Do guys think niragi saved up money to give to Chishiya for explicit videos or did chishiya just randomly send a video (explicit) but for Niragis bday and Niragi had a really happy bday
8-9 yrs old Hana somehows goes jnto the borderlands but like in the past borderlands where Niragi n Chishiya were at the beach and idk how she gets to the beach but I have around 3 scenario:
She's found by Aguni or Hatter or an adult at the beach that actually wpuld do this and care for a kid and be brought to the beach cuz I think Aguni wpuld feel miserable if he didn't save that little girl
She stumbles across 6 of Spades and finds Chishiya and just clings to him cuz thats her dad even if Chishiya is of course VERY confused
She just stumbles across the beach herself somehow
but I think i might like the 2 scenario the most + Aguni also finding her and sees how she clings to Chishiya so they bring her to the beach. So then shes very clingy towards chishiya and Hana is in his arms when Niragis comes and asks abt Hana like "lol chishiya since when did you have a kid" and then Hana is like "PAPA" and then Niragi also gets startled and gets dragged into this mess of Hana either clinging to Chishiya or Niragi not even leaving their side when at a meeting
Bunch of yapping hope you understand something 😢😢🫰
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for @urumisbeloved, bordeland time-slip Hana, Beach era
The Six of Spades game ended with the usual screaming.
The ship ride slowed, lasers finished their work, the survivors staggered off bleeding and panting. Chishiya watched from the upper level of the abandoned amusement park, elbows on the rusted rail, hoodie up against the stale wind. He had not played. There was no point wasting a life on a gun game when he could stand outside the blast radius and let other people thin themselves out.
Niragi dropped from the ride platform with his rifle slung over his shoulder, laughing too loud, smoke still curling from the barrel. Aguni followed, jaw tight, eyes scanning the corpses with the distracted precision of a man who had seen too many already.
Business as usual.
Then a small voice broke through the echo of the system announcement.
"Papa?"
Chishiya almost ignored it. Borderland liked tricks. Voices in the dark, shapes at the edge of the vision. He had seen people follow those and get their heads taken clean off.
The voice came again. High, bewildered.
"Papa!"
This time it came from ground level, not the shadows. Near the back of the mangled spectators' area.
Chishiya pushed off the railing and went down the stairs, curiosity winning out over caution. Below, the survivors were already drifting toward the out gate, dazed and overstimulated. Niragi's laughter spiked as he told someone to stop crying or he'd given them a real reason.
Nobody else seemed to have heard the kid.
Chishiya moved past a toppled trash can, stepped over a smear of blood, and saw her.
Small. Too small. Eight, maybe nine, in a T-shirt and shorts, knees scraped, hair sticking to her face. She had one hand fisted in the ear of a battered stuffed black cat and the other shielding her eyes from the harsh emergency lights as she turned in a slow circle.
When she saw him, she stopped.
For a moment she just stared. Taking him in. White hoodie, loose joggers, hair a mess under the hood, hands in his pockets again out of reflex.
Then she ran straight at him.
Chishiya stiffened. She hit his legs like a soft missile, arms locking around his waist, face mashing into his hoodie.
Found him. Relief hit her body all at once, it went loose against him, like she'd been holding herself rigid this whole time.
"Papa," she said into his stomach, like that settled it.
Chishiya looked down at the top of her head. At the tight white knuckles in his sweatshirt. At the ridiculous little cat doll mashed between them.
He did not, strictly speaking, have the skillset for this.
His hands hovered stupidly for a second, unsure what to do. Then one of them settled on her shoulder. Careful. Like she might be a bomb.
"You have the wrong person," he said.
She shook her head against him. "No."
"Interesting," he murmered.
Up close, there were details he couldn't ignore. The set of her jaw. The shape of her eyes. Not like his. Not like anyone he knew. But there was something faintly familiar about the whole picture, a ghost of recognition that made the back of his neck feel strange.
Aguni's shadow fell over them a heartbeat later.
"Kid?" His voice snapped like a command. The way it always did when he thought there might be an ambush. "Where did she come from?"
That was the question.
Chishiya gave a small shrug, one hand still resting on the girl's shoulder. "She called me Papa and attached herself. You tell me."
Aguni's mouth tightened. He scanned the empty bleachers, the dark corners. No parents, no other children, no convenient explanation. Just a little girl clinging to an executive's hoodie while the smell of blood still hung in the air.
His hand flexed around the grip of his gun.
"Whose is she?" He raised his voice. "Anyone missing a kid?"
The few survivors still close enough to hear flinched and shook their heads. One of them looked at the girl with naked pity. None of them stepped forward.
The girl turned her head, eyes flicking between Aguni and the bodies on the ground. She pressed closer to Chishiya. The stuffed cat dug into his ribs.
Aguni noticed that, too. How she tucked herself in, how she did not seem inclined to let go.
Something in his expression shifted. Barely. An old, buried guilt flickering behind his eyes.
"Great," Niragi's voice cut in from somewhere to their right. "We pick up strays now? Give her a visa and a rifle, toss her in the next game, problem solved."
He strolled over, blood on his hands, hair a mess from the ride. The long barrel of his rifle rested lazy across his shoulders.
The girl caught sight of him and froze.
For a split second she looked like a picture Chishiya had seen once. Wide-eyed, small, faced with something too big and too loud.
Then recognition flashed there instead. Disbelief. Hope.
Her grip on Chishiya's hoodie tightened.
"Dad?" she whispered.
Niragi stopped mid-step.
It was almost funny, how fast he went still. How the smirk dropped off his face. He stared at her as if she'd grown a second head.
Chishiya watched him. The stunned blink, the laugh that tried to ramp up and died in his throat.
"Uh," Niragi said. "The fuck?"
The girl didn't give him time to answer his own question. She let go of Chishiya long enough to lunge at Niragi, arms wrapping around his middle with the same desperate force she'd used on Chishiya.
The rifle wobbled, Niragi grabbed it with a startled curse to keep it from tipping.
"Dad," she said, muffled against his shirt. "You're not burned. You're—"
She cut herself off, catching the word too late, but it hung there anyway.
Burned.
Niragi's fingers spasmed around the rifle. His eyes flicked down to her, then back up to Chishiya, then over to Aguni.
Nobody had an answer for him.
Aguni exhaled through his nose, the decision landing in his shoulders. "Leaving her out here isn't an option."
"Why not?" Niragi shot back, reflexively mean. "This place eats adults. Kids got no chance."
"Exactly." The weight in Aguni's voice shut Niragi up faster than a gunshot. "We take her back to the Beach. Figure it out there."
The girl didn't look up. She was still pressed into Niragi's stomach like she'd been trying to hug the breath back into his lungs.
Chishiya tilted his head. "The Beach isn't a daycare."
"You object, you can stay with her out here," Aguni said.
Chishiya did not object.
On the walk back, the girl refused to let go of either of them. She clung to Niragi's hand with one small grip and to Chishiya's with the other, shuffling between them like some short-legged tether.
Every time a laser cracked somewhere in the distance she flinched and squeezed harder.
Her name, she finally provided, under Aguni's quiet prodding, was Hana.
Of course it was.
At the Beach, Hatter reacted exactly the way Chishiya had expected.
"A child," Hatter said, delighted and horrified in equal measure. "In this world. It's a sign. Proof of innocence, of hope, of—"
"It's a problem," Chishiya cut in. "One stray bullet and your symbol's on the floor."
Hatter waved a hand dismissively. "We'll keep her safe. The executives can... rotate coverage. Think of the morale. A reminder of the world we left behind."
Reminders were the last thing most of them needed.
Hana had no idea she was being discussed like logistics. She sat on the arm of a couch in the executive lounge, legs too short to reach the floor, stuffed cat in her lap. Her eyes tracked every movement Chishiya made, like he was some kind of anchor. Every time someone else came too close she edged away until her knee bumped his.
He stayed seated for that reason alone.
"You comfortable?" he asked at one point, voice mild.
"Mm-hm." She leaned against his side, head resting just above his hip. Close enough that he could have counted her eyelashes if he'd wanted to. "You smell right."
That was an interesting statement to unpack.
"Since when did you have a kid," Niragi said for the third time, sprawled in the armchair across from them with his boots on the table. The confusion hadn't worn off. It just sat under his skin now, twitchy, making his usual sharpness come out at odd angles. "Pretty boy out here keeping secrets from us."
"I had no idea," Chishiya said. It was technically true. "Apparently I'm very busy in the future."
Hana huffed a laugh against his hoodie. "You're always busy," she said, like this was a running joke between them. "Papa works too much."
Aguni's gaze flicked between them, thoughtful. Hatter was already talking about card collection rates and how a mascot might bump compliance.
Niragi stared at Hana. At the way she said Papa without hesitation. At the casual little way she leaned against Chishiya like she'd done it a thousand times.
He could have made a crack about Chishiya being irresponsible, about not using protection, about beach babies. The usual.
He didn't.
Instead he slouched deeper in his chair, rifle laid across his lap. His hand hovered a little too close to the grip. Every time someone passed the lounge door and did a double-take at the sight of the kid, Niragi's finger twitched.
Later, when Hatter called an executive meeting in the smaller conference room to talk about traitors and card strategy, Hana refused to stay behind.
The supposedly safe guest room they'd cleared for her, fresh sheets, spare stuffed animals scavenged from the city, some half-functioning fairy lights Hatter thought kids liked, held her for all of five minutes.
Then she appeared in the doorway of the conference room, dragging her cat by the ear, looking unimpressed.
"I told you to stay," Aguni said.
"You're all here," Hana said, which apparently solved that problem in her mind. She walked straight over to Chishiya, climbed into his lap uninvited, and tucked herself under his arm.
He adjusted around her automatically. There was a faint surprised murmur from the other executives.
"She can't be here for this," someone objected. "We're talking about executions, about—"
"She can't be alone," Hana cut in, not bothering to look at them. Her focus stayed fixed on the table, on the cards Hatter had spread out as a visual aid. "Alone is worse."
There was something about the way she said it that shut most of them up.
Chishiya felt Niragi's eyes on him from across the table. When he glanced up, Niragi was watching Hana, not him, rifle point aimed casually at the floor.
"Kid's got a point," Niragi said. "Place is full of creeps. She's safer here."
"Since when do you care about safe," Mira asked, amused.
"Since we brought a child to the Beach," he snapped back, sharper than he seemed to intend.
The meeting went on. Discussions of game assignments, of patrol routes, of what to do about Arisu. Through it all, Hana stayed curled against Chishiya's chest, eyes half-lidded. When someone raised their voice she flinched, then settled again when Chishiya's hand came up, almost on its own, to smooth down her hair.
He caught himself doing it and paused.
She made a small content noise, like a cat being petted, and relaxed more fully against him.
Too easy. She trusted too easily.
She should not have been able to recognise either of them. Not here. Not now. Not when every version of them she had would have to be older, different, altered by years that hadn't happened yet.
Unless they would. Unless the line between whatever world she came from and this one was thinner than he liked.
Niragi's chair scraped quietly. He had abandoned his slouch at some point and was sitting forward. elbows on his knees, rifle leaning against the table within arm's reach. His gaze skimmed the room, checking every corner, every doorway, every hand on a gun.
Every time someone moved too fast, his jaw tightened.
When Hana finally dozed off for real, head tipping against Chishiya's chest, the room quieted a fraction.
"She tired?" Niragi asked, low enough that it wasn't really for the whole table.
"Apparently." Chishiya shifted, careful not to jostle her. "The commute was rough."
Niragi's mouth twitched despite himself. "You think this is real."
"If it isn't," Chishiya said, "it's a very elaborate hallucination we're both having at the same time."
"Could be a game."
"It is a game. That's the problem." He looked down at the girl. At Hana. At the hand she had curled in his hoodie as if she could anchor herself that way.
"'You're not burned,'" Niragi said under his breath. He still hadn't quite gotten past that. He touched his unscarred cheek, like he could feel heat ghosting under the skin.
Chishiya said nothing.
They finished the meeting. Cards were slotted back into their case. People filed out in small, nervous groups.
When it was just the three of them and Aguni, the room felt strangely small.
Hana stirred in his lap, blinked herself awake, and squinted at the harsh overhead light.
"Meeting's over," Niragi told her. "You snored through the good parts."
"I don't snore," she said, affronted.
"Yeah, you do. Like a tiny chainsaw."
She made a face at him. It was weirdly familiar, like a smaller, softer version of the way Chishiya expressed annoyance.
Aguni rubbed a hand over his face. "She stays with one of you," he said. "At least for now. Less confusion. Less... opportunity."
He meant less chance someone unhinged decided a kid was a liability and tried to make that the Beach's problem.
Niragi's mouth opened, some automatic protest ready.
Hana solved the question for them by twisting in Chishiya's lap and lifting her arms toward Niragi.
"Up," she said.
There was no reason for him to obey. No logical one, anyway.
He did.
She settled against his chest like she'd always fit there, legs wrapping around his middle, arms hooked around his neck. The rifle got awkward, he shifted it out of the way without even thinking, leaning it against the wall instead of keeping it on him.
Her small weight pressed against an old, hollow place inside his ribs in a way that made him feel half-sick.
"This doesn't mean anything," he said, mostly for himself.
"Of course not," Chishiya said, watching him with that too-sharp gaze. "You can put her down any time you like."
The way Niragi's arms tightened made than an obvious lie.
Hana rested her head on his shoulder, facing Chishiya, eyes already slipping closed again.
"You're coming too," she mumbled. "Don't go too far."
"Yeah, well." Niragi jerked his chin toward the door. "If this is some time-travel bullshit, I'm not explaining to future me why you let her out of your sight."
Chishiya stood, hands sliding into his pockets out of habit. "Good thing you're on watch, then."
transmasc chishiya and niragi putting his head on chishiyas chest and saying hes using his big head to squish chishiyas boobs into disappearing . Yeah. I cant tell if im doing this right ok is this an ok hc I cant tell 😥😥😥
I kinda want to make a fic but my oc eith nirashiya yes? Like niragi making chishiya jealous my seeming super close to my oc (Himari aka niragis bff<3) and like all that ok
Btw guys if I dont draw your requests it might be bc im very busy with school cuz its like finals weeks of school and I have like my banquet and exams ok im so cooked bit ILL LOCK IN AND WHEN IM FINISHED ILL DRAW OK TRUST 🤞🤞✌️also i wont be online i think unless my chud ass is reading and liking some nirashiya fics
I kinda want to make a fic but my oc eith nirashiya yes? Like niragi making chishiya jealous my seeming super close to my oc (Himari aka niragis bff<3) and like all that ok
Car ride with also norashoya in the back and niragi leaning on chishiya cuz hes car sick🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔 guys someone make a fic please ok tag me if you do this ok,,, carsick nirashiya yey 🫰🫰
Im very tired and sad im close to doing my exams but i dont know how i can get a good grade to get into a good school, because Im scared of going to the lower grade school where theres a lot of mean girls,, I really cant take this anymore i just want to end it so bad, im so tired, my phone is the only thinking keeping me sane dare I say but ik its really unhealthy, and it doesn't help that many ppl in my country are homophobic and judgemental so its hard making friends for me,,
Mmmm aib monster/mythical creature thingy au yey umm thinking thinking its hard to kinda figure out what monster would fit what character
Niragi would be a werewolf or something scary like that, I was thinking of making chishiya a vampire but lwk it doesn't fit him so im thinking of making him a 4tail fox? Cuz some are devious?? I think ill stick with hatter being a medusa (cuz he got glasses our whatever cuz when someone tries to steal the cards he just pops down his glasses and stones them)
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