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Jumping to Concussions.

Part 4 of Co-Parenting With Orihara Izaya

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I'm going to be honest I don't think I'll finish this bur much in the way an artist will post a wip I'm doing that with words so here u go!!!

eiwaseya / post- kuramerukagari events /

There’s not much to be done about setting things back into place. Truly it’s more standing around and answering a question every so often, at least for Iseya. If Eiwazima were in his place, he’d be more hands-on. But Iseya’s hands are more delicate, his limbs not suited to move rubble out of the way. Instead, he’s focused on the people, easing them back into town in an orderly way as well as assuring any nerves still whorling on anxiety. It’s a simple task, as the town has faith in their community. Trustworthy, is what it is. 

The Komainu take care of the people and offer solace. Help when there’s something amiss. To keep lifting up the people from the ground and into a livable space. Nothing is perfect, of course, but most people are happy in the garden. 

But really, that’s not important now. 

What matters now is that when Eiwazima returns to his flat he’s pleasantly surprised by the smell of mint lingering in the foyer. By the librarian on his futon, draped in his Haori. Always such a lovely sight, especially framed in the moonlight trailing through his window. 

Iseya is still dressed for the day, his pipe set just to the side and a book left open not far behind it. He’d been waiting, Eiwazima notes. Waiting for his return. There’s a soft smile curving his lips when he reaches down to move Iseya’s belongings to the side. His touch gentle, deliberate, as he removes Iseya’s glasses to set them on top of the book. The man doesn’t stir, not quite. The motion is subtle, but his face turns towards the contact of Eiwazima’s fingertips against the swell of his cheek. 

Sweet. Eiwazima can’t help but think. 

Soft… When his palm comes back to brush over the soft of Iseya’s skin. 

Cradling his cheek as he leans into the touch. 

“Nnh…” The sound is no more than a breath against his palm, and Eiwazima is already slinking to hover over the librarian lying recumbent beneath him. Iseya’s lashes flutter briefly, then dip back down in surrender as the peaceful expression melts into a soft smile. “I thought I felt a rat.” 

Eiwazima chuckles, reverberating deep in his chest while dipping down to press a kiss to the juncture of neck and shoulder. “Rich, coming from the rat king himself.” 

Their current position keeps Iseya in place on the futon, arms folded against his chest and the haori pinned on either side of his body. He has to turn his head to look at Eiwazima, but instead, his shoulder drops, exposing more of the column of his neck, reveling in the way his partner trails lips, teeth, and tongue along his skin. He hums when Eiwazima’s lips find purchase at the corner of his jaw, slowly turning his head between each kiss traveling oh so slow towards his mouth. And when their lips hover just centimeters from each other Iseya smiles. It’s one of Eiwazima’s favorites too. One of the smiles that pulls dimples into each cheek and makes his eyes crinkle in delight. 

“Welcome home.” 

And their lips slot together easily. As if they were made for each other. As if they’d done this in every lifetime they’d ever experienced together. Any tension that might remain in Eiwazima’s shoulders melts away with each stolen breath before their mouths return to each other. Slow, soft. Occasionally Iseya will be frantic, moving as if they’re running out of time. A sort of desperation present only in the tightness of his grip on Eiwazima’s shoulders, or the way he barely pulls apart for air. It’s all his own doing that the pair are either to catch a breath between them. Iseya squirms beneath him, moving beneath the Haori pulled taut over his shoulders until he’s flat on his back and worming his arms free of the barrier pinning them. All the while desperately pressing his mouth to Eiwazima’s until his arms can fully encircle his neck and tug him closer.

“Yeah.” a self-satisfied affirmation before he ducks to take Iseya’s lips under his own. 

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kuramerukagari / drrr crossover | drabble | G just a little scene that came to me and i wanted to share.

Shizuo's body freezes when Izaya turns at the sound of his voice. 

 Izaya—right?           Izaya, right!?

Only there’s something off. He doesn’t smell the same, something about the way his eyes widen behind the glasses resting on his nose. Sure, sure Izaya’s gone around in disguise before—but not like this.

 Recognition and confusion mirrors and twists through the other’s features just as it does through Shizuo’s, the grip on the street lamp in his hand wavers, he almost takes a step back. He should have. Because as soon as he turns to fully face Shizuo he’s striding towards him, brows pulled tight together—Izaya was never this good at acting, right?

                                                                               Izaya…..right?

The weight of the lamp post drops to the ground with a crash when Iseya’s hands find purchase on Shizuo’s cheeks. Shock painting his features to match the librarian pulling him down by the gentle hold to get a closer look. It's as if all the strength in his body instantly dissipated under the delicate hands framing his face. 

                                Had Izaya's hands always been this soft? 

The dust settles and he looks again at the man he assumed to be his enemy. At the way his eyes are blown on surprise and the soft curve of his mouth parted on the beginnings of a question. 

"Your hair." And there's a hand carding through Shizuo's hair. "What did you do to it?" 

The question is ridiculous. Bizarre and pulls Shizuo's face from shock to frustrated confusion. Sure, he always says he thinks Shizuo is a moron, but surely he doesn’t believe he’d fall for a trick like this? Before Shizuo can even begin to answer, the warmth leaves his cheeks as Iseya steps back, a pensive frown settling over the surface of his mouth. The pad of his index finger taps against his bottom lip thoughtfully and Shizuo’s eyes are drawn to the motion as he pulls himself back to standing to his full height. 

It's only now that he really takes Iseya in. His clothes, accessories. The mannerisms and even down to his hair, his features. They're all so close, so similar. He could be Izaya's Mirror image. But there's subtle differences.... 

The frown is not a mask, but a genuine look of concern, one he's only able to recognize because he's seen Izaya wear that same look exactly once. 

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i know what this situation needs…explicit fanfiction

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MEET THE AUTHOR—

Ax/Snake || he/they || 30+

I write a lot of SHIZAYA with most all of my current work on my AO3

My work features nonconventional horror with recurring themes that revolve around heartbreak, grief, struggles with all forms of intimacy, violence, trauma and the reactions to those traumas. Introspection into the self and the interconnection between social groups, masking, the nature of control or lackthereof all tied together with tragedy.

I also occasionally draw!

Enjoy your stay, feel free to send an ask or two!

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deludere; to mock. to play

Part 3 of Co-Parenting with Orihara Izaya

CW: hallucinations | derealization | unreality

FEATURING: intimacy/non-sexual intimacy

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The problem with writing is it needs to kinda like go somewhere yknow

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Hello this is my writing blog for my writing and I will be fillng it up Soon thank You