The Switch {Diabolik Lovers Various x Reader}

Chapter I

You sighed as your friends gushed about anime boys. It was always the same whenever you go out with them; they'd immediately compare fan fictions and giggle about their favourite characters. You didn't mind though. The look of joy on their faces was enough for you to bear with it.

"Ah Laito is sooooo sexy!" One of them squealed, and you narrowed your eyes. You were sure that, from what you'd heard from the past conversations, this Laito person was a pervy sadist.

"But Kanato is just so adorable! How can you not love him?" Another giggled, and you frowned. Wasn't he the one that stabbed someone with a fork in one of the fanfictions they'd read? How strange...how can they say he's adorable when he's a literal psycho?

"But we can't forget about Ayato!" They shared a laugh, then all chimed; "because Yours Truly is number one!" You shook your head with a good natured smile. You hadn't even watched the anime, yet you knew that Ayato was the narcissistic one obsessed with being the best. Your friends had tried to get you to watch that Diabolik Lovers, but you drew the line at watching a male harem of vampires torture a poor, defenceless girl, no matter how good the artwork of the anime was. Still, from what you'd heard of the heroine she was pretty weak when it came to fighting off the boys.

"Hey, Y/N, are you sure you don't want to watch Diabolik Lovers? I'm sure you'd enjoy it!" You glanced up to see your best friend standing over you, grinning mischievously. "I bet you'd really like Shu. He's just your type."

"Isn't he the lazy one who listens to music all the time and slut-shames the heroine?" You snorted. "I don't think so."

"It's kind of amazing how you've never watched the anime or played the game yet you still listen to us go on about the characters and remember everything we tell you about them. It's pretty funny, actually."

"Just because I don't want to watch the anime, it doesn't mean I'm going to ignore you all when you speak. That'd be rude. And you know how well I retain information." You chuckled, sticking your tongue out at her. "Did you need something?"

"Yeah! Would you give me an opinion on my fanart? I know you don't like the premise of the anime but I know you still appreciate the artwork so..." you held out your hand and she grinned widely, handing you her unlocked phone. You looked at the image with interest. A lilac haired boy was illustrated beautifully, the colours and shading done just right to give the illusion that he was actually staring at you with those purple eyes of his. "That's Kanato, by the way."

"It's great!" You exclaimed, giving her a bright smile. "The colouring is amazing! You're getting really good at using those paints I got you." She blushed happily, giving you a quick hug.

"Thank you so much!" She squealed in delight, and you laughed slightly, eyes going back to the lilac haired boy on the screen, suppressing a shudder. She had even managed to capture a maniacal gleam in his eyes that sent chills down your spine. It was a little too realistic, for fan art. It seemed as if he could crawl out the screen and bite you, with those creepy, threatening eyes of his looking straight through your very soul. You shook your head slightly, locking her phone and handing it back to her, trying to get that boy's disturbing eyes out of your mind as you both joined your other friends, determined to enjoy the rest of your day out.

***

You threw yourself down on your bed, exhaustion creeping up on you as you stared at the ceiling numbly. Your friends sure were active today; they'd run you completely ragged. You closed your eyes, a soft smile drifting across your face.

"Ah, I love them so much." You mumbled, snuggling under your blankets. "If only every day could be like today..." you drifted off into a dreamy haze, unaware of the light that was slowly building up behind your mirror. The next thing you knew your bed was jostling beneath you, startling you awake. "What the hell..." you froze as you opened your eyes to see you were in a car, driving along a quiet road. However, it wasn't that that made you feel a crippling sense of foreboding, but the voice that came out of your mouth. That's not my voice! It was softer, and way more feminine than yours, but most strange of all was that it was in a completely different language yet you understood what you were saying perfectly. You glanced down at yourself and gave a shriek of surprise, earning you a suspicious glance from the driver. Your body was completely different and you were wearing a pair of beige shorts and a light pink jumper, and your skin was white as snow. You turned to face the window and your heart gave a painful squeeze as sherbet pink eyes met yours from your reflection, light ashy blonde curls framing a delicate face which was currently contorted in a mix of confusion and fear. Before you could even react to this the car you were in slowed to a stop outside a set of obscenely wide gates, beyond which lay an even more ridiculously huge mansion.