wet patch between your thighs to grow. 

Otherwise, it happens in the few minutes following a particularly difficult game. In the aftermath of an encounter too close for comfort with death, Chishiya is the one to make you feel truly alive. The adrenaline is still funnelling through your veins and there is sweat slicking up Chishiya’s brow, but there is a single outcome on his mind. It is hard, and fast, in the closest private place you’re able to find. But, it takes the edge off a near-death experience. 

[ashimagari]

Hey 👋 there. I was wondering if you could accept my request for a Chishiya Shuntaro Fiction!😱😊

Any Request , any ideas for fictional story?

Yes, of course! Providing the idea is something I am comfortable with writing, I am more than happy to receive any writing requests! ☺️

[ashimagari]

Hello! I Hope you are doing okay. Can i request chishiya having crush on someone Who gives fallen angel, black cat vibes on outside but her personality is cute, smart and kind. I hope it's not much 💞💞

Pairing: Chishiya Shuntaro x f!reader

TW: Mention of Blood & Violence

The first time Chishiya saw you, he barely so much as acknowledged your existence. You were so quiet, so standoffish, loitering against the back wall of the arena. A single glimpse your way and he figured you were fresh to the Borderlands, that the game might just be your first, and your last. Approximately nine minutes into the first round, he realised that he had been wrong. The way you silently helped another competitor and didn’t seem to flinch as blood and gristle slipped onto your skin told him that you were well acquainted with the world after all.

The second time he saw you, he watched you take down three strangers in the bloodiest hearts game he had witnessed. Part of him was curious – as you stepped through the arena, avoiding his eye, shameful of what he had just seen you do, he wondered what you had been before the Borderlands. His eyes followed as you withdrew into the early morning, your shoulders slumped as if ashamed of yourself for having survived.

Over time, he had almost come to expect you, to see you slink into the arena at the final moment. Still, you always stood in the corner, not bothering to meet anyone’s eye. From a distance, you seemed to analyse the workings of each game with careful curiosity and in some way, or another, you always scraped through.

Imagine Chishiya’s surprise when he caught sight of you at The Beach at Kuina’s side, head tipped back with laughter at something she must have said. In the orange glow of the foyer’s sodium strip lights, a seeming world away from the reality of the games, you seemed different. Kuina gently nudged you through the crowd, her eyes on him.

The shock of suddenly standing in front of Chishiya registered on your features before you could quite stop it. You had taken notice of him a long time ago – the way he seemed to appear in the very same places, the way he watched each game unravel with an easy-going expression. All this time, you had maintained your distance, whilst making certain he made it through each challenge. Once or twice, you had almost sacrificed yourself in order to twist the outcome in your favour. Something about his presence, so indifferent, was almost reassuring. The little squeak of surprise slipped from your mouth and the ever so slight twitch of Chishiya’s brow suggested that he heard it.

‘Chishiya, this is Y/N,’ Kuina nodded, a hand passing over your shoulder.

Bowing your head slightly, you tried to conceal the flush that had momentarily prickled across your skin. This close, he finally seemed real, no longer the apparition you had been keeping alive. Chishiya was silent himself, he was chewing the inside of his lower lip. Perhaps, his brain was short-circuiting, it didn’t seem to make any sense – the girl standing in front of him, blushing a fierce shade of scarlet, was the very same one he had seen maim and murder. What had been mere curiosity, meant to pass the time, was twisting into something else. Cute wasn’t a word in Chishiya’s vocabulary, but the aversion of your eyes was the closest he’d come to saying it.

Kuina kept you around and whilst Chishiya might never quite bring himself to accept it, he was relieved. Maybe, it was because he took reassurance in the knowledge that he had someone on his side capable of taking care of themselves. Maybe, it was because the impossibility of his task – to take the stack of cards in Hatter’s suite, seemed to diminish when you laughed; in the half-second the ends of your fingers brushed when you handed him a cup of coffee.

It culminated in the Five of Spades game. Chishiya folded his arms on the apartment boundary, momentarily resting his chin. From here, he watched the other competitors flicker somewhere between panic and disbelief. ‘Let’s see,’ he sighed, snagging your attention, ‘Everyone looks like they’re about to die, as usual.’

On any other occasion, Chishiya’s tone might have made you smile, but here, staring out across the apartment complex, you could only grimace. It was simple enough – watch from afar and let the other competitors make the mistakes and it should have been easy. It wasn’t as if locating the alleged safe area had proven difficult and Chishiya had quietly encouraged the tall, shaggy-haired competitor to enter first. In the next moment, the second tagger revealed themselves – whilst Chishiya had managed to taser them to the ground, they were quick in their recovery.

‘Chishiya, get down!’ You cried, throwing yourself into the space between the horse-headed figure and Chishiya.

There was little thought behind the movement – you lurched with blind desperation, determined to take the blow meant for him. A fist to the shoulder sent you backwards, toward Chishiya’s waiting hands. His fingers were not gentle as they pushed you through the apartment hallway, to the safety of the outside, as he slammed the doorway behind. Even as you stumbled to the ground, he saw the flicker of your eyes – the helpless feeling pricking the edges, guilt for having abandoned the other competitor.

The apartment lighting cast blue shadows over Chishiya. His features were set in the same way you had seen before – perhaps, the closeness of death had momentarily stunned him into silence. The balmy evening air clung to his chest in a way he didn’t much like. Was it the evening air, or was he just frustrated? He finally glanced at you, propped against the apartment wall. He used to think you were perfectly calculated, he’d come to realise that you were stupidly kind, even in the Borderlands. For a moment, he watched you – he hadn’t told you that he knew you’d saved his life more than once and he wasn’t sure he would, he’d just have to stick around to return the favour.

[ashimagari]

I have recently finished watching Alice in Borderland and there is a drought of fics on here, so if anyone has any requests, feel free to send them my way!