#durarara fanfics

[ghost-of-ikebukuro]

Izaya is the heir to his parent's fortune, and is beyond bored with his wealth, and his loneliness. When he purchases a statue for his garden at an auction, life suddenly gets a lot more interesting when the statue comes to life.

Amazing art commissioned from @lobby---boy 🖤

[thevanillerose]

CHECKMATE | YANDERE!IZAYA x READER | DURARARA!!

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not own anything except my own writing. All properties belong to their respective creators.

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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[thecryingmanonthemoon]

So I’m rewatching Durarara because I’m currently working on a Shizaya fic and some of the shit Izaya says has me writing down proof that this dude is gay as fuck. Even if nothing is explicitly said in cannon, he is 100% queer coded. If anyone wants to see my receipts, I’m writing them down in my notes app as I keep watching the series 😂

[gemini-twinz]

Izaya's hookup pranks

(Kink+feels, sex denial, Shizaya (at the end)) Uh uhhhh I've never posted one of these musings before because they make me feel embarrassed ;w; But I wanted to try posting one and fighting my fear. Sorry if it's OOC at all, I wrote it mostly for me. Here goes nothing! __________🚹💖_____________ Izaya will inevitably have pursuers who don't know the real him. People he has charmed without even trying. Maybe a stranger on the street is captivated by his beauty and has the confidence to ask him out. Maybe an irregular client sees him at their appointment and is immediately drawn to him. It's not hard for someone to become interested in his beauty or his façades (He has many different kinds) And if he's not already busy, he'll immediately accept the offer, grinning knowingly with narrowed eyes at their excitement at being accepted so easily. Izaya will make sure that date is ideal. It's a chance to observe one of his beloved humans up close in all their quirks and habits not even they know they have. But to them, he is just such an attentive listener. Maybe they can even begin to fall for him like this. When they whisper to him they'd like to take him to a hotel, he matches their energy as he accepts. It's all part of the game.

When they both hurriedly enter the hotel room together, he'll waste no time whispering close to their ear what he knows they want to hear. (He was analyzing them the entire time during their date.) Exactly what makes their breath hitch, and their eyes roll closed. And once they're good and drunk on his words, or try to kiss or touch him, he'll simply back away from them completely, and with a face dripping with mischief he'll say "Well, you have fun with that" (give or take a speech of some sort) and leave them to pathetically jack off alone to the idea of sex with him..

He knows anyone who wants him at first will eventually hate him. Oh, but they'll selfishly want his body, won't they? Better to deny them that as well, get to them first. What's the point of letting them have the satisfaction of sex with him if they're just going to want nothing to do with him when they inevitably realize he is rotten inside, as everyone else in his life has realized? A human can not have Izaya Orihara, because Izaya Orihara can never truly have a human. Not forever, and so not at all. The non-intimacy of loving all humans is much safer. Only a monster like Shizu-chan can touch him, because Shizu-chan sees through his every mask, down to the rot he really is, and still wants him. Even if it's to kill him, it doesn't matter. Shizuo Heiwajima wants Izaya Orihara despite everything he is, BECAUSE of everything he is. So Shizuo can beat Izaya until he's blue, or ruin his body until he's in tears, and every last moment of it will feel deserved.

[ficresc]

He's probably running his hands through his hair; it's one of his nervous tics. He plays with his hair when he's anxious and Izaya had at one point found that endearing. Shizuo bounces his legs when nervous, bites his lip when worried, pinches the bridge of his nose when stressed. Most of all, he paces when he's uneasy. Izaya can see him doing all four of those.

til the war's won by izayas

[rukazaya]

excuse me.🥺🥺 I am your fan from China. We absolutely love your drrr novels. Especially Blood Contract, I did a lot of illustrations for it. Will you continue to update the novels? They are really important to us😭😭😭😭💛🖤🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

?!?!?!?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  (;° ロ°) WHAT?!  (✿〇∀〇)  I’ve been your fan for many many MANY years. I didn’t even think you knew I existed!! I didn’t even know you drew for it!!!! (Now I want to go find it...) I really appreciate it. Do you guys translate it into Chinese? I didn’t know you guys read my stories.   The story is... 2/3 done. When the pandemic happened, a lot changed in my life. I couldn’t continue. I thought no one read it. Then I lost all my durara friends as they moved on. I didn’t have anyone to talk to anymore.

But you gave me hope. Since I’m back to writing fanfic again (although i write for genshin impact) I’ll try to continue ‘blood contract’ and finish it, since you are still drawing Durarara and Shizaya.  Thank you for your kind words. I would like to talk to you once in a while if that’s okay. Since talking to people helps me write. but I lost all my durarara friends save for maybe 3 or 4 friends.  Even if you don’t chat with me, thank you <3 You made me very happy.

[sk1pp5y]

yes i'm writing a post for once... and yes i'm spilling my thoughts on this fic idea i got literally today:

izaya drugs, and kidnaps, shizuo to take him on a road trip across arizona. why arizona? because that's what i call self sabotage!!

so, they're on this road trip. in this busted ass car from a shady nearby rental place, and they're driving all the way around with izaya behind the wheel. (this will depend on how good of an idea this is when i figure out if izaya can legally drive in canon or not. but i might take headcannons into my own hands folks…)

and what does shizuo think about ALL of this?

that he thinks he's already dead and this is his personal purgatory /j

[animekpopsimp]

Shizuo and Izaya having a crush on you

You met Shizuo first

The two of you lived near each other and became friends despite his aggressive attitude

You're friendship continued into high school, which is where you met Izaya

He took an interest in you, which Shizuo didn't like

Though you still became friends with the black-haired boy, much to Shizuo's displeasure

They both remain civil for your sake, but when you're not looking they send each other hateful glares

When the three of you finish high school, Iazya moves away, so you don't see him as often

Despite that, he still makes an effort to see you, even If Shizuo does his best to stop him

Shizuo often visits you in his free time as well, partly so he can keep Izaya away from you

After school was when the two of them became completely hostile toward each other

Izaya always tries to convince you that Shizuo is a dangerous monster who could hurt you someday

Meanwhile, Shizuo warns you that Izaya is manipulative and doesn't care about you

The two of them are basically at war, to get you to stay away from the other

Both Shizuo and Izaya know they have romantic feelings for you, and that only makes it worse

They try not to get you involved with their conflicts, but sometimes you do see them fighting

It's upsetting but you still care for both of them

Despite them trying their hardest to make you only pay attention to them, they still haven't told you how they felt

Though if Shizuo sees him planning to do so, he'll do what he can to stop him

Izaya does the same, and it never ends well

Overall, they both are very competitive when it comes to you

[kuramassss]

So, for make things more easy, im gonna use and let this post for ALL the series, animes, games, etc that i accept a request for, and please let your request here in the comments and not in the Asks, i almost lost some requests because after you awnser, the ask dissapear for you.

This being said, lets go...

Until Dawn (All Characters)

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Resident Evil series (All Characters)

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Overwatch ( All Characters)

And for end the games

Any League of Legends character

Now to the animes:

My Hero Academia

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Durarara!!-----

Naruto----

Bleach-----

Yu-Gi-Oh!----

Fullmetal Achemist-----

Violet evergardeen---

Jojo's Bizzare Adventure---

Pokémon ----

Castlevania ---

Fate----

Now for some random things too:

Chaotic---

Madan Senki Ryukendo---

Kamen Rider Geats--

Kamen Rider Saber---

Tv Series:

Supergirl---

Arrow----

The Flash---

Legends of tomorrow----

Batwoman---

Wandavision---

Loki----

Peacemaker---

The Boys---

Sex Education----

Cartoons:

Regular show ---

Transformers Prime---

And thats it! Im gonna wait for all of you :)

[dreamycheesylovebug]

They should’ve given us MORE RAIJIN DAYS CONTENT!! But that’s fine… I’ll do it myself. New Shizaya fic up 😜 good reception on Twitter already which is making my little grinch heart swell :”)))

http://archiveofourown.org/works/52524850

[ghost-of-ikebukuro]

“Is this real?” Izaya asks, closing his eyes, expecting a punch to the face in the form of the truth. 

“Did you really want that answer?”

[rhythymicwriting]

Bitter Tar ~ Shizaya

If Shizuo was being honest, he never smoked for the taste. He wasn’t sure anyone did. Bitter tar coated his mouth, throat flooded with suffocating smoke. In truth, the taste of cigarettes was his least favorite thing. 

He hated it. 

But as he watched the cool night breeze sweep the escaping smoke into a gentle waltz, he felt his shoulders broaden and fall, leaning his full weight on the railing. Smoking was a vice, not a pleasure. He couldn't stand the taste, yet he kept coming back to the bitter tobacco, to its subtle numbing, the ritual almost meditative.

Soothing waves brushed the bank below, frolicking around rocks and running away with the smaller ones, drawing them quietly to the bottom of their depths. Some part of him knew this river was mostly sewage and litter, another part of him recognized the many people lost to its current and too high bridges, but in the night he could bask in its ebb and flow, stars shimmering off its surface, and the song it sang as breeze stole smoke from his parted lips, a siren coaxing away his woes. 

Shizuo drew the cigarette from his mouth, aware of how its emanating smoke warmed his knuckles which flared red in the cold. There wasn’t much skyline to see from here, but there was something surreal about watching the river carve between towering apartments and offices, bound in their glass armor, man made obelisks formed to the whim of a trickle. 

He’d wished the clicking footsteps kept moving, but he couldn’t be bothered to care, lingering in his serenity a moment more. “Gross. You almost look human doing that.” The drawl was low, meant to provoke him, but it lost its usual dig. 

“Get lost.”

His visitor hummed. “Don’t wanna.”

Shizuo’s growl was faint, more habit than frustration. He spoke as he drew his cigarette back to his lips, talking from the side of his mouth. “I don’t feel like it right now, fleabag.”

“Feel like what, Shizu?” More clicking steps. That irritated Shizuo. Izaya could move like a cat if he wanted to, all air and spring, completely silent. But he was choosing to let his shoes click against the pavement, the sharp sound cutting through the quiet. Shizuo swore he could feel the fur on his jacket cuffs brush his side, Izaya infuriatingly close. 

He clicked his tongue, taking a long drag instead of answering. The other joined him in watching the river for a moment before he spun on his heel, catching himself on his elbows against the guardrail. Izaya sighed, letting his head fall back, balancing on his spine. “This is boring.”

“You can always leave.”

“You’d like that.”

“I would.”

“‘S why I won’t.” He teased, smile dancing at his lips when Shizuo groaned. The other drew his now dying cigarette away from his lips, snuffing its heat against the rail, but he held onto the butt, looking briefly for a trash can. There was one just off the bridge. Clicking steps trotted behind his silent strides, following him like a kid. “Why don’t you just drop it? Throw it in the water. Everyone else does.” Izaya asked, gesturing vaguely to the pavement, several cigarettes littered around as if for example. 

“Doesn’t mean I have to.” He grumbled.

“Well, aren’t you sweet?” Izaya’s giggle was low, under his breath. Shizuo regretted turning to face him, flicking his cigarette butt into the can and pivoting. Izaya stood mere feet behind him, clad all in black, accentuating the moonlight reflecting on his pale skin. Light pollution burned in his eyes, deep brown shimmering with thirty different shades of red. He looked around the bridge, stood perfectly still. Shizuo wished the man’s beauty was spoiled when that malicious smile was turned to him, splitting Izaya’s visage with a hateful gleam. “You’re staring.”

“Whatever.” He grumbled, shoving past the man. His apartment was a block on the other side of the bridge. He may as well go home, now that his night was ruined. 

“Oo where are we going?” Izaya sang, slinking beside him. 

Shizuo groaned. “I’m going home. I don’t give a shit what you do.”

“Oh good! Then I’m coming with.” 

He almost laughed. “The hell you are.”

“You don’t give a shit what I do, Shizu,” Izaya grinned, letting his head fall back as his eyes slid to the other. “So I’m coming with.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“But it’s what you said.” Izaya let the weight of his head pull the rest of his body, twisting around to face the now stationary Shizuo. His smile only widened when he saw the fist balled up at Shizuo’s side, the latter taking a slow, steady breath. 

“Don’t you have anything better to do than piss me off, Izaya?”

He hummed in faux-thought. “No, I don’t think I do.”

“God, you’re annoying.” His words were a low growl, rumbling from his chest. Yet, the other had no reaction, still smiling, still blocking his way, still highlighted in the moonlight. Izaya shrugged. He slunk back to the railing, popping himself up on the edge, primly crossing his legs as he looked over his shoulder. His elbows seemed moments from hyperextension, but they held steady, shoulders pressed high, neck stretched and turned, muscle flexed from his ear, straining as he gazed into the water. 

Shizuo stayed concrete still, mind warring with itself. It would be so easy to shove the leech into the water, but a nagging part of him wouldn’t let him move, still studying where the moonlight washed his skin with clear glass. He found himself trapped in deep ruby without realizing what that ruby really was. 

“You’re staring again.” Izaya’s eyes, like gemstones in the mix of fluorescent and celestial lights. 

“I don’t know if I want to kiss you or shove you off this bridge.” He’d probably meant that as a threat, but when he’d said it, he realized it sounded nothing like one. His filter was waning.

“Can I pick?” Whatever surprise Izaya might have felt vanished quickly. A grin split his face, lips peeling away from sharp teeth, long eyelashes lifting over city lights reflecting in sepia. His head tilted, black hair falling softly over his cheeks, hanging like a curtain behind his ears. Izaya pushed to his feet, balanced on the guardrail. His arms spread wide, partly to keep his balance, partly an invitation. Cold night air breezed over the two, moonlight shimmering off cold, pale skin. The breeze blew harder, coarse blond hair swept off Shizuo’s cheeks. Izaya’s coat billowed behind him like a sail, forcing a staggered step to keep him on the rail, knees sunken, arms still wide.

Shizuo realized, then, what Izaya was to him. A cigarette, an addiction, something he chased because it felt right, not because he enjoyed it. Izaya was suffering, a slow death, a bitter tar. Izaya was a release, a chase, a high. Shizuo shuddered, cold snaking up his sleeves and through the fabric of his clothes. Goosebumps ran up his arms. 

The man before him giggled again, turning and pacing along the guardrail, a delicate balance beam with death on either side. “This is boring, Shizu.”

“You said that already.”

“You're all bark. And it bores me.” He drawled, waving lazy circles with his hands. “How long has it been now? Ten years?” 

It really had been that long. That they'd met, that is, since they began this cat and mouse relationship. Though, it felt more like cat and cat. Or snake. There were many euphemisms for Izaya’s breed of twisted. 

“I guess.”

“You haven't changed a bit, Shizu. You're all bark, no bite.” He remembered the day they'd met, Shinra’s eager smile that faded quickly, giving way to stress as the two went at it. Shizuo remembered the knife that split his chest, the month it took to heal, an itchy scab that just wouldn't go away. But he couldn't remember when he vowed to keep chasing him. When the violence became an addiction. He'd told himself so many times he’d have his peaceful life back if he got rid of Izaya, but was it really Izaya’s fault?

Or was he choosing to chase a man that didn't matter?

“Something on your mind, mutt?” Izaya leapt down from the railing, landing a step in front of Shizuo. He was rarely this close, always an arm's length or more. A taunting gleam twinkled in his gemstone eyes, a malice swirling in their glass. “Having an epiphany?”

Shizuo’s voice was barely more than a breath, one that smelled like ash and tasted like tar, poison in his mouth. “I guess, yeah.”

Izaya drew back, water lines pulling millimeters out of place. It had always been fascinating how precise Izaya was, on every account. Even down to his own face, he only lost control for millimeters, the rest of his expression perfectly managed. But this close, Shizuo saw the twitch. 

“Why are we doing this?”

“Oh god, don't start this bullshit.” Izaya whined, eyes rolling. “Don't tell me the mutt has a conscience now.”

“I'm serious, Izaya. If you're bored, why do you keep showing up?”

“Why do you keep chasing me?” Shizuo didn't have an answer. “I just like the thrill of it all.” He grinned, tilting his head to peer under Shizuo’s glasses. “You can chase me all you like, kill me if you want to. It’s fun for me. And the way I see it, you lose either way.”

His teeth bore, a rabid growl emanating through gaps between them, his second nature. He had always been slower than Izaya. Even now, as his hand reached for the man’s collar, he wasn't expecting to catch anything, hand already following through. Except this time was different and the return flight brought Izaya’s shirt harshly down. Realizing he’d caught the fabric, Shizuo drew his balled fist to stand between them, pulling the man closer.

Izaya made a face, the only moment his shit eating grin had wavered. “Your breath stinks.”

“What do you mean I lose? You trying to tell me you don't care if I kill you? You don't care if you die?”

“Ding ding ding!” Izaya’s grin sharpened with the rest of his features, a razor blade glare on his face. “You go to jail and I never have to see your stinking face again. Sounds like a win to me.”

“You're fucking crazy.” 

“Better crazy than boring.” He smiled. Shizuo’s eyes widened ever so slightly, cold metal biting at his stomach. A knife. Not breaking the skin, but dangerously close. Izaya’s smile darkened. “Besides, that's hypocritical, isn't it?”

“The hell?”

“I think it was Einstein, right? That said that thing about insanity? If you keep trying the same thing and expecting different results, blah blah blah. And yet, I'm the crazy one.” Shizuo's grip on the man's shirt was beginning to loosen. “When are you going to try something new, Shizu?”

With another growl, Shizuo shoved the man, hard. Izaya stumbled, falling to the pavement with a grunt. He chuckled as he pushed back up to his feet. 

“Just piss off, will you?”

Izaya raised his hands, head ducked behind open palms. “Fine, fine. You're not as fun as I was hoping anyway.”

The blond shoved past him again, letting extra weight fall on his left foot to drive his shoulder into Izaya’s, his way of getting the last word. Like always, he never got to keep it. 

“Goodnight, Shizu-chan!” Izaya sang after him. “Hope you find a personality soon!”

He clicked his tongue. Sometimes it was easier not to react. Sometimes he had that option. Tonight was one of those nights.

The walk back to his apartment was uneventful, a warmly welcomed change in his night. Shizuo fumbled through his pocket, his keys lost somewhere underneath both his lighter and a scattered pack of cigarettes that opened some time earlier. After managing to unlock, enter, and relock his apartment, Shizuo collapsed onto the couch, kicking off his shoes and fighting through the buttons on his shirt, lacking the energy to turn on the lights. Today had taken a lot out of him.

“Huh?” The fabric felt frayed under his hands. His vest had slipped off easy enough, so he hadn't noticed, but flicking on a lamp revealed the slash running from his right hip to below his left armpit. Not only was his shirt effectively ruined, but the gash ran deep through his skin. Red brown fabric clung to the edges of the wound, clumps like clay forming around the line. Bright carmine beads continued forming down the contours of his body and he watched as they grew heavy and raced down the gash, pulling other beads into themselves. 

“Shit.” He grumbled. Shizuo slid off the rest of his shirt, carefully peeling the cotton out of the bleeding crevice. “Well, it's ruined anyway.” He muttered, ripping off a sleeve to press against his stomach. 

The bathroom medicine cabinet looked like a craft box, antibiotics, super glue, and fabric shoved in unceremoniously. Shizuo pulled out a small roll of tape, ignoring the landslide that poured into his sink as he sloppily taped the sleeve against his skin. 

“That damn flea.” It had to have happened when he pushed him. Now that he thought about it, Izaya's knife held steady, even as he fell back on his ass, his knife pointing upward in a strong fist. Moonlight glimmered on the surface, a perfect extension of his arm, the gleam easing into the bones of his wrist before falling flat on a fur cuff. How hadn’t he noticed? His chest was cut open for Christ’s sake. 

“When are you going to try something new, Shizu?” Canines like fangs twinkled under a venomous sneer. “You’re boring.”

Boring? Even running for his life, Izaya was bored? Shizuo growled. “Why do I even care?”

The reality was, he shouldn’t care. Izaya was the reason his life was a living hell. The reason every day some crazy, stupid, fucked up thing happened. The world would be better off without Izaya. 

So why did that thought make his gut twist? Why did he feel some sick need to apologize?

Why did the thought make him feel so damn guilty?

“When are you going to try something new?” Crystalline city lights. “You’re boring.” Pearlescent teeth. “You’re all bark, no bite.” Silhouette like shadow outline in celestial glow. “Can I pick?” That sneer he couldn’t get rid of. 

Why was that image so stubborn in his mind?

Why did Shizuo look for him on every street corner, rooftop, and window?

“I don’t know if I want to kiss you or shove you off this bridge.” What possessed him that made him say something that damn stupid? Nothing about Izaya was attractive. He was bad news personified. And he said it anyway.

“Can I pick?” Izaya didn’t so much as blink. That comment should have been kindling for harassment. He’s latched on to less. So why did he move on so fast?

Why did it matter?

Why did it make him feel a little sick?

Shizuo was hardly aware of the crude twist of his lips, a confused smile peeling them away from his teeth. Maybe he was crazy. Maybe he’d really lost it. But for some strange, infuriating, and glorious reason…

He couldn’t imagine a life without Izaya.

[gemini-twinz]

Legend one: Braindance Angel

This is part of a Cyberpunk 2077 AU for Durarara!! I will be writing a fic soon titled Memory Reboot, but before I started, I wanted to write some small tests/warmups to get me comfortable writing for it. Here is the first one. Small disclaimer that this is self contained and Memory Reboot will not be in first person.

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Good evening Setton. This experience has been modified specifically for your unique interface. Please enter your terminal password.

User: Setton

Password: *********|

-#(LOADING…)#-

D=#$%&&, (compiling shaders)&&7**~

R*%^&&(tuning emotional triggers)#$@@

R*%!!~+(synthesizing physical sensations)&***_=

R3^7**-(recalling memory)%--#$&--.--..--.*

Thank you for waiting! Enjoy your braindance…

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I am seeing through the eyes of a man who seems oddly familiar in a way I can't place.

The man stands on the top of the tower of Arasaka and looks blankly out onto the city, blinded by the halo flashing a lovely memory into his eyes. He pays no mind to the flickering advertisements hovering above Night City's denizens, or the smog creating a fog over the damp and dimly lit streets. Teetering on the edge, he laughs, arms out as he blindly walks the edge. His movements are flighty and off tilt, almost as if he is in a drunken state, but I taste no alcohol on his breath.

It isn't until the city flickers and fries below him that I realize he’s not simply watching a braindance, he is inside of one. Somehow his BD wreath is still visible in his eyes, though it may be part of the BD as well. How does someone even record a virtue of a virtue? … Wait..

**&476(Amygdala not found. Switching to alternative method)&&$*2**

&%#3(Possible method found. Initiating)&<#**

A sorrow I have never felt before starts at the top of my neck and washes over my entire body, coldness in it's wake. I'm convinced my fingers may turn blue. My nerves feel like ice.

The man looks at his shaking hands.

I'm shaking with him.

The call of the void overtakes my senses as he looks listlessly over the edge of the building. There is no drop in the pit of his stomach, no nausea. There is no fear in him of falling, as if replaced by the invincible feeling of knowing he can fly. As he holds his arms in close to hug his body, I feel a smirk stretch across his face to reveal his chattering teeth.

With a flash like a nebula forming, great digital wings emerge from his back, flickering like a distorted hologram. Colorful glitches dance on each feather like sunlight reflecting on the ocean’s horizon. He opens his arms and looks wide-eyed to the moon with a sardonic laugh..

“Am I truly equal..?” He talks to no-one, tipping his head to look back down at the city streets. "Equal to them before you.. Or too wretched.." Silent contemplation takes him for a moment.. then he speaks up once more. “Try as I may, I.. have no place in heaven..”

And he tips over the edge with open arms.

He doesn't fly.

Thank god he closes his eyes, and all I hear is a wet, horrid crunch before awakening as if from a nightmare. Tuning credits roll on my visor, and I hear a voice memo, stark and cold as an AI.

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“We at A.B. Virtue inc. hope your experience was an exhilarating one, and..

We urge you to consider challenging your biases..

Have a pleasant evening, Setton”

[izamationbroker]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Durarara!! Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Heiwajima Shizuo & Orihara Izaya Characters: Orihara Izaya, Heiwajima Shizuo Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, alternate ketsu outcome, Major Character Injury, severe spinal injury, Paralysis, Body Horror, Psychological Horror, Permanent Injury, spine injury, Paraplegia, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:

“That monster…”

Right through the reinforced concrete floor, that’s where Shizu-chan had gone while Izaya was distracted by Celty. How could even he have possibly done so while at the mercy of the asphyxiation Izaya had rendered upon him?

Izaya didn’t have time to wonder as the unfinished structure of the building began to sway, forcing him to grasp the beam beside him. Was that brute really trying to shake him down like some kind of fruit from a tree? The forceful rocking swept Izaya’s feet out from under him, and before he knew it he was falling. He twisted in the air, searching for something to catch his fall. Far below him, he caught a glimpse of Shizu-chan. What was he doing? Dragging some kind of rebar? Surely the brute knew the fall would kill him if he didn’t catch himself first. Why was he hefting that thing up like a—

Oh shi—

Before Izaya could finish his thought, Shizuo swung the rebar and everything went black.

Or: What might happen if Izaya's initial spinal injury sustained during Ketsu was a lot worse than in canon...

[iamfujoshiwe]

Have you ever read a good story with amazing writing style and every fiber of your being is just..... filled with so much joy?? So much happiness?? So much serotonin??

THISSS!!!!

I can't express how much I love this author's writing style. I literally had to stop reading every few minutes to scream to my pillow or just to roll in my bed like an idiot. And I swear all the while reading this fic my face was just like a constipated monkey because damn, stiffling my scream my giggle my laugh wa soooo hard.

The only fic I can remember that made me felt like this is from Durarara titled "Mezhdu Dvukh Ogney" by Delphicy with Shizuo/Izaya Pairing. Yes I remember the title and author clearly without having to search for them although the title is not even in english (it's an english fic tho, if you have ever in Shizaya fandom I'm sure you knew this masterpiece). That's how much I love this fic. Sadly it's still ongoing and the last update is like 10 years ago so wherever you are Author-san, I hope you're okay.

Now back to the VegasPete fic above, I absolutely LOVE everything about it (well except the OC/Pete part, but I can easily skip that). Vegas' and Pete's characterization is *chef's kiss*. The way they talk, their gesture, the comedy... are GOLD. Like, I can imagine them behaving like that in official episode. I don't even know how to say anymore. I already made a big ass comment on ao3. The longest comment there in chapter 9 is mine lol.

My favorite:

Pete audibly gulped and cleared his throat, trying to swallow the pool of saliva that threatened to spill from his mouth, which was now slightly agape. No, not slightly, it was wide enough for Pete to park a freaking minivan in there easy, no parallel parking required.

[fantastic-rambles]

Fandom: Durarara!!

Characters: Izaya Orihara, Shizuo Heiwajima, Others (mentioned)

Warnings: Attempted Suicide, Physical Disability, Threats of Violence

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: [Post-Canon, light Izaya novel spoilers] When it seems like the end of the world is nigh, Izaya finds himself drawn back to Ikebukuro. Even so, the last thing he expects is for Shizuo to actively seek him out and for the both of them to have a relatively civil and honest conversation. [Written for Shizaya Week 2023 | Day 4: end of the world AU @shizayasweek]

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Heavy steps sounded on the fire escape, but Izaya didn't even glance toward them as he perched on the railing on the roof of the building. He didn't need to: he used to hear them at least once a week, accompanied by the roar of a monster as it chased after him with a single-minded determination. Even when they stopped right behind him and the back of his neck prickled, he didn't turn around, simply continuing to gaze out over the city filled with the humans he loved.

"Thought I told you to stay out of 'bukuro."

The usual rage was conspicuously absent from the rumbling voice, and Izaya heard some rustling followed by the click of a lighter. Then, Shizuo exhaled heavily, and the faint smell of acrid smoke drifted past Izaya before the railing creaked as the other man leaned against it.

"Those things will kill you, you know."

A low chuckle.

"Doesn't matter now, does it?"

It didn't. Nothing did. All of Izaya's plots, his failed attempts at permanence, his determination to stay away from this place… all blown away by the vicissitudes of fate. He hadn't thought that he had any lingering attachment to this place, but once the news had been announced, he'd found himself drawn back.

Idly, he wondered where the others had gone. Sozoro was easy enough to figure out: home to his family, bringing Haruto and Himari with him. The boy didn't know what was going on, other than a new adventure, which was probably for the best, but Himari was a bit more clever than him. Nec… perhaps she would retreat to the world inside her computer, along with Tsukumoya. He'd released all of them from their obligations to him and made his way here alone. And that was how he'd expected things to end.

He hadn't counted on Shizuo showing up. But then again, he had never been able to predict what went on in the protozoan's head.

"Shouldn't you be with someone else? Your owner? Or your lady friend?"

Another slow inhale, and Izaya chanced a glance at the other man, finding his brows furrowed as he lowered his cigarette from his lips. He looked confused, the expression so familiar and amusing that Izaya had to hold back a laugh as he shifted his gaze back toward the humans rushing around beneath them.

"You mean Tom-san? And Vorona?" Shizuo finally asked, still sounding uncertain, and Izaya did laugh then. But it lacked its usual sarcastic bite, sounding not quite natural or genuine.

"Sure. Or even Shinra and Celty. There are plenty of people who care about you, so why would you want to spend your last moments with me? Or have you not heard that there's a meteorite on a direct path to wipe out all life on earth? Or at least, a significant chunk of it?"

"I heard. But I also got a feeling you were back. Figured I'd try to snap your neck one last time, for old time's sake."

A heavy hand landed on Izaya's neck as if to make good on the threat, the fingers that wrapped around his throat nearly encircling it. Izaya remained relaxed, though, his eyes following a bright red car that wove through the traffic.

"And it seems like you'd let me."

Izaya shrugged.

"If I had to choose between you and a meteorite, you don't sound too bad. Of course, I'd rather be killed by a human, but a monster's better than a glorified rock, at least."

"Then why aren't you down there? With your humans?"

Izaya did sigh then, shaking his head in disappointment. Shizuo had always been a bit dumb, but this much? He hadn't thought that it was possible for him to overestimate the man, but yet again, Shizuo was managing to defy his expectations.

"Do you really think that I can go around asking people to kill me, pretty, pretty please? Humans are selfish, Shizu-chan: I thought that you, of all people, would know that. Now that we're facing the end of the world, there's nothing that I could offer anyone to convince them to put some time and effort toward satisfying my ego. Besides, I've already been stabbed once, and if I'm going to die, I'd rather it be quick and painless."

"You probably deserved it."

"I did, but that's beside the point. So now that we've cleared that up, can you just put us both out of our misery and go back to whoever's waiting for you?"

But the hand released him, falling back down to the railing as Shizuo continued to stand beside him, looking out over the temples to human conceit that would soon be erased. The vast reservoirs of human knowledge, the technology that held everything together, the richness of their emotions… it was a waste. Even if halfway intelligent life re-evolved on this planet, it would take at least another couple hundred thousand years, and all of this would be little more than dust.

“Thought you’d be in a shelter or something. Shinra was saying that there was a chance of survival if people did something like that. There’s a bunch of old ones from the war, right?”

“Me? A shelter? Please, Shizu-chan. I love humans, but that doesn’t mean I want to be crammed together with them, surrounded by the heat of all those bodies and the wailing of children and babies. Besides, if they did survive, they’d end up in a deserted world, scratching for a living, suffering, living quick, cruel lives… that’s not for me. I suppose a monster like you wouldn’t understand, though. You probably don’t even need a shelter to survive.”

“Maybe,” Shizuo agreed with a slow nod. “I guess we’ll find out.”

“You mean you’ll find out.”

Izaya slid off the railing, stumbling slightly when his feet hit the concrete, but his grip on the metal kept him from collapsing. His wheelchair sat on the other side of the barrier, and he leaned over the edge of the building, his arms stretched to their full length as he continued to watch the humans scuttle around beneath him. There was something wonderfully ironic about this situation: he’d brought Kamichika to a similar place before, just to see what she would do when she was entirely disillusioned, her sophomoric self laid bare.

Ah, perhaps he should have reached out to Mamiya. She might have been willing to kill him, but then again, wouldn’t it be far more amusing for her to have her revenge denied? Ahhhh, if there was an afterlife, then he’d love to meet her again there and see her reaction. To him, to everything, to the afterlife she only half-believed in, the death she failed to respect.

And then he let go, his fingers falling open before he began to fall forward, a half-smile on his lips. There was a screeching sound behind him before his descent came to an abrupt stop, his right arm feeling as though it had been nearly jerked out of the socket.

“The fuck you doing, flea???”

Bemused, Izaya glanced over his shoulder. The railing was bent where Shizuo must have lunged against it to grab his wrist, his monstrous strength easily holding Izaya up with one hand.

“Dying, right?” he asked as if it wasn’t patently obvious. “I can’t get someone else to kill me, and I can’t get you to kill me. It’s rather anticlimactic, but despite what you may believe, I am a human, unlike you, so I’d still rather do it myself than wait for the strike and the tsunami and the heat wave or whatever to take me out.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Izaya blinked.

“Well, I have a host of issues, but none related to the current situation. But what’s wrong with you? Ever since I met you, it was ‘die, die, die,’ and now that I’m doing just that, you’re stopping me?”

“Like I can just stand by and watch someone die in front of me!”

“Oh? What about all the people down there? They’re all going to die soon, too. Or have you developed some sort of supernatural powers while I’ve been away, enough to pulverize the meteorite or divert it from its course? Can you save all of them? What’s the difference if I die now, or in a couple hours?”

“That’s… that’s not the point!”

Shizuo’s chest heaved as he backed up, pulling Izaya back onto the ledge, though he didn’t let go of him.

“Why are you so determined to die?” he demanded, and Izaya sighed.

“Actually, I would prefer not to,” he explained, speaking slowly as if he were addressing a particularly stupid child. “But at this point, it’s impossible to avoid. So if I’m going to die, I’d rather do it in a way that I like.”

“But why won’t you at least try to live?”

“As I said, it’s impossible. I’m not a monster like you.”

Ahhhhh, this was why he hated Shizuo. Most stupid people were easy to deal with, because they didn’t try to pretend to be human. They were fine with being wrapped up in themselves and only caring about others when it benefited them. But Shizuo was so determined to prove that he was something that he wasn’t, which led him to do even more stupid things that proved he wasn’t human.

And then he was tugged closer, pulled against Shizuo’s chest, and his flickblade was in his hand, slashing at the other man, just like old times. Except Shizuo didn’t let go, only catching Izaya’s wrist and squeezing it until he dropped the weapon as blood trickled down from the cut on his cheek.

“You said it, right? I might be able to survive even out here. So if you’re with me, maybe you can live, too.”

“I don’t want to. What’s the point of living in a ruined world with a monster?” Izaya snapped acidly, struggling in the other man’s grip. But he’d never dreamed of being able to fight against Shizuo head-on, and with his legs as they were now, that was even more unlikely. All he could do was pound a fist weakly against a chest that felt as hard and immovable as concrete. "If you’re looking for someone to go to hell with you, I’m sure that there are plenty of people who would be delighted to oblige.”

“I don’t want to live with you, either. But if I can save one person, then it’ll be worth it, even if it’s you. And maybe that would be what both of us deserve, after everything we’ve done. If we’re the only ones left, we can’t hurt anyone else. Or maybe we’ll both die, and that will just be the end of it. But I’m not going to leave you alone. Who knows what the fuck you’d get up to?”

Izaya’s scowl deepened. Pointless sentiment, the monster looking to assuage its misplaced guilt… fine, but why did he have to be dragged into it? He’d never felt any remorse for the things he’d done, standing above the humans and watching them scramble frantically beneath him. He didn’t need forgiveness or repentance. He'd always lived simply as he wanted to, even knowing that it meant taking on his beloved humans' feelings, both positive and—more often—negative.

"Let me go."

"No."

"Let me go!"

"No. Come on, I-za-yaaa, let's face the end together."

Braced against Shizuo's chest, Izaya didn't have any choice in the matter, and they eventually ended up on the ground, waiting with Izaya half in Shizuo's lap. Then, as they watched, a false sunrise lit up the horizon, setting the sky aflame.