#Orihara Izaya x reader

[lesinquietes]

Always considered Izaya Orihara to be one of those fucking terrifying yanderes who legitimately cannot be stopped. Like, the man is a master deceiver and he’s basically Hackerman. If you try to run, he’ll be one step ahead of you. Think you can befriend Shizuo and have that be a way to ward him off? Wrong. He won’t even let you get close, and even if you do, are you going to keep that beast around you at all times? He’s got better things to do. You don’t have the money to hire him as your bodyguard. Really, you’re a defenceless little lamb, entirely at Izaya’s disposal. There is no bigger predator than him in all of Japan.

And he’ll have you come around to him no matter what. He’ll manipulate your environment and the people around you. He’ll make you feel as though you’re losing your sanity. He’ll make it so that you think the only cure is crawling back to him and begging for it to stop; begging the most powerful man you know to save you. The thought of your submission makes him shamelessly hard. He hopes you’ll be a sweetheart and give him a hand… or a mouth… or both, if you’re really sorry~

[ethereal-blossom]

izaya, dazai, and mori reacting to their s/o experiencing a major burnout to the point where they needed extensive medical attention due to their overall health plummeting due stress and fatigue. this is me rn ;-; im so overworked yet so underpaid lmfao thank you so much in advance! 💗

A/N: Hi, thank you so much for the long wait! I hope your situation has become better :( give my dear their rest and money🔪 I'm sorry Mori's part is a bit short compared to the others, but I hope you like it💖

Izaya:

Izaya loves all humans equally, but you're the exception as his favorite one and Shizuo being his least favorite.

With Izaya's special interest in human beings and his well-crafted observation skills, it didn't go unnoticed by him how you were becoming more tired and less happy step by step. The part of him that loved to observe humans was fascinated and wondered how far you could be pushed, but then again- you are his favorite.

Izaya only realizes you need extensive medical treatment after he returns from an underground job. If you haven't moved in with him already, Izaya will throw all his charm (or manipulation skills, really, who cares about the details?) into convincing you to stay at his place. Being an information broker and professional chaos lover has provided Izaya with enough money to spoil you rotten.

The question is whether he'll let you go back to work. And if you manage to convince him to let you go back to work, he's going to do a full background check on the company and its people.

Izaya has a hard time admitting this to you, himself, or anyone really, but seeing you become this fragile scared him. It's a feeling he immediately tries to shove away, but it only leads to him being more protective of you.

During your assigned recovery, you'll catch Izaya chuckling to himself. There are just so many fun possibilities to ruin your boss' life! Should he destroy it brick by brick? Or should he wreck it in one go? Whatever it is, it'll be cruel and twisted and fun. Your boss didn't think they could get away with treating his favorite little human like this, hm?

One thing is for certain: no matter how Izaya is going to destroy your boss' life, it'll be done through cyber damage. Izaya would rather not leave your side. He has been very cheery and confident around you, never giving you a sign of the fear he felt when he saw you turn into a burned-out version of yourself. But he has you tucked in bed and you just have to say it and he gives you anything you want. Izaya has Namie assist him in taking care of you, too.

Izaya does drop hints here and there about how he's going to be responsible for your boss' life taking a bad turn. If you try to confront him about this or prevent him from doing so, Izaya is going to ask you for a good explanation as to why not. It may even lead to a discussion, however, no reason will leave him satisfied. You've already gotten hurt, so the damage is already done and there's nothing the boss can do to make up for it except pay for it with his sins. Izaya can say he'll let it go, but you know he won't. If anything, he's more excited to start. Nobody messes with his favorite human except him.

Dazai:

Dazai puts great value in the one he gained but would never want to lose. It's one of the reasons he pays so much attention to you; he knows things about your behavior that even you are unaware of.

That's why Dazai is the first to observe how you're slowly burning out. He encourages you to copy his work ethic (lying on a couch and letting your partner do all the work), but he never convinces you no matter how much he tries to tug at your strings.

But when Dazai comes home from a mission he had to travel for and sees you so burned out to the point of needing extensive medical care, he was livid and scared. From the inside, that is. From the outside, he'd be calm and reassuring, even cheery once you feel better.

Dazai would insist that he stays home with you to become your personal nurse. He would cling onto you whenever you want to leave the bed, claiming you were on bed rest, which automatically meant he was on bed rest, too.

He'd take care of you in his own silly way. He makes you laugh, distracts you from the tiredness, buys you the biggest teddy bear you've seen in your life, and prevents you from doing anything.

Nonetheless, there's going to be a time you need to get back to work. Once you do, you notice something strange about your boss. It's like they are a whole new person. They offer you tea or coffee the minute you step in, push out a nervous chuckle that's supposed to sound friendly, and say you can take a break whenever you feel like you need one. It wouldn't take long for you to realize there was something off... and you could tell who was behind it.

When confronting Dazai though, expect him to be packed in denial. "Me?" He answers with doe eyes that scream innocence and surprise, which means he was definitely not innocent nor surprised. "Do I look like someone who would threaten your boss? I was taking care of you all that time!" Yes Dazai, you look like that type of person. But the latter was true since you cannot point out a moment he must have had a talk with your boss. Dazai had taken his role as your personal nurse very seriously to the point he rarely had been out of your sight.

Dazai knows you'd have to let it go eventually because you have no evidence against him. Even if you did find the courage to ask your boss if your boyfriend had talked to him, the boss wouldn't slip up. The only evidence you have is the fear in your boss' eyes when mentioning your boyfriend and the sly but satisfied smile you caught on Dazai's face when he knew he got away with it.

Mori:

Being the boss of the port mafia is a time-consuming job, especially when you're almost at war with another underground organization. It's why Mori, who is always eager to spoil you rotten, wasn't there to see how work was affecting you for the worst.

Mori made sure the upcoming threat was nothing more but forgotten dust, and one look at you after he came back made him want to do the same to your boss. You could see it in his expression, how it changed from excitement to surprise to deadly and back to soft but cheery in the span of a few seconds.

Absolutely takes this opportunity as an excuse to spoil you rotten more than he already does. After all, who can take better care of you than himself, the doctor who loves you the most?

The doctor in him comes out; checking your vitals, making sure you eat and drink, assigning you time to rest but also to go out and make a little walk with him. And oh, look what a cute thing he bought for you the other day! Yeah, it wouldn't be Mori if he didn't take this opportunity to buy new clothes for you and to doll you up as much as you let him.

Mori will offer to bring harm to your boss as if it's a sweet declaration of love. Whatever your answer, he makes sure your boss learns their lesson.

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A/N: I accidentally deleted this one while updating/reblogging some old fics and now I'm big sad T^T So uh...here it is again I guess!

Izaya observed his face as it was reflected in the glinting, purely glimmering metal. What he saw gazing back at him was a visage that many called ‘beautiful’. He was well known for his charcoal hair and stormy brown eyes, a slender physique and a smirk to go with it.

He felt it barely compared though. It hardly held any weight when pitted against what was sitting on the opposite side of this chess board from him.

“Haha…I don’t know how many times I’m going to have to tell you before you finally get it.”

With a deft twirl, he finally pointed the weapon in your direction.

You weren’t looking your best. Hours of crying and writhing around in these rough ropes had left you ragged. Your eyes were rimmed with red, lips still quivering from pent-up sobs that hadn’t been released yet. You choked out a couple when he aimed for you, shutting those same eyes tight, and lowering your head. Hair already tousled by your frantic struggles, you obscured your own vision with it anyway.

“…Now that’s no good. How are you supposed to play my little game if you can’t even see it?”

Izaya rose up from his seat, reveling in how you seemed to tremble more and more the closer he came to you. His pale hand reached out and slipped under some of those matted strands, pushing them back away from your forehead and revealing the beauty he had come to know and love so much.

“That’s better. Now-” Izaya took your chin in his hand and jerked it up, at the same time forcing you to open your eyes again. They tearfully stared ahead at the board, the pieces all arranged haphazardly in some manner that only someone like him could truly understand. It was like he had tipped out the dregs of a Monopoly box, you spied kings and queens, Othello and Shogi orphans intermingled with them.

“See that there? That’s you.” he continued cupping your chin and cheek in one hand, leaning over from behind your seat and pressing his very fingertip to the top of a little pawn. “You’re so…small…and weak…”

His nails pinched the top and he let the piece roll into his hand.

“Caught in my palm, with nowhere to go. So if I wanted to…I could just…”

Izaya didn’t vocally finish his sentence, choosing instead to show you practically and clench his digits into a fist around the pawn. You could almost feel your heart twisting as he did so. Eventually he let it drop and clatter to the board, and fresh tears fell as you watched it roll limply to a stop, lying there as if it were truly useless to anyone.

“Understand?”

You jolted suddenly and inhaled sharply, as his voice abruptly spoke right by your ear. Frantically you nodded, and that dark chuckle only made its comeback.

“Hehehe…excellent. Then you’re probably aware of the stakes here. But…you’re not the only pawn being played…”

Watching him as he moved again to the other side, you felt as if the binds that had you wrapped up in this darkened room- wherever it was- had only gotten tighter.

“All your friends, all your family, everyone you’ve ever cared about, they’re aaallll here, and you get to decide what happens to them.” he leaned over the chessboard and tilted his head curiously. Here came the dreaded question.

“So, what will it be? Either way, I’m going to untie you in exactly 1 minute. You can give in to me like I want you to, and accept that you’re never going to see any of these people again. At the very least, they’ll live if you choose that. But if you want to be stubborn and try to fight back against me then you can do that too.”

His head lowered a little, gaze darkening and focusing right in on you like a couple of rusted bullets.

“You can try at least, but I think you and I both know how things will end up.”

True. You did know.

They’d end up in a roadside ditch at best, and at worst…probably chained and at his command for eternity.

“But I know what you’re thinking-” Izaya suddenly started mocking your typical tone of voice, softening his own for it, “-'It’s better to die trying to save the ones I love, than to live as a prisoner’, right? Well…there’s this funny thing in chess called 'capturing’. Though I suppose I’m using the term loosely…as if you do decide to say no to me, and I do decide to go through with other means…then I’m not going to be 'capturing’ any of your precious loved ones like I’ve done with you. No no…”

His soft lips split apart into a sharp grin that only seemed to mirror his blade, all in white. His eyes never left you as his fingers curled and flicked out against each and every piece that was laid there. He sent them flying and clattering to different points in the room, all the while accompanying his actions with more cruel talk.

“I don’t care about any of them.”

Click!

“I only care about you…”

Clack!

“They mean nothing to me…”

SLAM!

His hand, down upon the table and smashing the game board in two. He stared at you from two inches away, his body already crawling halfway onto that surface just so he could come so closely. You gazed back, utterly frightened, into those cold eyes of his.

“[Y/N]…I’ll kill anyone and everyone that I have to, until I get what I want.” his scalding breath exhaled upon your lips with every callous word, “I’ll admit it…you’ve tried to see the good in me before, but that was your mistake. You made it easier. But in the end, you can still win. Just surrender to me, and I won’t have any reason to hurt the ones you care about. They won’t matter anymore, because neither of us will ever have to see them again.”

Kida. Ryuu. Shizuo.

Shizuo.

Shizuo.

Shizuo.

Shizuo.

Izaya raised the last piece he hadn’t yet knocked down. He dangled it temptingly before both you and himself, king at his command.

“He’s the one who’s making you so indecisive, isn’t he? But what’s worse, [Y/N]? Breaking his heart by abandoning him for me?” Izaya smirked again, before his lips came to hover by your ear.

“Or letting me break him in his entirety?”

Your mouth only parted wider as you watched him practically crumble the chess piece into dust, cracking and breaking it apart in his remarkably solid grip. The veins on his hand were prominent, there was an unbridled rage there that he was barely holding back. A passion he had never known before meeting you.

“N-no…!” you gasped out, and he simply smiled in a soft and eerie fashion, pulling back again and dusting his hands off.

“So.” he glanced at his black watch, then back at you again, “Decision time.”

“W-wait! W—ait I—I’m not ready yet I–!!”

No waiting. It was go time, and Izaya signaled that clearly by slicing the ropes off you and hauling you up by your collar. He held you just like that, continuing to toy with his knife in the other hand. You stumbled closer to him unwillingly, and he just tugged you even tighter against his body.

The fur from his jacket tickled your skin. You could only really see his eyes as they looked at you expectantly, awaiting your answer without even asking for it. Izaya felt he had made it clear enough already. Lose everything you cared about, and possibly your own life? Or simply choose to love him as much as he undoubtedly loved you…

The only one. You were the only one he felt this way about. It was remarkable really, to think that he had spent so much time observing and studying humans, and yet this facet of their…well…humanity, had eluded him for so long. He wasn’t the type who’d have much trouble getting a date, and he’d even spent time pretending to be a girl online before. It wasn’t like he didn’t understand the concept either.

But…to truly love another. To be willing to do so much for one person.

That really was a first.

His hand only gripped you tighter as the silenced dragged on. Why were you just gaping at him like that? Fuck, you looked like you were about to burst into tears again, and he didn’t know if he could be bothered with another half hour just waiting for you to calm down. If you forced his hand then you forced his hand, but things would be so much simpler if you just said…

“Y-yes.”

Izaya blinked once, before his smile grew again, teeth relaxing from their grinding posture concealed by those lips of his. Of course you said 'yes’. Someone who deserved to be with him would never act like such a fool.

“That’s what I thought. Well played, [Y/N]…”

His teeth emerged a little only to bite down on his bottom lip. Now that he had the go ahead he could finally do what he had been waiting to do for so long. He tugged it harshly then let it pop back again, just in time for pressing the pair right against yours. His kiss was thrust upon you in an instant, his hands cupping your cheeks firmly and holding your head in place.

You weren’t going anywhere now. You’d never leave him, never leave his sight. The thought of how well this had all worked out just made him groan and thrust his tongue harder against yours, entangling the two and taking complete control. As if he hadn’t possessed it already regardless…

Yes, this was perfection. The best way that things could have panned out.

Plus…Izaya didn’t technically make any promises, nor sign any deals. There was no contract, no fancy slip of paper that said he couldn’t bash Shizuo’s fucking brains in if he was feeling like it. These were all his rules, and you were playing by them whether you liked it or not.

As he pulled back from the kiss, his arms wrapped around your middle and squeezed you like a snake. His chin rested on your shoulder, the corners of his lips tugging smugly, before you heard something being whispered, just under his breath.

A single, simple word.

“Checkmate.”

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Hello! Can you please do a hcs of Genshin Impact x Izaya Orihara!Reader? The characters are Aether, Scaramouche, Venti, Lyney, and Kazuha

Troublemaker ♡

Genshin Boys x Izaya!Reader

Characters: Lyney, Scaramouche, Aether, Venti, Kazuha

A/n: I haven't watched Durarara in a long time, but I hope I did a decent job of making this! 😭 (Also, Kazuha's part kinda sucked since I didn't know what to write for him. 😔)

Lyney ♡

"So you're just going to sit back and watch?"

You smiled. You and Lyney have been acquaintances for a long time, but you barely knew anything about each other.

You both know how to find out information about different people, but the things was, you barely knew anything between the two of you.

We're you friends? Enemies? Archemies? Who knows.

All you know is that you both share something in common.

You both like to add fuel to the fire and sit back as you watch everything burn. In simpler terms, you both like to add to the problem and watch from the background. That's just the way you found enjoyment.

"Yup~"

Lyney smiled as he sat down next to you. You watched as Fatui members flooded the gates of Fontaine, and their Harbinger, Arlecchino, came in behind them.

They were going to steal the gnosis, and you informed the Fatui about the archon's whereabouts.

Suddenly, Lyney laughed.

"I think we have more in common than I thought."

You smugly smiled as you stared back at the magician, sneakily getting your knife ready.

"You're right."

Scaramouche ♡

You and Scaramouche have been trying to kill each other for a while now and you honestly didn't know why.

Scaramouche could never tell if you were actually serious in fighting him or you were just being a tease again.

"Give it back!!"

You smiled as you held the gnosis in your hands and stared at it. You weren't interested in the glowing thing, but you wanted to tease him a little.

Maybe you will give it away to the fatui...

"Y/N!!"

You looked down at Scaramouche from the roof.

"Oh? What is it?"

Scaramouche gritted his teeth as he glared at you.

He chased you all the way here, throwing different attacks at you, but now he had no energy left.

You only smiled as you jumped off and landed on a nearby trash can.

Before Scaramouche could grab the gnosis out your hands, you held it up high.

"Calm down Scara~"

There you go with all those nicknames again. He hated them. They made him embarrassed and feel small. Why was he always getting the short end of the stick?!

Walking away, you carelesely threw the gnosis into your pocket. Scaramouche chased after you, obviously.

"Why do you want this thing so much?"

You already knew the answer, but you were curious to what he was going to say.

"That's none of your business!"

Typical..

After walking in silence and avoiding a few of Scaramouches' pathetic attempts of obtaining the gnosis, he eventually stopped in his tracks.

"Because..."

You stopped and looked at him and smiled.

Finally..

"It's my heart."

Aether ♡

Aether didn't know what to make out of you, but what he knew was that you couldn't be trusted.

When he first arrived in the nation of Fontaine, he aimlessly wandered around, not knowing where to go. But, someone decided to offer their services and act as a guide.

"Oh, I'll help!"

Your smile was innocent, but Paimon immediately didn't trust you. Aether knew he shouldn't trust people from foreign nations, but to be honest, he didn't know where to go. So he accepted.

Two times. Two times you tricked him in the new nation he knew as Fontaine. You framed him by saying he broke laws and he got arrested.

Luckily, Yanfei helped him get out, but it unfortunately happened again.

You apologized, saying that you didn't mean it, and he forgave you. But here you are again holding a knife up to his face.

"It's really a pity that we couldn't get along a little longer, you know."

Aether sharpened his gaze as Paimon hid behind him.

Just why were you doing this?

"Y/n.."

You looked at him and smirked, curious to what he was going to say.

"Why are you doing this...?"

Venti ♡

"So, what are you doing now?"

Venti sat on a nearby couch, watching you from your desk. You weren't really doing anything at the moment besides watching. Watching from afar.

"Observing."

Venti's eyes furrowed. He knew you caused trouble for the Knights Of Favonious. He knew you led those monsters towards Mondstat.

The reason why he wasn't really concerned was because he knew his people could defend themselves, but he was still confused to why you did it.

"Why?"

You looked at him and smiled. You knew he could've dealt with you a long time ago, but he hasn't. Does Venti know why he hasn't? No.

"For the thrill."

You got up from your seat and walked over to him.

Sure, you weren't the best person. Sure, you weren't right in the head, but..

You took Venti's hand and pulled him out of his seat, hugging him in the process.

"I'm sorry, I'll try to control myself next time."

For some reason, you knew how to make your lies convincing.

Congratulations, you made the Anemo Archon feel weak by just a few words.

Kazuha ♡

"This is not right."

You stared back at Kazuha with a smile on your face. You held your knife and he had his sword out.

Ever since he met you, he knew something wasn't right. He couldn't tell if it was your personality or rather, your gaze...

The way you would look at everyone, slowly gathering information on each person. It made his skin crawl.

After he told the traveller everything about his past, he didn't know someone was listening. You..

You knew everything about him now. Well, the stuff he didn't want many to know.

"Oh, Kazuha. I'm really curious and want to know more about you, you know. Pease, show me more."

You held up your knife, pointing it towards him. For the first time in a while, Kazuha felt a small amount of nervousness. It was your confidence and casual nature that got his heart beating faster.

He didn't like to fight, but if he had to, he would.

(☆▪︎☆)

[madhousefruitcake]

Izaya’s Part 3 is finished!

It’s been a long journey, but Izaya’s route is finished. We look forward to your thoughts on the endings and the conclusion to Izaya’s story in Ikebukuro Records. The password, as always, is Baccano. 

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Edit: As always, for newcomers, remember to play the normal route first! Password is MHFC.

[randoimago]

Hello how are you doing today may please request shizuo, Akabayashi and izaya with an s/o whose an assassin

With an Assassin S/O

Fandom: Durarara

Character(s): Izaya Orihara, Shizuo Heiwajima

Type of Request: Headcanons

Warning(s): Suicide mention (you did request for Izaya and he's trash)

Note(s): Not writing for Akabayashi, but I can do Shizuo and (reluctantly) Izaya for you.

Izaya

First off, he taunts you. You're an assassin, a cold-blooded killer. And you fell in love with him? Kind of pathetic, S/O. But don't worry, he won't let your Ill-placed love go to waste.

Definitely uses your talents. He'll make sure whatever bounty boards or assignments you get align with his plans without telling you a thing. Just wishes you luck in your killings.

Izaya has pushed people to try and commit suicide. I can see him trying to have you prove your love by killing those closest to you for him. Just wants to test your loyalty a bit and see how you react if you say a parent or sibling pop up as someone you have to kill.

Shizuo

Doesn't care. As long as you don't kill anyone he's attached to then that's fine. He doesn't want to know the details of your job unless he sees that it's starting to wear you down.

Shizuo isn't a fan of the idea that you're an assassin, but he's not going to tell you how to live your life unless it does start to affect him or those he cares about.

As long as his brother and his friends are safe even though he associates with you then that's fine with him.

[chickensoup-4-mysoul]

herculean (drrr x f!reader) - chapter 29

chapter 29 - silver lining

synopsis: maybe this wasn't so bad.

word count: 4,387

warnings: namie's thing for seiji

"i'm making plans for the past so i’m losing touch fast i'm so callow, following a shadow of what i'm supposed to be,, aluminum - daisy the great

Every unfavorable situation has a silver lining.

A sweeping overstatement and a very naive thing to say. However, there are moments in your life where you actually stop and think “Oh. Well this isn’t so bad.” You’re having this moment right now as you sit in Izaya’s desk chair, using your feet to spin the chair so you can track Namie’s location in the room. Said woman is perched on a ladder, thoroughly dusting the tall bookshelves. The man had so many books, you wonder if he actually read them, or if he just kept them for appearances.

Izaya had left a while ago, probably off to do some shady business. It’s just the two of you now, quietly minding your business and enjoying each other’s company--well, you were enjoying her company. She hadn’t really acknowledged your presence all that much. Still, you were content to be in a space with a person. This was more like what you imagined it would be with Izaya--but the man would not keep his mouth shut. Not even during business hours could he refrain from spinning his chair towards you and imparting all of the grisly details of his current task.

While you were not keen on learning about whose place of employment he was giving to whoever, you were partially relieved at the absence of your friends’ names in his little spiels. You mentally scold yourself for using the term. ‘Friends’. They were just people, now. People that you cared about. People who might care about you…

You had hoped that these thoughts would stop coming. That somehow, the eccentric man and stoic woman would fill the void in your heart and dispel any desire to see your old companions. But you always knew that it could never.

God, you’re so tired of moping around like this!

Something topples to the ground, tumbling over the carpet with a dull thud. Namie stares down at the floor, where a book has fallen. You stand from the chair--a little faster than you’d like to admit--making your way over to the bookshelf. “Don’t worry, I’ve got it.” You say, bending down to pick up the book. 

Her eyes trail your hand as you raise it towards her, offering the book. You narrowly catch her gaze flitting to your face before she takes it from you. She pushes it back into place. Seeming to have finished her job, she climbs down the ladder, plucking another set of pages from the shelf on her way down. You don’t even have time to wonder what it is she’s going to do with it--she’s already sitting at her desk, flipping through the pages.

“Oh, I see. That’s what you thought that I meant.” Izaya’s laugh is like nails on a chalkboard to you at this moment. 

“What the hell else could you have meant?”

You had slipped yet another jab at Izaya into your unconventional conversations. It was growing to be one of your favorite hobbies, seeing exactly what you could do or say to throw him off at least a little bit. Guilt never overcame you--after all, he was usually the one who started it. His favorite thing to do was mock you for your ‘fall from grace’, dangling your previous friendships over your head to get a rise out of you. Refusing to give him the satisfaction, you fired back that at least you had friends at some point. You went on to say that the only person that had room to talk was Namie--hell, she even had a great relationship with her brother.

That didn’t garner the reaction that you expected. Now he was just smirking at you, relishing in the pressing gaze you were directing at him. “Well, well, how do I put this lightly…? The love Namie harbors for her brother is quite... one-sided.”

You really thought it would stop there--that Namie was just struggling to rekindle her connection with her brother and that would be the end of it. But then he just kept talking…

“It’s really a shame Seiji got himself a girlfriend...maybe then Namie wouldn’t spend so much time pining after him.” Izaya narrowly dodges something that had been thrown at his head--was that a stapler? Looking over your shoulder, you see the most emotion you had ever seen on Namie’s face. Her dark eyes glare daggers at Izaya. She stands with one hand perched on her desk, the other arm dangling in recovery of a strenuous throw. 

“I don’t know what possessed you to think you had even the slightest right to say his name...but you better not do it again.” The room practically ices over with the venom in her voice. Even you’re tense and her eyes aren’t even on you. 

“Right, right. Forgive me. My mistake.” Izaya is as breezy as ever, going back to his typical evildoings. 

Seiji. That’s that boy you see Mika Harima latched onto all the time, isn’t it? You ponder the likelihood of it being someone with the same name--but then you remember the indifferent, almost empty look on his face, how his dull, dark eyes match Namie’s almost perfectly. What a small world you managed to waltz into.

You’ve felt very awkward around her since then. After all, you wouldn’t be surprised if her animosity at Izaya had grown towards you as well. If you had known her brother was such a sore subject, you would have never brought it up! But how could you have known? It is kinda weird...really weird. Possibly one of the weirdest things you had come across--BUT you could overlook it….if you really really tried.

“I’m sure you’re bored, but can’t you find anything better to do than stare at my face?” Her eyes suddenly meet yours and it’s only then that you realize how long you’ve been staring at her. You’d usually bristle and skitter away--but the indifference painting her face keeps you from getting too flustered. You begin to turn away from her, ready to return to your spot at Izaya’s desk. However, a sudden thought stops you from getting too far. 

“...Were you trying to help me?” With your back facing her, you can’t take any cues from the woman’s face. Her silence baits you to turn back in her direction. Her head is tilted downward, almost buried in the book she was reading. To your surprise, though, her eyes are on you--pupils subtly zeroed in on your form. Bolstered by this, you turn to fully face her. “You sent me that photo of my father, and that document. Izaya obviously didn’t want you to. So…”

“You think I would jeopardize my profession, just to provide you aid in the form of a cryptic hint?” You barely looked away for more than a second, but when you looked back, her eyes had returned to her book. 

“Well, your tone is telling me that the answer is no.” Your feelings aren’t exactly hurt by that--you don’t know why you’d expected any different. After further thought, your lips quirk into a smirk. “Just wanted to piss him off, huh?”

A soft huff. The upward twitch of her smirking lips is so subtle, you barely notice it. Triumphant horns play in some far-off corner of your brain. This lady, she’s cool. 

The room settles back into a comfortable silence. You drape yourself over the back of the couch, your eyelids drifting closed. You weren’t particularly tired--but you found it soothing to just sit there and exist, enjoying the rare occurrence of an empty mind.

The stillness is disrupted by a piercing chime, no doubt from one of Izaya’s many work devices. It was familiar--you’d heard it go off many times as Izaya tapped away at his computer. Writing it off as a random email, you attempt to return to your relaxation. However, only a short moment passes before the chime repeats. Then comes another. And another. And another. 

You huff an irate sigh as you sit up, sparing a glance at Namie. She seems completely unfazed, probably used to the noise. You, however, quickly grew tired of it. Ignoring your body’s screams to be lazy, you extract yourself from the couch to approach Izaya’s desk. There had to be a silence button somewhere. Your eyes scan the many electronics cluttering the man’s workspace. For a moment, it seems impossible to discern which device the noise is coming from. Quickly, though, you spot a laptop that has only been partially closed, its screen still bright and flashing which each chime.

You quickly pull it open, only intending to press whatever button it takes to get the damn thing to shut up--but that plan swiftly escapes your mind once you see what exactly was on the screen.

Bakyura has entered the chatTaro Tanaka has entered the chatSaika has entered the chat

Bakyura: ‘Sup, you guys!Taro Tanaka: Hi!Saika: Hello!Bakyura: Been awful quiet in here...Figured I’d check in and say hey!Bakyura: Glad you guys joined, I was worried I’d be stuck alone with Kanra.

Your eyes scan the screen multiple times, but from the first second, you knew exactly what you were looking at. In the top left corner, where Sora is usually written, Kanra is written instead. So many dots connect in your head all at once. Kanra’s chatty, gossiping nature…”her” ability to sniff out the deepest of rumors rolling around Ikebukuro...of course it was Izaya. Are you surprised? Not even in the slightest.

Setton has entered the chat

Setton: Evening!Taro Tanaka: Hello Setton!Taro Tanaka: Looks like almost everyone is here ^^Bakyura: Yeah, we’re just missing Sora, aren’t we?Bakyura: Where is that dude?Saika: He’s been pretty quiet for a while…Setton: He has, hasn’t he? Hope he’s doing okay…Bakyura: Probably decided we were too lame for him. His loss!Setton: Oh, Kanra’s here! I didn’t even realize.Bakyura: Kanra, since you’re so all-knowing and powerful, what happened to Sora!

Bakyura: HuhTaro Tanaka: She’s quiet too…Setton: Now THAT’S unusual.Bakyura: Can’t say I’m mad about it!Saika: Maybe she’s not near her computer?

As much as your eyes want to remain glued to the screen, you force yourself to push the laptop closed.

“Ladies, I’m home!”

Just in time, the man of the hour waltzes in through the front door, a thin grocery bag dangling from his wrist. Namie, as usual, doesn’t even grant him a turn of the head. Undeterred, Izaya kicks the door closed behind him. He’s only a few steps into the room before his eyes switch to you. You notice the narrow in his gaze as it wanders to your position at his desk, and the laptop you had just shut. It’s obvious what you were doing, and you expect him to call you on it immediately. Instead, a ball of plastic is suddenly hurtling straight toward your face, his arm moving so fast your brain can barely comprehend it.

You’d barely raised your hand to protect your face when the plastic collided with your palms. As your fingers sharply grab it, you feel something crumble a little bit in your grasp. You shoot him an unamused glare, beginning to unwrap whatever ammunition he had attacked you with.

“After a long hard day of grueling work, I have brought home the bacon for the two most important women in my life! What a great man I am.”

The plastic is the grocery bag he had been holding, you realize. You toss it to the side in favor of inspecting to small red package that lived inside it.  

“Instant noodles?” you say flatly. Honestly, you were surprised he hadn’t tossed you a can of dog food.

“Now, what’s that look, huh? You should be grateful I care enough to feed you--not like you can go out yourself and show your face at the convenience store.” The laugh that tears its way through your lips carries a bitter taste.

“Yeah, yeah. What a great man you are. Thanks.”

The sarcasm in your tone seems to be lost on him as a satisfied smile melts across his face. You spin in the desk chair to turn your back to him, and as you do, you hear his long strides carry him in your direction. There’s barely enough time to turn back to look before a lithe hand plants itself on your shoulder. Your eyes meet that wolfish squint of his that you knew all too well. You only quirk an annoyed brow at his invasion of your personal space.

“Now, here I thought you had some sense in you and it’d be a waste of breath telling you that my work is confidential-” He’s cut off by your palm in his face as you push him away from you.

“Unless someone buys it off you, right? Relax…I was just turning the volume off on your computer. The noise was driving me crazy.” Izaya swats your hand away, his sneer now replaced with a much rarer pout. He perches himself on the desk, just far enough to be out of reach. That same sneer then overtakes your face. “Didn’t see anything you didn’t purposely leave open for me to find …I’m not stupid. Never took you for the type to masquerade as a woman on the internet. Well, maybe I did!”

The man snickers, unfazed by your petty teasing. “You’re one to talk. Mr. Sora . Y’know, if you ever wanted to be seen in public again, you could always change your identity and live as a man!” At that moment, he swiftly yanks the back of your hoodie, pulling your hood comically low over your face. He’s back at an unreachable distance before you can retaliate.

“Get bent.” He only shrugs innocently.

“Fine, then I guess you’ll never know which of your friends are who!” No matter how much you liked to pretend there was some sort of power struggle between the both of you, Izaya would always have the power to grab your attention. You hated to admit it, but he had this way of always piquing your innermost curiosity.

You had wondered about it, since long ago, when Celty had shown you the chatroom herself during the Slasher incident. As you chatted with your virtual circle, you found yourself observing each person’s behavior to see which one matched hers. It didn’t stop at Celty. You often saw a bit of Anri in Saika, and the shared name with that demonic sword thing seemed a bit too coincidental. Masaomi disappeared, and magically the similarly rambunctious Byakura appeared in the chat. The ache sneaks into your heart, blossoming into a sting as you think of each of your friends. By the time you catch yourself, it’s too late. Feeling Izaya’s gaze on you, you know that he saw it.

“Not my friends.” Your voice is infuriatingly small, and you can’t even force yourself to face that stupid smirk.

His chuckle is drowned out by the high ring of the telephone. You continue to avert your gaze as he grabs it from beside you. Taking advantage of his distraction, you slip away from the desk and back to the couch. “Ah, well isn’t this a surprise! Haven’t heard from you in a while.” 

The voice on the other end is dulled and muffled. Your trained ears automatically tune out the conversation. Instead, you bury your face into the cushion of the couch and attempt to coax yourself out of the sudden rut you had worked yourself into.

“My, my, sounds like devious business. How shady do you think I am?”

More muffled speech follows before Izaya lets out a sick, satisfied chuckle. You lift your head from the couch, perching your arms over the back cushions to give him a judgemental look. What you’re not expecting is for him to be looking right back at you, face twisted in an expression that sent shivers down your spine. 

“I see…I might just have the place for you. Check your email for the address and I’ll trust that I’ll be receiving your payment as usual.” Izaya slides into his desk chair before swiftly typing something into his laptop. Your eyes burn into the back of his head. What bullshit was he about to cause to invoke a face like that...? Just as quickly as he had opened the laptop, he snapped it closed, immediately turning back to face you.

“Unfortunately, looks like you will be enjoying your delicious meal at home. A colleague called an emergency meeting last minute.” Your lip twitches in annoyance. He was kicking you out!

“What the hell… your colleague ?? You mean another fuckin’ victim?”

“Language! As much as I love to share my exploits, not everyone is keen to extra listeners. So…nighty night!” He’s already turned his back to you, typing away on his monitor. You’d flip him off, but he wouldn’t even see it.

“Whatever, man. Thanks for the noodles, I guess.”

...

Your apartment resided on the side of Ikebukuro that was a little closer to Shinjuku than your usual hangout spots--but the walk home from Izaya’s apartment was still a pain in the ass. A part of you always considers staying the night, since you were probably just gonna come back in the next few days, anyway. But Renji needed to be fed daily and something about spending a night in the same vicinity as Izaya didn’t sit right with you. You wouldn’t be surprised if he gave someone your location so they could ambush you while you were sleeping...although he could still do that even if you slept in your own apartment.

You remember when you used to be so anxious making the first trips back and forth. Your eyes would dart about suspiciously and you would duck your head in fear of anyone recognizing you. The thought of someone finding out that you were fraternizing with the informant had you set on edge. Now, walking under the guise of nothing but an open night sky, you find yourself feeling oddly tranquil. The gray hoodie adorning your form practically swallows you. Even with the hood down, it dulls anything about you that used to stand out so much before. You blend in with the night, another nameless, storyless face lost in the city of Ikebukuro.

Nameless and storyless; friendless. Is that what you wanted to become? Were you becoming it, whether you wanted to or not?

Stop being so damn introspective all the fucking time.  

You blame Brigall for those sickeningly melancholy thoughts. Any thought that had you aching to hug Erika, hold Walker’s chilled hands, swipe Kyohei’s beanie off of his head, listen to Ruri with Saburo, pick out earrings for Anri, tease Mikado, stare into Shizuo’s eyes again…

That wasn’t you. That wasn’t you! That’s the other girl--the girl that a man injected into you with his weird, herculean, scientific bullshit or whatever. But even as her personality fades…her feelings are still there. The adoration, the compassion, the warmth, the attraction, the yearning …

The pulsing sting in your eyes and nose has you furiously wiping at your face. Not yet, please--not now. You had made it to the front of your apartment building, only an elevator ride standing between you and at least some semblance of comfort. The tranquil chime of the elevator carried a dull echo as if it was playing from far away. As your feet drag themselves through the hall, you ponder what you should do to distract yourself today. There was bound to be some shitty TV or movies to binge until you fell asleep. You guess you should whip up those noodles, too…

Your train of thought is abruptly halted when you realize your door is unlocked. Shit, did you forget to lock it when you left earlier? You were on the top floor, in a pretty well-off area(considering the city). Hopefully, somebody wouldn’t think to try the door. However, as you step inside, your heart stops. 

You hadn’t been using much of your lights the past few weeks. The natural sunlight coming through the windows was fine. As the sun set, the television and a few candles kept you from sitting in complete darkness. Those bright, fluorescent lights…they reminded you of that sterile, bright white hell--so you kept them turned off at all times.

So why were all of the lights turned on?

“Shit…” The word leaves you breathlessly. Looking around the kitchen and living room, not a thing looked out of place. The same dirty dishes piled up in the sink. Various sweaters and shirts decorated the couch. More importantly, the giant television was still there. Nothing looked any more ransacked than it already was. But someone had to have been in here. Someone could still be in here. 

You quietly traverse deeper into the apartment, ears searching intensely for any noise. You pause as you reach the kitchen counter. After a moment of contemplation, you reach towards the knife block and pull out the last one there, a small paring knife. If you didn’t have to be quiet, you would scoff at yourself. What the hell would you do with this? The further you moved into the living room, the more you hoped you wouldn’t be needing to defend yourself at all. 

That’s when you heard it.

A soft sound. So light, you had barely caught it. Then a slightly heavier sound. Then a zipper. You slowly turn in the direction of the sound, as if a mere click of your neck could alert the intruder of your presence. Sure enough, there was the door to your bedroom, pulled wide open. Soft shadows cast themselves through the doorway. You watched as they moved in an unidentifiable shape.

What were your options here? You could leave--hope Izaya’s meeting is over by the time you get back and break your streak of never spending the night at his place. But then what? Come back and hope there’s not someone squatting in your apartment? Let yourself get robbed in the case that they do find something valuable? You liked some of your things! You had no cash anywhere in the apartment, and you wouldn’t be surprised if they took something of yours to sell. And what if they came back for more? And where was Renji?

You think back to that night in the alley--when that guy had attacked you and you most certainly sent him to the hospital. Your strength was a product of torture and exploitation. It made you less of a human and more of a monster. But with it…you could defend yourself against almost anything. You stare at the small paring knife in your palm. Your fingers into a fist round it, before you carefully set it aside.

You press your back to the wall as you sneak down the hallway to your room. As you grow closer, the shadow grows into a clearly human shape. You watch it closely, trying to gain a sense of what this person looked like--their height, and subsequently their strength. Your shoulder softly touches against the doorframe, signaling that you’ve gotten the closest you can without being visible through the doorway. Shit how were you going to do this-

Swoop in and pounce? Slip in and go for the sneak attack? What if you punch first, ask questions later? What if it was someone really weak? What if this was all a misunderstanding?

Suddenly, you realize the shadow beginning to become a bit too clear. The sound of approaching footsteps meets your ears before they’re drowned out by the pounding of your own heart. They were coming, and they were gonna see you . Any ounce of your planning is replaced by pure panic as they approach the door.

A lump wells up in your throat as your mind races. Through the muddled thoughts, something slips through to the foreground of your brain. A sense of stillness washes over you as the thought fully dawns on you. Hold on…

This is your goddamn apartment!

Taking in a huge breath, you whip around and swing yourself through the doorframe. Upon immediate entry, you know somebody was there--as you suspected, closer to the door than before. You come face to face with a blurry mass--not close enough to easily collide but still within a limb's reach. You don’t make out a face, or even a body. Your comprehension cannot stem beyond the fight or flight chemicals pumping through your bloodstream. You don’t know whether to attack; to strike or shove. So you grab, fingers scrambling for purchase on whatever they can latch onto. A smooth, soft fabric is crumpled in your grasp and you pull--more like yank the person towards you. You find your bodies whirling as you spin to shove them against the wall.

“(Y-Y/N)!”

Your heart skips a beat as your name sputters from their lips. Breath heaves its way from your chest in the sudden stillness. Blinking rapidly, you attempt to clear your flurried and frightened vision. 

The first thing you see are gray eyes, so deeply sunken you could almost trace the shape of the skeleton. They’re shadowed by scraggly, unkempt strands of dark brown hair. Accompanied by an overgrown beard, most of this person’s face is obscured. 

A gasp, sharp and breathless, shoots out of you. It feels as though a rock settled its way into your intestines, nestling into places it should never be. For a moment, it feels like you've been stabbed through the gut--but as you stagger backward, you’re sure that you’re completely unscathed.

All of this from a person’s eyes.

His eyes.

Half of your subconscious struggles to recognize him. His hair is much too messy, his beard grown much too long, his gaze too empty--and where are his glasses?

The other half, however, knows him too well. Knows that unsettling, disheveled appearance. That unyielding stare. The clashingly pristine, white lab coat.

His face seems to split in half to make room for his wide, ill-practiced smile. It doesn’t suit his face. It looks as though his skin is screaming at the unfamiliar stretch. He opens his arms wide, a gesture intended to appear welcoming, but on him feels like anything otherwise. His lips part, and that graveled voice painfully pierces your ears.

“(Y/N).... my dear daughter…”

[tiaragqueen]

The Sleeping Horror

Yandere! Izaya Orihara x Female! Reader

Hello! It’s been years, hasn’t it? Idk if you guys missed me, but I do miss writing for other fandom beside genshin and twst. I was planning to make a whole new account, but I was too lazy so here I am! Let’s start with something ‘soft’ and fantastical, shall we? Inspired by the line in the Wikipedia page of his relationship with Shizuo: “Izaya also holds the belief that only humans possess the ability to slay monsters.” And Sleeping Beauty story (would you believe me if I told you I rewrote this three times?).

Admittedly, marriage wasn’t something Izaya really had in mind.

Not because he was a player, but because he was still young. Still adventurous. Still mischievous. He wanted to see more people, more kingdoms, more chaos. His position as a prince allowed him that much, but it also came with many responsibilities. And one of them was an arranged marriage.

Until now, Izaya wasn’t sure how to react when he found out he was already betrothed since birth. On one hand, he was somewhat irritated with the fate his father had oh-so-kindly lay out in front of him. Even as a child, he should at least have some freedom to choose his own suitor, right? It wasn’t as if he was a particularly naïve kid who thought suitors were equal to playmates. He’d always been intelligent, albeit quieter and more distant.

But on the other hand, you sounded quite… interesting. Yes, sounded, because he’d never seen you. There wasn’t even a painting of you somewhere in your castle. It was either you vanished or you only existed in people’s imagination. Then, his father, Shirou, disproved of the latter because he recounted a story that happened during your christening. Apparently, your father had enraged a wicked fairy by excluding her from the event and she promptly avenged her wounded ego by cursing you to prick your finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel before the sun set on your sixteenth birthday and die. One of the pixie fairies whom your father did invite, used her blessing to weaken the curse so that instead of dying, you’d fall into a deep sleep, only broken by true love’s kiss. Because, apparently, her magic wasn’t strong enough to undo the curse. So, your father ordered all spinning wheels throughout the kingdom be burned and the remains were hidden in the dungeon.

It certainly explained why Izaya heard a few peasants grumbling about the lack of spinning wheels when he occasionally visited your kingdom. But, alas, Shirou didn’t seem to know about your whereabouts. It didn’t help that he forbade him from mentioning the incident to your own father too, despite the fact that Izaya had a right to know as your fiancé.

So, using the intelligence he’d built up after years of scheming and illicit dealings, Izaya managed to pinpoint your location. It was a humble cottage in the middle of the forest, secluded enough to avoid the wicked fairy’s eyes but not enough for his. Izaya smirked as if he’d won a high-staking gamble, and with the leverage he had on your father, it could be described as one. Shirou wasn’t a fool, but his job as a king did prevent him from knowing the full extent of Izaya’s secret occupation and hobby.

And thus, Izaya set out to find his cursed fiancée. As expected, you were every bit of a country bumpkin; naïve and improper. It was clear that you’d never seen a stranger beyond your three bumbling fairy ‘aunts’, judging by how you openly gaped at his sudden appearance when you were singing to your animal friends. And yet, Izaya allowed your curiosity shine through, anyway, if not because of how pathetically cute you looked right now. Like a dog, or a kitten, that he could easily pick up and bring somewhere else because you were just so defenseless.

Did your aunts even teach you not to trust a stranger, whoever it was?

Apparently, no. Because there was a limit to how ‘human’ they could pretend to be, and you wouldn’t have known any better because they were all you had growing up. Even now, a good parent shouldn’t let their daughter play too long in the forest where anything and everything could happen to her, especially when she didn’t possess any self-defense skills.

Especially when she was you, a princess in hiding.

Perhaps you were lucky that he was the one who met you. Izaya couldn’t imagine what would happen if it was that wicked fairy instead?

… Or he could! There was no limit for possibilities in his mind. That was how he could stay entertained despite so many of his plans veering off their tracks.

Truly, it’d be a shame if you were to get caught, right?

Well, it would, but he wouldn’t do that. He wanted to see what would happen if he didn’t intervene in the course of your life. Would it end happily ever after like Shirou hoped? Or would it become a nightmare for you and your kingdom instead? So far, you were the most interesting woman he’d ever met despite your obvious flaws, which some lessons in table manners and etiquette could rectify. And perhaps Izaya would bestow more of his ‘love for humanity’ in keeping you by his side regardless, even if the latter were to befall you.

Was this what the power of bias felt like? It wasn’t that bad, and it might’ve made him feel a bit closer to being a human, but Izaya wanted to know more about your feelings when you found out that he pitied you. Would you be offended? Touched? Upset?

Ah, the possibilities were truly endless, weren’t they?

Apparently, you’d fallen for him at first meeting, and were excited to tell your aunts about him when they revealed your true status as a betrothed princess. You could never meet ‘him’ again, they said. It was somewhat foolish of them to not allow you to tell them about him, but then again, Izaya doubted they’d known him let alone see his face. It was enough that they neglected you most of the time, albeit accidentally. How could he trust them to remember who he was?

Then, the fated thing happened.

The wicked fairy found out about you.

After the fairies brought you to your father’s castle in disguise, they let you grieve over your broken heart in your new room. But the wicked fairy used your sadness to entrance you and led you to an abandoned tower. All this time, Izaya watched from the shadows without anyone’s knowledge, not even your own father. His fingers twitched with an unexplainable urge to help you when you were forced to touch the conjured spinning wheel, while his brain – the more dominant part of him – convinced him to watch a little longer. It wasn’t as if he could challenge the fairy head-on, and he didn’t have any magic to do so despite his yearning heart.

Eventually, you succumbed to the curse, and the wicked fairy gloated over it to your belated aunts.

While waking you up with a kiss sounded ideal, it was more tempting to kill the wicked fairy first of all, if not to feel the rush of adrenaline and victory in his hands. Maybe you’d be grateful for it too, and thus, strengthening your love for him and salvaging your broken heart. But since he didn’t have the appropriate weapon to defeat her, Izaya was left to approach the pixies.

“Excuse me. You three look quite flustered. Is there something wrong?”

“Oh, my! You surprised me there, young man.” the pink one gasped, holding her tiny chest. “A-and no, we’re fine. Thank you for asking.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, still with the amiable smile that took him years of etiquette lessons and scheming to perfect. “You see, I have a fiancée, and I was told that I’d be seeing her today.”

They exchanged quizzical glances at each other.

“My name is Izaya Orihara.” He took a medal from his pocket as a proof of his own identity. “I’m betrothed to the princess of this kingdom. But, unfortunately, I was never able to see her. It upsets me terribly to postpone another meeting with her, when we should’ve been together since the very first start.”

Izaya languished at them through a sad friends as he clutched the medal desperately. Almost all too easily, the fairies fell to his trap with a sympathetic ‘aw’. They didn’t even question why he had the medal in his pocket rather than in his person as a prince should be. But, at least, he wasn’t lying.

“It is against our nature to be in the way of fate, especially a fated love.” said the green one. “A wicked fairy has cursed your fiancée to sleep forever unless awaken by a true love’s kiss, and she’s currently sleeping in this tower right now.”

“Ah, how terrible.” Izaya moaned sadly. “I wish I could do something to that fairy for daring to hurt my precious fiancée.”

Once again, they looked at each other.

“Let us help you with a bit of our magic, Child.” The blue one declared. “Hopefully, with these, you can end the wicked fairy’s reign of darkness once and for all.”

They armed him with the Sword of Truth and the Shield of Virtue, which they stated to be weapons of righteousness that would triumph over evil, and Izaya felt more powerful than ever. He wondered if he could even beat them with these, but they might prove their usefulness again in the future. That, and it’d be easier to manipulate you with them seeing as they were practically a ‘family’ to you.

And so, the group traveled to the mountain where the wicked fairy lived and began the most exhilarating battle he’d ever had. Cornered, the fairy transformed into a fire-breathing dragon. Another wrench to his plan, but Izaya wasn’t too worried because his agility saved their lives at the end of the day. He managed to stab her through her chest with great effort and watched her fall from the cliff.

Truly, only humans had the ability to slay monsters.

“That was wonderful, Child!” the blue fairy gushed, while the others clapped and nodded in agreement.

Izaya feigned a humble chuckle.

“I couldn’t possibly do that without your help, either, so please don’t give me all the credits.”

Flattered as they were, they hadn’t forgotten their second priority: waking you up with a true love’s kiss.

But, shockingly enough, Izaya’s kiss did nothing to your sleeping self.

“H-how could this be?!” the pink one shrieked. “Prince Izaya is supposed to be her fiancé, so why doesn’t it work?!”

While they proceeded to question each other, Izaya took the time to observe you. Your forehead was wrinkled as if suffering from a nightmare, your lips parted slightly as if wanting to say something, and your hands grasped the red roses as if trying to protect yourself with it.

It was far from the peaceful sight he’d expected to see, and the realization brought a mocking, almost humorless laugh from his throat.

“What’s wrong? Why are you laughing?’

“No, it’s nothing. Pardon my unseemly reaction.” said he, wiping his teary eye with his gloved hand. “May I ask you to bring her father here?”

“The King? What can you possibly need from him?”

“You said that only a true love’s kiss can wake her up, right? Well, he’s the one who asked you to protect her. Isn’t that what a ‘true love’ is? The feeling of wanting to protect someone?”

And such feeling wasn’t strong enough within him, or rather, he merely allowed it to wash over him. Otherwise, he would’ve stopped the wicked fairy from bewitching you earlier. Besides, Izaya was too logical to ever fall for someone at first meeting, no matter how interesting they were, and the curse said nothing about needing both parties to love each other for it to be broken.

While the fairies were occupied in bringing your father, Izaya approached one of the maids that happened to pass by.

“Bring me the dragon’s head from the cliff in the wicked fairy’s mountain.”

“Is it her own head?”

He merely smiled, and the spy nodded with a sigh. He wasn’t sure how you’d react once you woke up, but it didn’t hurt to have another ‘decoration’ inside his room. Then, he returned to the tower where your father was already standing at the bedside.

“P-Prince Izaya?!” he stammered. “Since when have you been here? Shouldn’t you notify me beforehand? Why are you dressing so... casually?”

“Now, now, that part isn’t as important as our dear princess is. And I must say, I’m quite hurt to know that you neglected to tell me that she’s been cursed all along.”

Your father flinched and looked down guiltily.

“I didn’t want it to become an international problem.”

“But there were many guests at that time, no? Don’t you think I deserve to know, as her fiancé?” Despite the feelings that Izaya didn’t quite absorb and understand, and your flaws that he mocked and used, a hint of bitterness managed to slip through his tongue. He waved his hand dismissively, both to your father and to his own emotions. “Regardless, you have the duty to save your daughter from the curse. So, go ahead. Don’t worry about the wicked fairy. I’ve slayed her, and her body is at the bottom of the cliff in her own abode. I’ll bring her head if you don’t believe me.”

The fairies gasped, while your father merely gaped, shocked at his callousness. The king glanced at the pixies, and they nodded hesitantly, confirming the part of the battle.

“I… I believe you.”

Slowly, he hovered over your face for a moment before he leaned down to press a deep kiss onto your forehead. Your troubled face relaxed little by little, and Izaya almost felt jealous when you fluttered your eyes open.

“She’s awake!” one of the pixies enthused.

Your father heaved a sigh of relief and smiled almost shakily. And yet, when your eyes landed on Izaya, they immediately widened in fear.

“No, I refuse to marry him!”

[happyandticklish]

Fucking my man up on this fine Monday afternoon 😌

[envy-of-the-apple]

I'm 99% sure it was called "Forever Yours" and it was a yandere oneshot series basically of a ton of popular anime boys from the time. The ones I remember were the Tokyo Ghoul dude, there were some Death Note guy chapters, there was the ML from Kamisama kiss, OH and the white haired guy from Psycho-Pass. There were like 50 chapters. It had probably a million likes or something it was INSANELY popular.

Ryntymy also had some other ongoing fics (and a ryntymny/reader crack fic, god, love them for that), but god it's soooo hard to remember.

i DID find a post about one of the fics i knew of that was actually REALLY GOOD that you would have LOVED (it was very similar to saltburn although it's quotev so this yandere was ofc pretty tame):

https://www.reddit.com/r/Quotev/comments/1b652gu/trying_to_find_old_x_reader_fic/

as for what's still up... hm. i do remember parallel ink, and also psychadelic peanut (they had this really trippy izaya fic):

https://www.quotev.com/story/9754667/Unfortunate-YandereIzaya-Orihara-x-Reader/1

AH parallel ink wrote kingdom of possession, which i DO remember:

https://www.quotev.com/story/6759314/Kingdom-of-Possession-Yandere-King-x-Reader

and there was this one series that was ACTUALLY quizzes, which was neat:

https://www.quotev.com/quiz/8085561/Out-of-Sight-Out-of-Mind

this one was a pretty fun sort of mystery style thing:

https://www.quotev.com/story/11260294/Seesaw/1

and this one was like. formative for my longing for pathetic masochistic men. i wasn't super into it back then but THE SEEDS WERE PLANTED:

https://www.quotev.com/story/8901227/Then-Came-You-Sadistic-Reader-x-Yandere-Character-One-Shots/2

SEESAW????? I lovedddd that fic so so much ahhhh it was amazing!!! the fic put me in so much denial cuz i was like 'its him! wait no its not him? wait it IS him? no wait-' very very entertaining

speaking of murder mystery yandere fics...there was this one where the reader was isekaid onto a train and quickly pieces together that all of the passengers resemble ppl from this book they read years ago...except they cant remember the ending aka they dont know who the murderer is. pretty sure the author deleted it but it was good!

its so funny you mention psychedelic peanut cuz i remember they got canceled???? actually...pretty sure parallel ink did too...as well the rest of their clique....and thats why i zipped outta the quotev yandere community!

actually that one aot isekai i was talking about was hosted on quotev! pretty much the height of literature, there's no competition. if i dont find it im just tempted to just rewrite it.

Curse of a Broken Promise is still up there and i think it still holds up! its a yandere kaneki ken fic and the writing is so....whimsical? idk how to explain it but it whenever i read it i always felt so sad. good read!

Imperishable affection (yandere!mafioso x reader) is ALSO written by the same author. basically yandere mafia boss guy threatens you into loving him or else your family dies yada yada so ofc the mc does. for a quotev yandere fic its pretty dark actually.

You Need Me (Yandere Manipulator x reader) THIS was the fic that brought me into the yandere thing. and the author used to update EVERY day so this whole this was an event. and the TWIST i remember being 14 and gasping like 'omg he did EVERYTHING???' very very good

If you want a izayax reader fic whos author WASNT wierd might i suggest Twisted Obsession. Beautiful writing. Its better than most ao3 writing actually and wayyy above mine. I love the way this author characterizes Izaya in this and the backstory for why hes so strange is pretty believable. like i fully believe it should be canon.

Savior Complex is an aot isekai where the mc gets whisked into a yandere sim where Petra is the love interest and the rest of the aot cast is obsessed with her. but we can all guess what happens. pretty good tho!!!

BUT EVERYONE GO READ PRETTY its a gojo x LATINA READER AHHHHHH YESSSS. i just LOVE LOVE LOVE the way this author writes. its so poetic and there's so much left up for interpretation.

[lesinquietes]

maybe i'm blind and stupid and clueless and ignorant to it, but i feel like i never see people give izaya access to saika in any fics 😭 like they sleepin on the potential fr

OMG STOP—

He somehow gets his hands on saika and tries to cut darling with it. That said, I feel like for this to happen, he’d have to find some way to dominate Saika’s influence because Izaya isn’t the type to bend to others…

But fuck logic let’s imagine it

You immediately know something’s up when the information broker rings your buzzer at midnight. You haven’t spoken to him since he confessed his feelings for you. He was certain you’d feel the same way. You didn’t — you don’t. You could tell he was shocked by your rejection, though he tried to play it off. The split second wherein his guard dropped, and you could see the scowl etched across his handsome face, was enough to validate your weariness.

You peer through the glass hole. What does he have in his hands…? Is that… a bouquet? You suppose he didn’t hear you the first time, or perhaps he’s simply stubborn.

Cautiously, you unlock the door. You’re careful to keep the chain latched, so that he can’t force his way inside. He leers at you through the small crack, wearing a peculiar smile.

“Ah, there you are.” He purrs, voice like velvet. “Are you really going to leave me out here in the cold?”

“You have more than enough money to buy the best winter jackets.” You scoff. “Don’t give me that shit.”

“Aw, hey~ don’t be like that, (f/n),” he whines. “I can buy you nice things too, y’know… if you were my woman.”

His tone deepens when he utter the last bit. It causes your heart to drop. There’s no doubt that he’s attractive, but you know a relationship with him would be unhealthy. Besides, you’d hate to ruin your budding friendship with Shizuo.

“Enough.” You sigh, shaking your head. “I’m going to bed.”

“Wait!” He vies. “At least take your flowers.”

You hesitate. They sure looked nice. But you know it’s probably a trap. Although he isn’t known to use brute force against anyone, save for his worst enemies, you’ve noticed his fascination with you transcends his typical behaviour. You don’t trust his intentions.

“You can leave them on my doorstep, if you like.” You suggest. “Goodnight.”

You move to latch the door. He doesn’t let you. Through the bouquet, a sword zips forward. It nearly stabs you in the chest. You throw yourself backwards and scramble into your apartment. You watch in horror as the blade slices your chain and the black-haired menace welcomes himself into your home. He gazes around mindfully, inspecting your decor and the small space you’ve selected for yourself.

“Wow, you’re really living paycheck to paycheck, huh?”

His comment strikes a nerve. You’re saving up to get something better. Not a day goes by where you don’t work your ass off for a brighter future. Does he think you like working at a convenience store every day?

“What are you doing?!” You cry. “Get out!”

You back up further when he advances. Neither of you stop until your back hits a wall. You whimper when you realize there’s nowhere left to flee. So much for you telling him to do anything.

“Y’know, you’ve been pretty mean to me since you moved to Ikebukuro.” He teases with a playful wink. “Are you the type to bully your crushes?”

“No!” You shout defensively. “I don’t have a crush on you!”

“Oh no~?”

His tone is dangerous. He shifts the sword so that the tip rests beneath your chin. Gently, he uses it to tilt your head up. Your expression is adorable. He needs to scare you more often.

“Y’know, other men would take what they want and kill you.”

He dips Saika down to your top. It’s a tank. He taps the sharp edge over one of your straps. The thin fabric snaps easily. Panic zips through you.

“Izaya, please,” you beg. “Don’t do this.”

“Ah, me?” He feigns hurt. “I’m not doing anything. It’s this sword, here.”

He retracts Saika. You can feel something is different about the blade. It’s humming ever so gently, coaxing you, vying for you to touch it. Leave it to the informant to get his hands on a demonic weapon, of all things.

“It wants exactly what I want.” He gazes at your reflection in the shiny metal. “Your love~”

He hooks the sword back under your chin. You hold your breath. If you move an inch, it could slice you. He holds your gaze as he scopes your figure m, taking his time eyeing his prize. He’s never been ashamed of the desire he has for you; even Gods have needs.

“Do you want to be mine?”

You swear his irises flicker red for a second. He’s insane, but maybe you can deceive him long enough to get away. He’s got liquid fast reflexes, and you’ve seen him go head-to-head with Shizuo; nonetheless, you have an advantage the blonde hulk doesn’t — Izaya likes you. A powerful man like him has gotten wrapped in the throes of lust. Love throws logic out the window.

You have a chance.

“Y-yes!” You lie. “I-I think… I-I think just n-needed to come around.”

“Oh?” He raises a thin black brow. “You do?”

Izaya knows you don’t. You would have jumped at the opportunity earlier if you were truly devoted to him. He’s fascinated that you would lie to him at a time like this. He didn’t peg you for the type to use deception as a bargaining chip.

He wants to see how this tango progresses.

“That’s a fast change of mind.” He remarks slyly. “Why don’t you walk me through how you came around.” He offers you a playful wink. “Just so I know I can trust you.”

You have to spin a fresh lie on your feet. Noticeably, you scramble.

“Um… well… it’s… been hard in this city.” You start. “And uh… I’ve been thinking about your proposition from last week.”

“You mean when I asked you to dinner at Russia Sushi?” He simpers fondly. “An innocent offer that you shut down.”

“I did!” You confess, inhaling deeply. “A-and I’m sorry… I-I think… that would be nice.”

You’d rather die than be seen in public with him at this point. He’s broken into your home and assaulted you with a weapon. He’s threatening to harm you if you don’t conform to his twisted game of boyfriend-and-girlfriend. If you get out of this alive, you’re going to make sure everyone knows what he did to you this evening. Simon can give him more than a plate of raw fish the next time he visits.

“That’s great news!” He sings, outwardly overjoyed by your admittance. “I knew you’d come around.”

He removed the blade from your neck. You’re permitted to climb to your feet. He opens his arms for a hug. You have to keep up with appearances, don’t you? If you race away too soon, he’ll grab you. It’s best to continue lowering his défenses until you have a break.

Hesitantly, you enter his embrace. He embraces you gingerly. His cologne smells smooth and expensive. Everything about him exudes money and privilege. Briefly, you wonder what it would be like to have that sort of lifestyle.

Unfortunately, you’ll discover the answer to your fantasy in due time.

Izaya sighs. There’s a sorrow to it that causes you to pause. You freeze in his grasp. By the time you consider moving, it’s far too late.

“I’m not stupid, darling~”

He jabs the tip of Saika into the back of your neck. It’s a shallow wound, but effects are immediate. You perk up at the unfamiliar sensation of control leaving your body. Out of nowhere, your mind goes practically blank, and all thoughts centre around… him?

Oh.

Yes, him. Him. Izaya. The love of your life. Your savoir. Holder of Saika. Your everything.

Your irises turn a shade of crimson. Instinctively, you wrap your arms around his neck and press your body close to him. The fur from his jacket tickles you while you focus on nuzzling into his warmth. There’s a comfort to him that wasn’t there before; you can’t seem to get enough.

“Oh, my love,” you whisper, starstruck. “I was so lonely until you came along.”

He wraps a lithe arm around your waist. Unlike prior, he can tell you’re serious. Saika has you possessed, and that means you’re incapable of feeling any other way, so long as he holds this power.

“I know, sweetheart.” He purrs, pressing a chaste kiss to your head. “You’re such an impressionable little thing in this big bad city. You need someone to protect you, right?”

You nod.

“A boyfriend?”

You nod.

“A lover?”

You nod.

“A Master.”

For a fourth time, you bob your head, agreeing to any statement that comes from his mouth. It doesn’t matter. Nothing but him matters. You don’t remember what you were so worried about before. Work, saving up for school, your family, your friends — none of those things are important to you.

Izaya Orihara is your world.

He guides you to the front door of your apartment. Someone will find this mess tomorrow. He’ll get one of his contacts in the force to clean it up and concoct a story about how he saves you from a drugged-out maniac hunting for shelter. Ikebukuro is dangerous these days. You moved in with him because there’s no one better to offer you safety in this part of Japan.

[shujiforever]

18+ can follow/reblog, etc. but I probably won't interact with you unless you're at least 21. Blocks are not personal - I'm just too old for ya.

Mostly Tokyo Revengers, but other anime/manga/etc. make appearances such as..

Jujutsu Kaisen

NANA

Psycho-Pass

Obey Me

Durarara

My original posts: #nobody asked cat.

Asks: #somebody asked cat.

My first fic! A Suitable Punishment (Shuji Hanma x Reader)

Twitter/X: @ShujiForever (I don't post much)

Please do not repost any of my works or post them to other sites.

My Blorbos

just in case anyone was interested

If you like any of them too, @ me and we can obsess together!

We'll just get started with the NUMBER 1.

I mean, just look at him.

Tokyo Revengers: SHUJI HANMA

Jujutsu Kaisen: Suguru Geto Nana: Takumi Ichinose

Durarara: Izaya Orihara Psycho Pass: Shogo Makishima

[ethereal-blossom]

For the follower celebration, Izaya Orihara: N, O, R

(N) Night = How are nights spent with them?

They can be a bit lonely sometimes if Izaya is out running errands to gain information and ruin someone's night. However! They can also be cozy. When Izaya is behind his computer chatting as Nakura, his heart skips a bit as you walk up to him and push his chair back a little, only to then make it comfortable sitting in his lap. Izaya might act smug about it, but he loves the proximity and connection of it. Especially when you wrap your arms around him and nestles your head in his neck. Suddenly, this man is typing extra fast with one hand so he can have the other one wrapped around you.

At nights when Izaya is free, he likes to eat together or walk through city nights with you. I think any form of quality time is a little peace of heaven for Izaya, especially if he can observe your reactions.

(O) Open = When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?

It depends a little on how you meet, but it is going to be a slow process either way. Izaya does not trust easily and he is very protective of his heart, scared to get hurt, so he will test you to see what your intentions are. If you prove him you sincerely want to be a friend for him (which will eventually lead to becoming his lover) you'll have won his trust. When Izaya opens up about certain feelings, he will do it subtly and hide them in sentences that sound casual but actually say a lot.

(R) Remember = What is their favorite moment in your relationship?

I already shortly mentioned this, but the proximity. A part of Izaya does care about connection even though he avoids it, like how he was a bit bummed when he wasn't invited to Shinra's hotpot and punched a street light when his only friend was mad at him. Izaya's parents also sound neglectful which can add to perhaps a certain loneliness. Also, children of emotionally neglectful parents tend to be more clingy so that also adds to why I think Izaya would love the moments you are together. Especially since he might have buried the craving for relationships very deeply that he is absolutely starved for them, and giving a starved person one bite leads to even a bigger desire.

Not going to lie, I think once you have gained Izaya's trust and punched cracks into his guard he would be absolutely devoted to you. Maybe not in the sense that he will always put you above his work, but you'll be his favorite human that he loves to cling to. If someone even pisses you off Izaya is going to have such a fun time messing up their life.

[characterreaderwriter]

Welcome to my Blog!

Hello there! I'm a predominantly Character!Reader writer who will do scenarios, one-shots, fics, and headcannons!

Be Warned; I Write Night Raven College as an actual college so the students are young adults (Ortho is still baby). For MHA, I'm writing AFTER the War where the characters are all Pro Heroes and 18+ so be careful if you don't want spoilers for that.

Fandoms and Characters I Write For

Obey Me! Shall We Date?

The Brothers

Diavolo

Barbatos

Simeon (+ platonic!Luke)

Solomon

Disney's Twisted Wonderland

Heartslabyul

Savanaclaw [My Dorm]

Octavinelle

Scarabia

Pomefiore

Ignihyde (Ortho is Platonic)

Diasomnia

Yuuya Kuroki {Novel Yuu}

Genshin Impact (Children/Teens Are Strictly Platonic)

Aether

Dainsleif

Mondstadt

Liyue

Inazuma

Sumeru [I Don't Write For Dori]

Fontaine

My Hero Academia

Class 1-A [I Don't Write For Mineta]

Hitoshi Shinsou

Shouta Aizawa

Dabi

Tomura Shigaraki

Geten

Eri (Platonic)

Bungou Stray Dogs

The Armed Detective Agency [I Don't Write For The Tanizaki Twins] (Platonic Fukuzawa & Kyōka)

Chuuya Nakahara

Ryūnosuke Akutagawa

Nikolai Gogol

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Sigma

Saigiku Jōno

Tetchō Suehiro

Black Butler (Ciel, Finny, Soma & Alois Are Platonic)

Phantomhive Manor

Trancy Manor

Snake

Pluto

Agni

Drossel Keinz

Undertaker

Ash Landers

Honkai Star Rail

Dan Heng

Blade

Caelus

Gepard

Veritas Ratio

Boothill

Aventurine

Sunday

Argenti

Luka

Luocha

Jing Yuan

The Remarried Empress

Navier

Sovieshu (Reactions Only)

Platonic Rashta

Heinley/Heinrey

Kosair

Duke Kaufman

McKenna

Duke Ergi

Beauty and The Beasts (Reader Is Depicted As Beastperson Capable Of Shifting Regardless Of Gender)

Winston

Shuu

Muir

Curtis

Parker

Harvey

Bluepool

Qin

Molly/Jane

Romance In The Beastworld (Same As Beauty and The Beasts)

White King/Bai Di

Frost Cloud/Shuang Yun

Sang Ye

Lin Huanhuan

Inuyasha

Inuyasha

Kagome

Sesshōmaru

Koga

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Zuko

Mai

Platonic Gaang

Platonic Azula

Stardew Valley

The Bachelors (Platonic Shane)

The Bachelorettes

Durarara!!

Shizuo Heiwajima

Kasuka Heiwajima

Izaya Orihara

Celty Sturluson

Shinra Kishitani

Vorona (Platonic)

Kyōhei Kadota

Walker Yumasaki

Erika Karisawa

Saburo Togusa

Chikage Rokujō

Servamp

Kuro | Sleepy Ash

Mahiru Shirota (Platonic)

Hyde | Lawless

Licht Jekylland Todoroki

Jeje | Doubt-Doubt

Mikuni Alicein

Freya | The Mother

Ildio | World End

Misono Alicein (Platonic)

Snow Lily | All of Love

Tsubaki

Berkia

Sakuya Watanuki (Platonic)

Characters I Write Reader As

Pretty much everyone I write for I'll write the reader as; however, be specific with how you want your request. If you ask for X Character!Reader, it's usually romantic. If you ask for & Character!Reader, it's usually platonic.

I will not write Character!Reader if the character reader is to be based off is a child, i.e. Klee!Reader. If you want Character!Reader to be that specific character, I write them as being an older sibling of that character and having similar characteristics. [This is the only exception I will make as I am a primarily Character!Reader blog]

I will, however, write Character!Reader based off a teenage character, i.e. Crona!Reader; this is strictly platonic.

I write gender-neutral pronouns unless requested otherwise.

I'll also write Character!Reader when the character is from a fandom not listed here, like Chat Noir!Reader (in the context of Reader having the Cat Miraculous). If you're not sure, you can ask; I'm not terribly mean. [If you're interested in Human Sans/Papyrus!Reader, I'm up for writing them as well]

What I Write

Family Bonding

Angst

Fluff

Comfort

SFW

Slightly Suggestive

Same-Sex Relationships

Found Family

Family Feels

Pregnancy

What I DON'T Write

Pedophilia

Yandere

Homophobia

Transphobia

Most Fetishes

Paraphilia

Abuse

Self-Harm

Suicide

NSFW [Originally in DO write but the more I thought about it, the more awkward I felt thinking about it so I'm taking it off the table]

[madhousefruitcake]

Izaya’s route part two download + bonus comic

Art by Fi. Thanks for all your hard work!

Aren’t childhood memories lovely?

We hope you enjoy both the bonus comic and Izaya’s part 2 here! Per usual, the password is Baccano.

EDIT: Good ending glitch fixed.

[randoimago]

Hello. Some headcanons of Izaya dating S/O, who willingly helps him in his plans, please?

S/O Helps With His Plans

Fandom: Durarara

Character(s): Izaya Orihara

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): Oh Izaya. I still would like to strangle him 🥰

The funny thing is that you don't help him with his plans. Even if you're willing, he never tells you his true plans and gives you little tasks to do to throw you in the path of his actual plans.

He won't (always) put you in danger. But does like the idea of sending you to get fatty tuna at the same time a burglary is about to take place just to see how you react to it.

Even if he does tell you his plans so you can "help", you only know the surface level. He doesn't connect any dots for you. Just states that you're better at being someone for him to admire than him filling your head with things a human won't understand.