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𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 - sweven 'extra' (s3) by mazewriterrr
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𝐘𝐔𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐁𝐀𝐘𝐀 is picking her life back up after getting hit by a meteorite and making her way out of the black market industry. She puts her childhood dream of becoming a psychologist back into the works. With daily heart aches, she also visits the hospital and meets surgeon 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎̄ 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐀, a man who puts her psychological knowledge to the test. And as the true colors of her friend and housemate Suguru Niragi begin to show, so do the Borderlands. ACT THREE OF SWEVEN BASED OFF SEASON 3 OF AIB. Chishiya x OC
𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐃 - sweven sequel, aib by mazewriterrr
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With plenty of struggles, 𝐘𝐔𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐁𝐀𝐘𝐀 and 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎̄ 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐀 made it out of the Borderlands safely. Now their lives are becoming peaceful. At least, as peaceful as life gets with three kids. Chishiya was convinced he'd never experience something worse than being buried alive, but when his youngest daughter 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐀 starts to show a little too much interest in Arisu and Usagi's son-𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐃𝐄-, he begins to long for the coffin again. In ancient myths, realms like the underworld are never truly destroyed; they only get put 'to sleep' by powerful anchors- linchpins, for example. So when the linchpin's oldest son gets too close to the everlasting playing cards, he 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 something familiar.
𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 - aib, chishiya by mazewriterrr
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For 𝐘𝐔𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐁𝐀𝐘𝐀, all worlds contain dangerous elements- though she might even be safer in the Borderlands; the laws she broke don't apply here. 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎̄ 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐀 knows about her actions all too well. He's not interested in redemption, yet something about her piques his curiosity. Perhaps the fact that her illegal activities affected him on a daily basis. Once they enter the Borderlands, they pretend not to know each other. But both of them are always keeping a sharp eye out. Waiting for the other to crack. Waiting, maybe, for the moment they lose a game. 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 - a vision seen in sleep; a dream Chishiya x OC Alice In Borderland
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𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 ' (𝙖𝙞𝙗𝙭𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧) by r4iny_n1ghts
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Y/n L/n worked as not only a doctor but also a detective. She was only on her way to the hospital but was only interrupted by the sound of fireworks. From then her life changed completely. Through the years of being stuck there and becoming one of the executives, Y/n finds herself meeting many new people, which led to her life, changing even more. What will happen then? Read this story to find out! Alice in Borderland characters does NOT belong to me and rather to : Haro Aso Y/n and many more made-up characters belong to "me". #1 on S2 #1 on Ann #1 on Arisu #2 on charactersxreader
𝐎𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 - 𝘢𝘪𝘣, 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘺𝘢 (𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃) by inborderlaand
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𝖠𝖫𝖨𝖢𝖤 𝖨𝖭 𝖡𝖮𝖱𝖣𝖤𝖱𝖫𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖥𝖠𝖭𝖥𝖨𝖢 𝖮𝖢 𝗑 𝖲𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗈 𝖢𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗒𝖺 𝖠 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖪𝗈𝗄𝗈𝗋𝗈 𝖬𝗂𝗇-𝗃𝗂 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒. 𝖳𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗏𝗂𝗏𝖾, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗄 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝗂𝗍𝗌. 𝖥𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝟥 𝗈𝖿 𝖧𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖰𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖣𝗂𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝖬𝗂𝗇-𝗃𝗂 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗁𝗒𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒. 𝖣𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾, 𝟧 𝗈𝖿 𝖲𝗉𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗌, 𝖬𝗂𝗇-𝗃𝗂 𝖻𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝖲𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗈 𝖢𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗒𝖺. 𝖨𝖬𝖯𝖱𝖤𝖲𝖲𝖨𝖵𝖤 𝖱𝖠𝖭𝖪𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲: 𝟣 𝗂𝗇 #𝖺𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗂𝗇𝖻𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝟤 𝗂𝗇 #𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍
𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 ✹ s. chishiya by auradonsenthusiast
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━━━━━━𝐢 𝐠𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 started; @,' 4/5/26 published; @,' 4/14/24 status; @,' ongoing 🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭🂺 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, Saito Saeko, a gambler as she acts innocent and pure to get her way, doing anything if it gets in her way of survival and pure fun, but it seems a doctor has gotten in her way. ✹ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, Shuntaro Chishiya, a calm, intelligent ex-doctor, could see right through Saeko's act and never falls for it, but as similar they are, she makes him feel weird, in both a good and bad way. And he has to stop it. But will he? chishiya x fem! oc 🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭🂺
hearts formed by solicitude and desolation | chishiya shuntaro by rainsoughtflowers
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CURRENTLY UNDERGOING MAJOR EDITING REVISED CHAPTERS: 2 "human relationships." he explained, a small chuckle leaving his throat, "i don't care about people's hearts. i don't want to know how people work or how they think. they're all selfish anyways." you didn't interrupt him, despite how you wanted to disagree. people weren't selfish, at least not everyone. and like chishiya had told you before, wasn't being selfish sometimes a good thing? shouldn't you be allowed to want certain things for yourself? once more your thoughts paused and the feather light touch of a hand against yours could be felt, not quite finding purchase but enough for you to feel that he was there. or maybe it was meant to reassure himself. his throat moved, perhaps his attempt to clear the tightness and arrange the words evidently playing on the tip of his tongue. "but then i met you. and it was weird. i had never been so interested in a human being before. and through time i found that..." he paused, glancing up for a brief moment before holding your fingers more securely, "you're the only heart i want to learn more about."
target practice, AIB by mcushifterme
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when the world turned upside down.
alice in borderland ▸ 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 by sonyafrommazerunner
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shuntaro chishiya x oc The last King had ruled through paranoia, through the kind of weak-willed fear that saw threats in allies and let power slip through trembling fingers. The noise swelled, folding in on itself, growing larger than the sum of its parts. It was no longer sound; it was weight, crushing down on me, sinking into the marrow of my bones, pressing into hollow spaces of my mind. It tangled with my thoughts, wrapped around them like a vice until I couldn't tell where the shouting stopped and where my mind began. The wall bore the marks of time, not in cracks or stains, but in etchings of survival - a tally of days carved with a dagger. At first, I had carved them close together, expecting to leave before the space ran out. But as the marks stretched, as the numbers climbed, the gaps between each tally mark grew wider, as if denial could be traced in spacing. I ran my fingers over the final mark, the last one I was allowed. I focused on the way the air felt when no one else was breathing it. The visa was not an empty threat, nor an arbitrary limit designed to keep me playing - it was a fuse reminder that time did not stop simply because I had.