#mira alice in borderland

[xuzuul]

[mythpilled]

yk that chess meme with one person eating the pawns? arisu and mira! with mira eating them ofc and arisu is losing his mind

I LOVED THAT IDEA SO MUCH OMGG

[revinluver]

matching moodboard things, kuzumira implied

[ghostlynightpanda]

Hii, just read your AIB reacts to revealing outfit? And it was so we’ll written, so I wanted to ask if you could write something with Mira, she’s my fav (along with Ann) but no one writes about her😭 if you’re comfortable writing something steamy, I would not objectify 😫🙏

Mwah <3

Queen's Temptation

English is not my first language, so if you find mistakes, feel free to contact me!

Synopsis: As soon as you step out in a revealing bikini, Mira effortlessly initiates a game of power between you.

warnings/content: Mira x fem!reader, fluff, suggestive, 2.581 words

The sun hung low in the sky, sending warm hues of orange and gold across the endless horizon. The air was thick with the lingering heat of the afternoon, the kind that clung to your skin like an invisible touch. A faint breeze blew through the palm trees, rustling their leaves in a slow, hypnotic rhythm. The sound of water lapping against the edges of the infinity pool was the only sign of movement in the eerily quiet resort.

Mira had claimed this place for herself, turning it into her personal oasis—a sanctuary untouched by the chaos of the Borderlands. Unlike the brutal arenas where life and death were constantly at play, here, time seemed to stretch endlessly, bending to her will. It was beautiful and surreal, much like the woman who ruled over it.

She was lounging by the pool, draped across a cushioned chaise, legs crossed elegantly at the ankles. A delicate martini glass twirled lazily between her fingers, its contents shimmering under the fading sunlight. She looked completely at ease, like a queen surveying her domain, but her sharp eyes never missed a thing.

And right now, they were watching you.

You stood at the edge of the deck, letting Mira's gaze linger as you adjusted the straps of your swimsuit—a barely-there bikini that left little to the imagination. The cool evening air ghosted over your exposed skin, but it wasn't the breeze that sent a shiver down your spine. It was the way Mira looked at you.

Slow. Calculating. Amused.

She didn't speak right away, simply tilted her head, studying you like you were a puzzle she was about to solve. The corner of her lips curled into that signature smirk—equal parts charming and dangerous.

Finally, she took a slow sip from her glass before setting it aside with deliberate grace. "Well," she murmured, her voice as smooth as silk, "aren't you a sight to behold?"

Your pulse quickened, but you didn't let it show. Instead, you smirked, stepping closer, deliberately letting your hips sway with each movement. "Too much?" you asked, feigning innocence.

Mira's gaze dragged over your form, unhurried and full of knowing. "That depends," she mused, tapping a manicured nail against the rim of her glass. "Were you hoping to distract me… or to tempt me?"

The air between you crackled with something electric, something dangerous.

You took another step forward, your confidence a challenge. "And if I said both?"

Mira chuckled, low and velvety, her eyes gleaming with amusement—and something else. Something darker.

"My, my… now that," she purred, "would be very interesting."

The moment stretched between you, thick with something unspoken. The faint sound of water lapping at the edges of the pool barely registered over the slow, deliberate thrum of your pulse. Mira's gaze lingered, unhurried and calculating, drinking in every inch of your exposed skin.

You felt the weight of her attention like a physical touch—tracing over the curve of your waist, the delicate dip of your collarbone, the way the thin straps of your bikini barely clung to your shoulders. Her smirk deepened, her amusement clear, but there was something else beneath it. Something dangerous.

And that was what thrilled you most.

"You seem confident," Mira mused, her voice smooth as silk, her eyes glinting like a predator toying with its prey.

You took another step forward, your bare feet brushing against the stone deck. "Should I not be?" you challenged, tilting your head just enough to feign innocence.

Mira let out a soft chuckle, a sound that sent a delicious shiver down your spine. She didn't answer right away. Instead, she reached for her cocktail again, lifting it to her lips, taking her time as she sipped. It was infuriatingly slow.

When she finally lowered the glass, she leaned forward, elbows resting on her knees, her sharp gaze locking onto yours. "Oh, I adore your confidence," she murmured, her voice a quiet purr. "But I do wonder…" Her fingers traced the rim of her glass idly. "Are you always this bold, or is it just for me?"

Your breath caught for just a second before you smirked, refusing to let her unravel you so easily. "Wouldn't you like to find out?"

Mira hummed, setting her drink aside. "Oh, I intend to."

And then, she moved.

She stood with the kind of fluid grace that sent your heart into your throat, her presence suddenly much closer, much more dangerous. You barely had time to react before her fingers ghosted along the strap of your bikini, her touch featherlight yet burning.

Her gaze flickered to yours, waiting—watching. The heat of her body, so close yet not quite touching, sent your senses into overdrive.

"You enjoy being watched, don't you?" she murmured, tracing a slow path along your exposed shoulder, her nails barely skimming your skin. "The way you walked out here, knowing I was watching…" Her hand drifted lower, fingertips brushing along your waist, teasing, testing.

Your breath hitched, but you refused to look away. "Maybe I just like it when you watch."

That earned you a slow, wicked smile. Mira leaned in, her breath warm against your cheek, her lips just barely brushing your skin. "Flatterer."

And then, just as you steadied yourself, her fingers ghosted downward—skimming over the front of your bikini top, the barest, most teasing touch. Not enough to give you what you wanted, but just enough to send a jolt of heat straight through you.

Your breath stuttered, and Mira caught it, her smirk deepening as she dragged her fingers away, as if she hadn't just unraveled you with a single, calculated move.

She leaned in closer, her lips hovering just near your ear as she whispered, "I wonder… if I touched you again, would you still be so bold?"

Your pulse pounded. The air between you crackled with electricity, the game shifting into something far more dangerous.

You could feel it—the power she wielded, the way she played with control, savoring every reaction she drew from you. And yet, despite the way she teased, it was clear: she was waiting. Waiting to see if you would break first.

A challenge.

And you had never been one to back down.

The world around you seemed to fade—just the soft ripple of water, the distant hum of the wind. Everything else was drowned out by the sheer weight of Mira's presence.

Her fingers still toyed with the knot of your bikini, her touch featherlight, maddeningly slow. A silent question lingered in the air between you, one that made your pulse hammer against your ribs.

Would you break first?

Mira's lips curled, sensing your hesitation, the slightest flicker of vulnerability in your resolve. "You were so bold a moment ago," she murmured, tilting her head as if studying a fascinating puzzle. "And yet now…" Her fingers trailed up from your hip, grazing the curve of your waist, her touch impossibly soft. "Now you seem to be trembling."

You sucked in a quiet breath. "Maybe I'm just excited."

Mira chuckled at that—low, velvety, utterly delighted. "Excited?" she echoed, her fingers grazing higher, the tips of her nails barely skimming along your ribs, teasing. "Or nervous?"

You forced yourself to hold her gaze, refusing to let her unravel you so easily. "Wouldn't you like to find out?"

That earned you a slow, dangerous smirk. "Oh, I already know," she murmured.

And then, she moved closer—so close that her lips hovered just inches from yours, her breath warm against your skin.

The distance between you was almost unbearable.

Your body screamed for more, but she refused to give in so easily. Instead, she dragged this moment out, savoring your reactions like the skilled manipulator she was.

Her fingers brushed along the underside of your jaw, tilting your chin up ever so slightly. "I wonder…" she mused, her voice barely above a whisper, "would you still be this brave if there was no one around to admire you?"

The words sent a thrill down your spine.

A test.

A challenge wrapped in honeyed words and an intoxicating touch.

You swallowed hard, knowing full well that if you let her continue to lead this game, you'd end up completely at her mercy.

And yet…

Your hand moved before you could think, fingers wrapping around her wrist, stopping her teasing touch. A flicker of surprise crossed Mira's expression—just for a split second—before amusement returned, deeper this time, darker.

You leaned in, letting your lips hover just close enough that you could feel the warmth of hers. "And if I said yes?" you murmured, voice steady despite the rapid beat of your heart.

Mira's eyes darkened, her smirk curling at the edges. "Then I suppose," she whispered, "we'll have to put that to the test."

Then, without warning, she closed the final inch between you.

Her lips pressed against yours—slow at first, teasing, savoring the moment she had built so masterfully. Then, as if tasting your hesitation she dared you to fall deeper, deepening the kiss.

It was intoxicating.

Mira kissed like she played chess—strategically, knowing exactly where to push, when to hold back, when to let you think you had control before effortlessly taking it back.

Her fingers tangled in your hair, nails lightly scraping against your scalp, drawing a quiet gasp from you. That sound seemed to satisfy her, because she pulled you closer, her body pressing against yours, claiming you as thoroughly as she did everything else in her world.

The game of power had begun.

And you weren't sure if you wanted to win… or surrender completely.

Mira's lips moved against yours with a deliberate slowness, as if savoring the moment, drawing out your anticipation like a cat toying with a mouse. 

You could feel the smirk on her lips as she deepened the kiss, her fingers tangling in your hair, keeping you close but never quite giving you enough. Every brush of her lips, every teasing scrape of her nails down your spine, sent a fresh wave of heat curling through you.

It was maddening. And yet, despite the burning need pooling in your stomach, she was still in control. Still playing with you, dragging this out like she had all the time in the world.

You weren't sure if you could take it anymore.

A frustrated sound slipped from your lips, and that seemed to amuse her. Mira pulled back just enough to break the kiss, her lips barely an inch from yours. Her breath was warm against your skin, her eyes gleaming with that same wicked amusement.

"My, my…" she murmured, tilting her head. "Are you already this desperate?"

You exhaled sharply, your body buzzing with tension. "You're infuriating."

Mira chuckled, her fingers still tangled in your hair, keeping you right where she wanted you. "And yet, you're still here."

Her other hand trailed along your bare waist, fingers featherlight, teasing. Then, without warning, she hooked a single finger under the strap of your bikini, sliding it just enough to make your breath hitch. Not enough to remove it—just enough to remind you how easily she could.

The game was shifting.

You could feel the shift in your own body, the growing ache of wanting more, the slow unraveling of restraint. And Mira? She knew it. She could feel it.

Her fingers traced slow circles on your hip, her lips barely grazing the edge of your jaw as she whispered, "Tell me… do you want me to stop?"

It was a question that wasn't really a question. A taunt wrapped in honeyed words, daring you to admit what you both already knew.

Your fingers curled against her wrist, but instead of pushing her away, you pulled her closer. "No," you murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

Mira smiled against your skin. "Good."

And then, the final thread of restraint snapped.

She kissed you again, harder this time, no longer teasing—claiming. Her grip on you tightened, fingers pressing into your skin, her body pressing against yours as the last remnants of hesitation melted away.

You didn't just surrender to her—you crashed into her, your hands gripping her waist, your body pressing back just as fiercely. A soft, pleased hum escaped her, as if delighted by your eagerness, by the way you finally gave in to the inevitable.

The cool night air was a stark contrast to the fire burning between you. The distant sound of the water, the rustling of the palm trees—all of it faded into nothing as Mira backed you toward the edge of the pool, her lips never leaving yours.

Then, with a playful smirk against your lips, she whispered, "Let's see just how bold you really are."

And with that, she gave you a gentle but decisive push.

The last thing you saw was her wicked smile before you hit the water.

The water swallowed you in an instant, cool and shocking against your heated skin. You surfaced with a gasp, pushing wet hair from your face as you blinked up at the source of your downfall.

Mira stood at the edge of the pool, watching you with a satisfied smirk, her arms crossed loosely over her chest. The warm glow of the pool lights cast a golden shimmer over her form, making her look even more ethereal, almost untouchable—except you had touched her. Had felt the heat of her lips, the weight of her body pressed against yours.

And she had pushed you in like it was nothing.

You let out a breathless laugh, half amused, half frustrated. "Seriously?"

Mira tilted her head, feigning innocence. "Oh? I thought you wanted to cool off."

The absolute nerve.

You swam closer to the edge, resting your arms on the ledge as you met her gaze. "You really don't like losing control, do you?"

Mira's smirk deepened. "On the contrary," she mused, crouching down so your faces were level. "I quite enjoy watching you lose it."

Your fingers curled against the ledge, heart still pounding from the kiss, from the way she had unraveled you so effortlessly. The way she still had you wrapped around her little finger.

She reached out, brushing a few wet strands of hair from your face, her touch maddeningly soft compared to the way she had claimed you moments ago. "You're quite the sight like this," she murmured. "Drenched, breathless… utterly undone."

Your breath hitched, but you refused to let her win so easily. "You do realize you're still within reach, right?"

Mira raised a brow, amused. "Oh?"

Before she could react, your hands gripped the edge tightly—and with one swift motion, you surged up and grabbed her wrist, yanking her into the pool with you.

There was a sharp gasp, followed by a loud splash as Mira hit the water.

When she surfaced, her silver hair clinging to her face, lips parted in surprise, you couldn't help but grin. "Now you look undone."

For a moment, she was completely still, just blinking at you through wet lashes. Then, a slow, wicked grin spread across her lips.

"Oh, my dear," she purred, pushing her hair back with a flick of her wrist. "You really shouldn't have done that."

A thrill shot down your spine.

Because the look in her eyes? That was the look of someone who had just decided to get even.

The game wasn't over.

Not even close.

Masterlist

[editfandom]

ALICE IN BORDERLAND, S02E08 | Riisa Naka as Mira Kano

[finch-like-the-bird]

Would anyone back me up if I headcanon Mira as autistic

I relate to her so bad with her fascination of how humans act and how their minds work and her wide eyes and exaggerated expressions and setting up elaborate lies to see how ppl react and and and-

She's so me guys I swear

[yuzuhei]

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ Mira Kano Moodboard ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖

[could-they-be-a-pro-wrestler]

How successful would Mira Kano aka the Queen of Hearts…

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[brokenloverr24]

#they'd stare at each other with disapproval

You're not hiding that in the tags babes

a psychological battle i’d pay to see

[ritzy-burg]

[mythpilled]

For the art requests... maybe Mira wielding a comically large mallet? :>

TYSM FOR THE REQUEST‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

[revinluver]

♥️♦️ kuzumira moodboard,, 🃏

[ghostlynightpanda]

Can you write more with Mira kano from Aib, maybe something where she’s jealous and acts a bit insane and possessive of us, because she loves us 😅

The Game of Hearts

English is not my first language, so if you find mistakes, feel free to contact me!

Synopsis: Trapped in the Borderlands, you find yourself the object of Mira’s obsessive love—her jealousy twisting into madness as she isolates you from everyone else.

warnings/content: Mira x fem!reader, toxic and dark relationship, 4.079 words

You had never imagined you'd find yourself here—trapped in a strange, deadly world where only the strong survived. The Borderlands were nothing like you could have ever imagined. The games were merciless, and the rules were simple: survive or die. Each step forward felt like it could be your last, but you had learned to adapt. Strength, wit, and a bit of luck had kept you alive so far, though you knew that could change at any moment.

The first time you noticed her, Mira, she seemed almost too perfect for this twisted world. With her striking beauty, effortless grace, and that air of mystery surrounding her, she didn't seem to belong here, yet somehow she fit. She moved through the chaos like a shadow, leaving behind a trail of whispers. She wasn't like the others—she didn't seem to fear the game. It almost seemed as if she controlled it.

You had brushed her off at first. What could someone like her want with someone like you? But she had taken an interest in you, almost immediately. At first, it was subtle: a kind word here, a protective glance there. You had seen the way she smiled when she caught your eye, how her gaze lingered a little longer than normal. It was flattering, in a way. Everyone in this world seemed to be fighting for survival, but Mira... she acted as if she were above it all, above the madness, above the violence.

You didn't think much of it, but as time went on, her presence began to grow harder to ignore.

It wasn't just her beauty that drew you in—it was the way she spoke to you, the way she made you feel like the only person in the room when she turned her attention to you. She knew how to make you feel special. Like you mattered. And in a place like this, that was a rare feeling. But, over time, the compliments, the protection, the attention—they started to feel different. Off. Like a thread that was starting to unravel.

The first sign came one night when you were speaking to another player—a man you had become friends with. It was nothing romantic; you were merely discussing strategy for the next game. But when Mira saw the two of you talking, her face shifted from the calm, serene expression you were used to, into something darker, something almost... possessive.

You hadn't thought much of it at the time. But that look, that subtle flash of something feral in her eyes, stayed with you. It lingered. And the next time you crossed paths with her, she seemed... different.

The mask she wore—a facade of sweetness and charm—was starting to slip, revealing something deeper. Something more dangerous.

"Mira, is everything okay?" you asked one evening as you spotted her standing by herself, gazing out over the horizon. There was a distant look in her eyes, something unsettling.

She smiled, but it wasn't the smile you were used to. It was colder. Calculated. "Oh, darling," she purred, stepping closer, "everything's fine. I just can't help but wonder... where your attention is going lately. You've been so... distracted."

Her words felt like a soft caress, but they held a weight, a hint of something sharp beneath the surface. You had no idea just how deep that weight went, how it would start to consume both you and her in ways you never could have imagined.

And so began the strange, dangerous connection between you and Mira. A connection that would test your very will to survive—and perhaps even your sanity.

At first, it was easy to ignore. The subtle shifts in her behavior—an extra moment of lingering eye contact, the way her smile would tighten when you spoke to other players—could be chalked up to the stress of the games. After all, everyone was on edge, trying to survive. But over time, you began to notice patterns.

It was the little things.

When you spoke to anyone, Mira would show up seemingly out of nowhere. Her presence was like a shadow creeping in at the edges of the conversation. She'd slip into the background, but her gaze was always on you, watching, waiting. And when the conversation ended, she'd find an excuse to pull you away, her hand brushing your arm just a little too closely, her fingers lingering longer than they should have.

"Darling, I need you for something," she'd say, her voice soft and sweet, but there was a sharpness hidden beneath the surface. "You're not planning on spending your time with them, are you?" 

You would try to brush it off, telling yourself it was nothing. After all, it was hard to imagine someone like Mira—beautiful, captivating, and untouchable—could actually feel threatened by anyone. Yet, her actions became harder to ignore as days passed.

One evening, after another brutal game, you were sitting near the edge of the rooftop, catching your breath. The adrenaline was still coursing through your veins, but it was the quiet, the stillness, that allowed your thoughts to settle. 

That's when he appeared—Kazuo, a fellow player you had started to trust. He was older, calm in the face of danger, and had been offering advice on surviving the games. You hadn't realized how much his words had meant to you until now.

You didn't even see Mira coming, but you felt her presence before you saw her—an overwhelming wave of tension that seemed to fill the air.

Kazuo was talking when Mira approached, her heels clicking sharply against the concrete as she strode toward you. Her gaze locked onto him first, and you could see the slight tension in her jaw. Her smile was gone, replaced by a cool mask of politeness.

"Isn't it a bit late for a chat?" Mira's voice was soft, but the edge to it made you freeze. "I thought you'd want to rest before the next game."

Kazuo glanced at you, then back at Mira, sensing the shift in the air. He gave a polite nod. "You're right. We should all rest. Tomorrow's another day."

He made his exit, a quick one, and as soon as he was out of sight, Mira's gaze turned back to you, her eyes colder than you'd ever seen them before.

"Are you really that interested in him?" she asked, her voice smooth, but the way her lips curled upward suggested something darker. "Or is there something else going on that I don't know about?"

You blinked, taken aback. "What are you talking about?"

Mira stepped closer, her eyes never leaving yours. She reached out and gently traced the curve of your cheek with a finger, as if examining you, her touch too soft and too deliberate to be casual.

"I'm just... curious," she said, voice turning sickly sweet. "Why are you always so friendly with them? Always so trusting? Don't you see? They'll only use you. None of them are worth your time. Not like me."

The words hung in the air like poison, slowly sinking into your mind. You tried to brush it off with a laugh, but there was a cold pit forming in your stomach. It wasn't just concern anymore—it was something else. She seemed dangerous.

Mira's hand dropped from your face and slid down to your wrist, gripping it a little too tightly. "You don't need them," she whispered, her voice low, almost seductive. "You need me. You belong to me."

You yanked your wrist free, heart pounding. The warmth of her touch still lingered, but now it felt suffocating, like chains were wrapping around you. Mira blinked, her expression unreadable for a moment, before she flashed a smile so sweet that it almost hurt. "Don't worry, darling. I'll make sure no one takes you from me."

From that moment on, Mira's jealousy became impossible to ignore. It wasn't just the way she subtly took control of your every movement, guiding you away from other players, keeping you close. It was the way she would watch you, always watching, her gaze never straying too far. When you spoke to someone else, especially if there was any physical closeness, she'd appear like a shadow, her smile now a twisted, hollow version of its former charm.

The next day, during another game, you found yourself cornered in an alley. Mira was there, of course, her eyes dark with a possessiveness you hadn't seen before. "Where were you last night?" she asked, the sweetness in her voice nearly sending a chill down your spine. "I was looking for you. You weren't with me."

You tried to ignore the rising panic inside you. "I was just talking to some other players. We were strategizing—"

Her hand shot out, gripping your arm tightly. "Don't lie to me," she whispered fiercely, pulling you closer. "I don't want you near them. Not ever again."

Her breath was hot against your ear, and for a brief, terrifying moment, you could feel her body pressing against yours. She was close—too close. The insanity in her eyes was unmistakable now, her hold on you tightening, as if she was afraid that someone would steal you away.

"You belong to me, and I won't let anyone take you from me, do you understand?" she hissed.

You could only nod, your throat tight with fear. The words were sweet, but there was nothing loving in them. Only ownership. Only control.

And for the first time, you realized the depth of Mira's obsession.

The tension between you and Mira had become unbearable. Every time you spoke to someone else, it felt like she was there, lurking in the background, her eyes burning a hole in you. The constant pressure of her watchful gaze was starting to suffocate you, but you couldn't escape. You tried to distance yourself, tried to keep interactions with others to a minimum, but it wasn't enough. Mira was always just a step behind, her presence looming over you like a storm cloud.

And then, it happened.

You had spent some time talking to a new player, Yuto, someone you'd met only a few days before. He was quiet, but kind, offering you a little bit of relief from the chaos of the Borderland. You found yourself enjoying his company, laughing at jokes that, in the outside world, might have seemed trivial, but in this place, they felt like life itself.

It was innocent. It was harmless.

But not to Mira.

You were sitting in a corner of a dilapidated building, Yuto and you talking over some water when you saw Mira. She was standing in the doorway, watching you both, her gaze fixed on you like a predator locking onto its prey. The way her lips curled into a smile was nothing like the ones she gave you before. It was different—it was terrifying.

Before you could say anything, Mira approached, her heels clicking sharply against the cracked floor. She moved slowly, deliberately, as though savoring every moment. Her eyes flicked between you and Yuto, the hint of a smirk tugging at her lips.

"I see you've found someone else to talk to," she said, her voice smooth, but the undertone was chilling. She leaned in close, her breath hot against your ear, her fingers brushing against your arm. "You know, it's so hard to keep track of you, darling. I can't help but wonder... why you need anyone else. Why him?"

Yuto, sensing the shift in the air, stood up, instinctively putting some space between the two of you. He looked between Mira and you, his expression uneasy. "I—I didn't mean to intrude," he stammered. "I'll just go."

But Mira wasn't having it.

"No," she purred, her voice dripping with malice. "You're not going anywhere."

With a speed that made you freeze in shock, Mira's hand shot out, gripping Yuto's wrist tightly, her nails digging into his skin. His face contorted in pain, but he didn't pull away, unsure of how to react.

"Mira!" you exclaimed, stepping forward, trying to intervene. "Let him go. What are you doing?"

She didn't respond at first, her gaze now fixated on Yuto with an intensity that was almost feral. Then, slowly, she turned her eyes toward you, and in that moment, you saw it—pure madness. Her smile twisted into something unrecognizable, her pupils dilated, and her grip on Yuto's wrist tightened, causing him to wince in pain.

"You don't need him," Mira said, her voice low and dangerously calm. "You don't need anyone but me."

With a sudden, brutal motion, Mira shoved Yuto away, sending him crashing to the ground. You gasped, horrified, but before you could react, Mira was already advancing toward you, her hands gripping your shoulders with surprising strength.

"You're mine, do you understand? You don't get to have anyone else. Not while I'm here. Not while I'm keeping you safe." Her voice was breathless, trembling with a dangerous excitement. Her eyes locked onto yours, wide and frantic, as if you were the only thing that mattered in this entire world. "I love you, and no one will take you from me. No one will ever touch you again."

"Mira, please—" you started, your voice shaky, but she was beyond listening.

Her manic laughter echoed in the empty building, ringing in your ears. "Don't you get it?" she hissed, her lips curling into something cruel. "I've protected you. I've kept you safe. I've given you everything. And this is how you repay me? By throwing yourself at others? By talking to them like they matter?"

Her grip on your shoulders tightened painfully, and you could feel her breath on your skin, hot and desperate. "I've been watching you, darling. Every moment, every word, every smile you give someone else... it drives me insane." Her voice cracked, her eyes welling with tears, though they were tears of rage, not sadness. "I gave you everything, and you—you—want them?"

It felt like a wave had crashed over you, drowning you in her madness. This wasn't love. This was obsession. Mira was no longer the woman you had once thought you could trust. She had become something unrecognizable.

"Mira, stop," you whispered, your voice trembling with fear. "This isn't love."

She froze at your words, her eyes widening, the realization slowly dawning on her. For a moment, there was a flicker of something—guilt, perhaps. But it was fleeting.

With a wild, almost animalistic growl, Mira slammed you against the wall, her face inches from yours. "You belong to me!" she hissed, her breath ragged, her voice hoarse. "No one else can have you. Only me."

Her hands slid up your arms, her fingers digging into your skin, leaving marks that you knew would last. You could feel her trembling with fury, her entire body coiled tight, like a spring ready to snap.

And snap she did.

"You're mine!" she screamed, her voice a mixture of lust and rage. "You can't escape me. No one can take you from me, not even you!"

In that moment, you knew—Mira's love had become a twisted, unholy thing. She wasn't just in love with you. She needed you. Desperately. And she would destroy anyone who tried to tear you away from her. Even if it meant destroying herself in the process.

You had never felt more trapped in your life.

The walls of the dilapidated building were closing in on you, the air thick with the scent of dust and decay. Mira was still standing there, her chest rising and falling with labored breaths, her eyes never leaving yours. Her fingers were still digging into your skin, her grip tight and unyielding. You could see the madness in her gaze—the wild intensity that had only grown more frantic since she had taken you.

You had tried to escape, tried to distance yourself from her, but the more you pulled away, the more tightly she clung to you. Every attempt you made to break free only seemed to fuel her desperation. She wasn't listening. She wasn't seeingyou anymore—only the vision of you that she had twisted in her mind, the version of you that existed only to belong to her.

And now, as you stood in the shadows of this desolate world, it became clear to you: there was no escape. Not unless she let you go. And Mira wasn't about to do that.

She stepped closer, the proximity suffocating. The madness in her eyes had evolved into something darker, something raw and unfiltered. You could feel the heat of her body against yours, her breath brushing your skin as she spoke in a voice that trembled with unrestrained emotion.

"Do you understand now?" she whispered, her voice nearly breaking. "Do you see how much I love you? How much I need you? I gave you everything, and all I've ever wanted was for you to see it. To see me. Only me."

You didn't answer right away. You couldn't. Your heart pounded in your chest, your mind spinning with the weight of the reality you had been unwilling to face until now. Mira wasn't just someone you could walk away from. She wasn't someone who would just let you go, no matter how much you wanted to escape.

"Please," you said softly, your voice shaking. "Mira, this isn't love. What you're doing... it's not love. You're hurting me."

Her eyes widened in disbelief, as if the very notion of her actions being anything other than love was a foreign concept. She took a step back, her breath hitching, and for the briefest moment, you saw a flicker of vulnerability in her expression—a crack in her otherwise unshakable facade.

But then it was gone. The cold mask slipped back into place. She tilted her head, a soft, almost imperceptible smile curling at the corners of her lips.

"You don't get it, do you?" she whispered, her voice barely audible, yet carrying a weight of finality that chilled you to your core. "This is what love is. You think love is sweet, that it's gentle. But love is savage, darling. Love is all-consuming. It doesn't care if it breaks you. It doesn't care if it destroys everything. As long as it gets what it wants."

Her hands slid up to your neck, her touch gentler now, but no less intense. She cupped your face, her thumb brushing lightly across your cheek in a way that almost felt tender—but there was nothing tender about the way she held you. It was possessive. It was desperate.

"Look at me," she said, her voice soft but filled with a dark hunger. "Look at what I've become because of you. You... you made me this way. I'm nothing without you. Without your attention. Without your love."

Your heart beat faster, a sickening mix of fear and something else swirling in your chest. This wasn't love. It couldn't be.

But Mira didn't seem to care what you thought.

"I've watched you, darling," she continued, her voice almost reverent now. "Watched you grow strong, independent. I tried to let you be free. I really did. But it doesn't work, does it? Because you'll never truly be free. You belong to me. You've always belonged to me. No one else can have you. No one. Not even you."

You swallowed hard, trying to hold your ground. The words stung, but you couldn't let her see the effect they had on you. You couldn't let her win, not like this. "Mira, this isn't healthy. You need help. You—"

But Mira shook her head, her smile twisting into something almost pained. "I don't need help, darling. I need you. And now, finally, I've made you see. I've made you understand. I've given everything for you. Everything. And now you're mine. Forever."

The finality in her words cut through you like a blade. There was no room for negotiation, no hope for salvation. You knew in that moment, with a sickening certainty, that Mira's love wasn't just possessive. It was a prison—a suffocating, inescapable force that would keep you bound to her forever, whether you wanted it or not.

Mira's fingers slid down to your lips, her touch light and almost affectionate, but there was an edge to it, like a warning. "You don't have to say anything, darling," she whispered, her lips brushing your ear. "I know what you want. You want to be with me. You need to be with me. And I'm not letting you go."

Her words echoed in your mind long after they had left her lips, a twisted confession that would haunt you for as long as you were trapped in this world—and in Mira's grasp.

"Come, darling," she murmured, her voice silky yet urgent as she dragged you away. "The game is about to start."

You blinked, confusion washing over you. "What? Mira, what are you talking about?"

She simply tilted her head, amusement flickering across her face. "The Ten of Hearts, of course."

Your stomach twisted. You hadn't seen a game arena nearby—none of the Scouts had. There were no indicators, no signs. But Mira? She spoke with the certainty of someone who knew.

Your heart began to pound as she dragged you out of the front gates of the Beach. "Mira, the Beach isn't—"

But before you could finish, the speakers overhead crackled to life.

"Attention all players. The game will now begin."

A chill ran down your spine.

"Arena location: The Beach."

The words hit you like a punch to the gut. A stunned silence settled over the Beach as the announcement sank in.

You barely had time to react before Mira yanked your arm once again, dragging you forward with an alarming strength. The chaos behind you was instant—shouts of confusion, panic setting in, people scrambling to process what was happening. But Mira didn't stop. She didn't look back.

How did she know?

You stumbled after her, your breath hitching as she pulled you further away, down the road like she had planned this all along. The Beach had been a safe haven—or so you had thought. But now, it was a death trap, and the woman leading you away from it knew the truth before anyone else.

Mira was humming to herself, seemingly unaffected by your panic. The grip on your wrist never loosened, her fingers possessive, burning into your skin like a brand.

You finally found your voice, breathless. "Mira—how did you—"

"Shh," she cooed, squeezing your hand as if you were lovers, as if this was all just a game to her. "It doesn't matter, my love. What matters is that we're leaving."

Leaving. Not fighting. Not strategizing. Not staying with the others to figure out a way to survive. No—Mira had no intention of playing this game.

"You don't belong with them," she said softly, cupping your face. "You belong with me."

Your breath hitched.

Mira had orchestrated this. Whether through knowledge or power, she had known the Beach would become an arena. She had known staying meant risking everything. But she had also known something far worse—something far more dangerous.

You swallowed down your nervousness, trying to get at least one clear answer out of her. "Mira, who are you?"

"I'm yours, silly," she laughed coldly. "But if you mean who I am in this world? I am the Queen of Hearts."

Your mind reeled. Of course. The pieces clicked into place. The mind games, the manipulation, the way she had been watching, waiting, always knowing more than she let on. Mira wasn't just a player in this world.

She was one of its rulers.

And now, she was taking you away from it all.

She pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, her breath warm, her hands gentle yet controlling. "We're going home, darling," she whispered. "You'll stay with me. Safe. For as long as the games go on. For as long as no one defeats me." Her smile widened, her eyes gleaming with something almost delirious. "For as long as I reign as the Queen of Hearts."

And as she pulled you along, deeper into the night, away from the screams echoing behind you, one terrifying truth settled in your mind.

You weren't escaping the game.

You were trapped in hers.

Forever.

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ೃ⁀➷ body electric ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦢 ꒱

╰┈➤ suguru niragi x former!lover!reader imagine

a/n: i would like to give a special thank you to @lumillsie for the layout of this post and for the filter used on the header! please note that i do not agree with the choices of niragi and for any fanfictions i write about him, those controversial actions will be omitted!

˚ ༘♡ it was the strangest thing, stepping out of your bedroom and into a world that had ceased to exist. the familiar cadence of life, the hushed creaks of the old family estate, the distant sounds of the city beyond, had been swallowed whole by silence. you called out, expecting an answer, but none came. the lavish halls stretched empty, the doors left ajar as if abandoned in an instant. outside, the streets of tokyo stood frozen in time, emptied of their ceaseless crowds, their neon-lit chaos. no cars idling at intersections, no distant murmur of conversation, no footsteps beyond your own.

˚ ༘♡ for hours, you wandered, a lone figure adrift in a dead city. the absence of life gnawed at your mind, an eerie stillness pressing against your skin. you searched for movement, for any sign that you weren’t the last person left in the world. then, at long last, you found them, a handful of strangers clustered in the remains of a building complex, their faces etched with the same confusion and fear that pained your expression. pitiful consolation burned in your chest, only to be doused by frustration. they knew nothing. no one did.

˚ ༘♡ then came the notification, it read the following, “visa: 3 days remaining.”

˚ ༘♡ your heart pounded as you turned to one of the others, demanding to know what it meant. their answer was worse than anything your mind had conjured. you had three days to play. three days to win. fail, or refuse, and your visa would expire. and when that happened, you would die.

˚ ༘♡ it sounded absurd, a nightmare spun from exhaustion and fear. but then the first game began.

˚ ༘♡ a siren wailed through the building, red emergency lights casting the halls in an unnatural glow. a door slammed open. and then he appeared.

˚ ༘♡ a towering figure draped in dark clothing, a horse mask concealing his face, the gleam of a gun heavy in his hands. he did not hesitate. the first shot rang out, cutting through the confusion, splattering blood across the walls. screams shattered the air. chaos erupted, bodies scrambling for cover as the game of tag began, except this wasn’t a game. not really.

˚ ༘♡ you ran. every breath burned, every heartbeat a countdown to death. the masked man moved with terrifying precision, his steps unhurried, methodical. you turned a corner just as another shot rang out through the air, a body hitting the ground behind you. fear coursed through your veins like fire, but survival drove you forward.

˚ ༘♡ in the end, you lived, not by skill, not by strength, but by sheer luck. a young man and a woman, moving like they had done this before, found the safe zone in the final moments. you barely made it, collapsing against the wall, lungs heaving, the taste of fear still thick in your throat. the masked man vanished. the sirens cut off. eerie silence returned.

˚ ༘♡ your phone buzzed again. your visa had been extended.

˚ ༘♡ the next day, you could hardly move. fatigue and shock weighed you down, pinning you to the cold floor of the abandoned building you had taken refuge in. your mind refused to process what had happened, but deep down, you knew. if you didn’t move, if you didn’t act, you wouldn’t survive the next game.

˚ ༘♡ it was pure chance that you ran into them again, the two who had saved you. the young man introduced himself as ryohei arisu, the woman as yuzuha usagi. you thanked them, though words felt meaningless after what you had just endured. when they asked if you wanted to join them, you didn’t hesitate.

˚ ༘♡ arisu mentioned a location called the beach, a rumored sanctuary where players had gathered. a sliver of hope in a city that had become a graveyard.

˚ ༘♡ it took time, careful observation, and calculated risk, but after following a group of players you recognized from the game of tag, you knew you were close, but without warning a devastating blow was delivered to the back of your head and you were entrenched by darkness.

˚ ༘♡ when you woke, your wrists were bound, the scent of lavender incense thick in the air. a lavish room stretched before you, unfamiliar faces standing in the dim light. a man entered, draped in a loose robe, his presence far too casual for the circumstances. he grinned and extended his arms in a welcoming gesture, “i am sure you all have questions, and we have the answers you are searching for.”

˚ ༘♡ the robed man, who introduced himself as the hatter, was the self-proclaimed ruler of the beach. with a charismatic grin, he explained the laws that governed this facade of a sanctuary, his voice smooth, practically hypnotic, as if he had rehearsed it countless times before.

˚ ༘♡ one. all playing cards collected from the games belonged to the beach. they believed that obtaining a full deck would grant them passage back to the original world, though there was no proof, only blind faith and desperation. two. all members were to follow the will of the leader, the hatter himself, and his chosen executive members. their word was law. questioning it was not an option. three. the most sinister of all, betray the beach, and you will be executed without mercy.

˚ ༘♡ his delivery was casual and lighthearted, but the dread of those mandates settled akin to lead in your stomach. there was no room for dissent. you were not being invited, you were being conscripted.

˚ ༘♡ with no choice but to comply, you were ushered away, given a simple command: change into swimsuits. no exceptions. it was a method of control, a way to ensure no weapons could be concealed. but beyond that, it was humiliating. a stripping away of your identity, reducing you to just another body in the beach’s twisted paradise.

˚ ༘♡ you were led into a grand dressing room, its gilded mirrors and velvet benches a stark contrast to the world outside. racks of swimwear lined the walls, bright, revealing, designed for spectacle rather than function. hesitant, you sifted through the options before settling on a pearl-white one-piece with a sweetheart neckline, elegant yet understated. even so, the thought of baring yourself in such a vulnerable space made you uneasy. for a sliver of modesty, you grabbed a sheer cover-up, draping it over your shoulders before stepping out into the heart of the resort.

˚ ༘♡ and what you saw left you speechless.

˚ ༘♡ the beach was alive with indulgence. men and women in vibrant bikinis and neon swim trunks danced freely, their bodies moving under the golden glow of the sun. cocktails sloshed in their hands, music pulsed from unseen speakers, laughter rang out like the city had never vanished. it was surreal, a fever dream of excess set against the backdrop of an abandoned world.

˚ ༘♡ but beneath the revelry, there was something off. something calculated.

˚ ༘♡ as you moved through the crowd, you felt it, the leering gazes of men trailing after you, drinking you in like you were just another prize in this lawless haven. your grip tightened around your cover-up, pulling it closer, shielding yourself as best as you could without drawing attention. searching the crowd, you finally spotted familiar faces, usagi and arisu, standing off to the side, their expressions indistinct.

˚ ༘♡ relief rushed through you as you hurried over. “i thought i’d never be able to find you two.”

˚ ༘♡ usagi glanced up, her eyes taking you in. she wore a navy blue two-piece, a peach zip-up jacket pulled tightly around her frame despite the heat. her voice was low, almost conspiratorial as she muttered, “can you believe they’re making everyone dress like this? it’s humiliating.”

˚ ༘♡ arisu, arms crossed, let out a slow breath, gaze drifting toward the endless stretch of blue sky. “you think what the executives said is true?” his voice was laced with doubt. “that if we gather all the cards, we can go back?”

˚ ༘♡ neither you nor usagi answered. because what was there to say? it was a fool’s hope, a dangling promise intended to keep the beach running, to keep its members playing the games. no one knew if escape was even possible. and something told you that the people in charge of these depraved, debauched games didn’t care.

˚ ༘♡ the vivacious laughter and excitement that had consumed the resort mere moments ago began to wane, like a tide pulling back, exposing something far more menacing beneath the surface. you felt it before you saw it, a change in the air, an unspoken tension that rippled through the crowd, silencing the drunken revelry. turning your head, your breath became erratic.

˚ ༘♡ a group of men strode through the party, their presence suffocating, the very energy of the beach seeming to warp around them. at the front of the pack, you recognized him immediately, the man who had taken down the tagger during your first game. his presence had unnerved you then, and it unnerved you now. he moved with the quiet confidence of a predator, his muscled frame tense beneath his tank top, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd with indifference. he looked like a member of the yakuza with his shaved head and vicious attitude.

˚ ༘♡ yet, it was the figure behind him that truly sent a chill down your spine. a man dressed in black, his hood drawn up over his head, a long, gleaming blade clutched in his grip. his head was shaved clean, but tattoos inked his stark white skin, crawling down his neck like a web of curses. he didn’t speak. he didn’t need to. his very presence was suffocating, a walking omen of violence.

˚ ༘♡ your gaze steadily drifted to the figure on the left, and your entire body locked up.

˚ ༘♡ no.

˚ ༘♡ your heart lurched, your stomach twisting into knots so tight you felt nauseous. your breath caught in your throat, your knees going weak beneath you. your mind screamed at you that it couldn’t be, that it shouldn’t be. but it was.

˚ ༘♡ “hey, aguni, who is this jerk staring at you?”

˚ ༘♡ the masculine voice with a taunting edge, slashed through the unbearable silence, your gaze landed on him. niragi.

˚ ༘♡ he stood before you, a rifle slung casually over his shoulder, his smirk razor-sharp and laced with cruelty. but your eyes weren’t on the weapon. they weren’t even on the piercings that now lined his eyebrow and tongue, nor the unruly strands of black hair that had grown out since you last saw him.

˚ ༘♡ the same eyes that once held warmth, shyness, devotion. the same eyes that once looked at you like you were his entire world. but now? now they were malicious and dark, devoid of anything kind and compassionate. the cocky bravado was there, the smirk, the teasing edge to his voice. but for a fleeting second, just a fraction of a second, his mask slipped. his expression faltered. he recognized you. he wasn’t expecting this, he wasn’t expecting you.

˚ ༘♡ arisu, beside you, blinked in surprise. “you’re the guy from the game of tag.”

˚ ༘♡ aguni, the man leading the group, barely spared you a glance. instead, his gaze flickered over the three of you, his lips curling in something that wasn’t quite a sneer, wasn’t quite pity. “i see your friend died.” his tone was cold, impersonal. “what a shame. the weak ones survived.”

˚ ༘♡ niragi, however, was no longer looking at arisu or aguni. his full attention was on you. his fingers twitched at his side, his head tilting slightly, like he was trying to piece together if this was real or some bizarre hallucination. then, before you could even think of what to say, he took a step forward, closing the distance between you just enough to make your breath catch in your throat.

˚ ༘♡ ”it’s been a while, honey.”

˚ ༘♡ his voice was laced with mockery, with that menacing brutality, but there was something else too, something genuine. a sliver of sincerity buried beneath it all, a trace of something that made your heart ache, remnants of the niragi you once cherished so deeply.

˚ ༘♡ “why are you hanging out with this loser?” niragi seethed, his voice ridden with contempt as his glare locked onto arisu. before arisu could even process the insult, let alone defend himself, niragi swung the end of his rifle into his face with a sickening crack. the impact sent arisu crashing onto the cold, tiled floor, his head snapping back against the hard surface.

˚ ༘♡ blood gushed from his nose and mouth almost instantly, painting the shining white tiles in deep crimson. he barely had a chance to react before niragi loomed over him, lifting his boot and slamming it into his ribs. arisu curled inward, gasping in pain, but niragi wasn’t done. he kicked him again, this time in the head.

˚ ༘♡ usagi let out a panicked cry and dropped to the ground beside arisu, her hands flying up to shield him. “stop! please!” she shouted, desperation cracking her voice. she tried to shove niragi away, but he barely stumbled. without hesitation, he turned and shoved her back with enough force to send her sprawling across the floor.

˚ ༘♡ “what the hell are you doing?” you snapped, horror and disbelief flooding your veins. your mind reeled, unable to make sense of what you were seeing, of the man standing before you. niragi had once been the one suffering under the weight of cruelty, bullied relentlessly until he had nearly been broken. you had been the one to step in, to defend him, to pull him from the insults and beatings of others. and now, here he was, standing in the shoes of the very monsters who had tormented him.

˚ ༘♡ what happened to him?

˚ ༘♡ “niragi, enough! no more!” you yelled out, but he ignored you, lifting his boot again as if he had already decided arisu’s fate.

˚ ༘♡ you didn’t think. you acted. you threw yourself in front of him, your body a barrier between niragi and the bloodied mess of arisu curled up on the floor. usagi was already huddled beside him, shielding him as best as she could. you could see niragi’s rise and fall as adrenaline coursed through his veins, feel his eyes boring into you, but you didn’t care.

˚ ༘♡ “what have you become?” you shouted, your voice shaking, your emotions threatening to swallow you whole. “have you lost your mind because of these games? is this who you are now?”

˚ ༘♡ niragi stood motionless, his expression darkening. for a minute, something unreadable glistened in his gaze, something vanishing, something buried beneath layers of cruelty and indifference. then, his lips coiled into a sneer.

˚ ༘♡ “what have i become?” he mocked, his tone laced with amusement. “why are you being so melodramatic?”

˚ ༘♡ your heart pounded as you looked past him, at the men standing behind him, watching without saying a word. this was for them. niragi wasn’t just acting out of anger, he was performing, playing the role expected of him, preserving whatever foreboding image he had built here.

˚ ༘♡ he exhaled sharply and tilted his head, his smirk growing. “get out of my way, would you?” his voice was almost teasing, but there was a dangerous edge beneath it. he reached out, fingers brushing against your cheek in a touch that once would have made you feel more beloved than any woman in the world. but now? now, it was no different than the most potent of venom.

˚ ༘♡ your grimaced with revulsion, and before he could even register it, you jerked away, stepping back like his touch had burned you. niragi chuckled, shaking his head. “come on, don’t be like that,” he mused. “i promise we’ll have all the time in the world to catch up, after i finish with these two.”

˚ ༘♡ he moved to step around you, his patience wearing thin, but you blocked him again. this time, your stance was firmer, your hands clenching into fists at your sides, your fingernails digging into the skin of your palms. you could feel your pulse pounding in your throat, but you forced yourself to meet his gaze, unflinching.

˚ ༘♡ “niragi, please.”

˚ ༘♡ his name left your lips softer this time, stripped of the anger, stripped of the disbelief. it was a plea, not simply for arisu’s sake but for his, for the young man you once knew, the one you once loved.

˚ ༘♡ niragi hesitated. for a short while, something in his expression changed. you held his gaze, hoping, praying, that somewhere beneath the layers of cruelty and violence, he still remembered, those late-night phone calls, the way he used to look at you when he thought you weren’t watching, the warmth of his fingers laced through yours on lazy afternoons at the café. if there was anything left of that niragi, maybe, just maybe, he would stop.

˚ ༘♡ his smirk twitched, his tongue flicking over the silver piercing on his lip. then, with a lazy wave of his hand, he scoffed. “eh, whatever,” he muttered, swinging his rifle back over his shoulder as if nothing had happened. “this is no fun with you whining in my ear.” he turned away without another glance, striding off like he had already forgotten all about you. the rest of the men followed, their presence dissipating as quickly as it had arrived. aguni lingered for a tad longer, his expression obscured and harsh, before he, too, disappeared into his horde of followers.

˚ ༘♡ you stood bewildered, the tension in your body unraveling all at once, leaving only nausea in its wake. the atmosphere still buzzed with energy from the resort party, but it all felt so far away, like a different world entirely. your mind returned to arisu and usagi, they required your help.

˚ ༘♡ you spun on your heel and dropped to your knees beside him. he was still on the floor, barely conscious, his face drained of color, his body limp. usagi knelt beside him, pressing her zip-up jacket against his forehead to slow the bleeding. the fabric was already stained deep red.

˚ ༘♡ panic surged through you. you reached out, brushing arisu’s shoulder tenderly, trying to ground yourself as much as him. “i’ll get help, okay? stay here.”

˚ ༘♡ usagi nodded, her jaw tight, her focus entirely on arisu. you pushed yourself to your feet, your heart hammering as you turned and ran. you didn’t know where you were going. you didn’t even know who you could turn to in a place like this. but you had to hurry. arisu was losing too much blood, his life was in danger, because of niragi.

˚ ༘♡ your mind still couldn’t fully grasp it, the sheer impossibility of what he had become. your sweet and loving boyfriend you once knew was gone, replaced by a man who could smile through savagery, who could beat someone half to death and consider it entertainment.

˚ ༘♡ niragi was gone. whatever had taken his place, you weren’t sure you wanted to understand.

a/n: my first alice in borderland fanfiction! if you have any thoughts or requests, please let me know! 🤍

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