Celtysturluson Stories

Izaya Orihara X Yuu Kami (A DRRR OC) Main story takes place sometime after Izaya Orihara had been released from the hospital after the stabbing incident. It doesn't follow Durarara canon after that, as it wouldn't focus on the plot being directed out by me myself and I for the sake of giving my favorite asshole an actual love interest. Yuu Kami was a Monster created by Yagiri Pharmaceuticals, as they accidentally broke her bones in an endurance test, learning that was how Shizuo Heiwajima gained his strength. They wanted to push the limits of human strength, as this was an experiment they had no regard for her mental health. She remained strong mentally, only to finally be freed by circumstances unknown to her until after her escape. The first chapter is background, laying down information for how she got to know her friends. The story style changes after the initial chapter, as it goes more into romance than informative text.

Cover by @4evanime --- Kumiko Hanaruka was an internet geek. She barely was ever off of the technology she had in her hand. Walking outside her phone was always in hand. One day, looking down at her phone, she's almost run over by her best friend, Celty, who tells her to join her Chat Room. Later Kumiko does so, and has a full-on conversation with someone with the screen name "Kanra", who wants to meet up with Kumiko in real life. When they do, Kumiko is surprised to see that Kanra is an overly attractive male info broker named Izaya Orihara. After they talk a little, Kumiko never realizes, headphones on, that she isn't alone...

≻ DURARARA STORY ≻ Shizuo Heiwajima x Badass Female!Reader ≻ (Y/n) est rongée par la vengeance depuis trois ans déjà. Si elle fait encore partie des vivants aujourd'hui, c'est grâce à Celty, l'une des seules personnes qu'elle puisse qualifier d'amie. La jeune femme a passé ces trois dernières années à se morfondre, occupant son temps à se battre contre des délinquants dont elle avait horreur. Mais depuis quelques jours, (Y/n) se porte mieux, et compte bien rendre la monnaie de sa pièce à celui qui l'a brisée.

Requests are open and welcomed!

((Shizaya~~!!)) He could pretend not to care. He could pretend, like he always did. But when his flea is near dead, you could only imagine. It wasn't the first time he lost him, and it certainly isn't the last.

What happens when the Teen Titans venter to a mysterious city of Ikebukuro. Chaos dear human. A/N Alot of Damirae 😉👌

its about this girl {who talks to the audience a.k.a you the reader} who loses her family at the tender age of 7 years-old, but that's what she's lead to believe.

This is a Durarara fanfiction about Shizaya. It starts when Shizuo, Izaya, Shinra, and Kadota was in highschool. In this fanfiction, Izaya is kinda like a yandere for Shizuo. Izaya stalks Shizuo and other things. But what will happen if Shizuo started to develope feelings for Izaya and so does someone else?

With eyes trained on him, you bravely stood your ground. "With all due respect Orihara-san, but I think you've deluded yourself into thinking that I'm the least bit interested in you. I would like to clear that up now." You stood from your chair, causing it to make a loud scraping noise in the tense silence. "I do not want to be involved with you in any type of way. You're the personification of bad news."

The city of Ikebukuro is thriving with activities from every individual going around it. Some may stumble the rumored "Black Rider" or a scene caused by Shizuo Heiwajima and Izaya Orihara. This city in Japan has so many interesting that it stroke the interest of two individuals. This story focuses around local info gatherer Denjiro Karakuro who has recently moved to this city with his boss Ai Samuyuki. Disclaimer: I do not own anything about Durarara only my two OCs.

a hilarious fanfic with (probably) familiar anime characters, memes, and pretty decent plot. (keep reading It gEtS bEttErrrr!!)

A girl moves back to her hometown, Ikeburko after a long stay in Canada and connects with some of her friends and family.. But Ikeburko isn't how it once was anymore.. Or at least how she remembered it to be. New people arrived, and the ones that have been scoping in the shadows have been finally revealed. What could possibly go wrong?

「99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer! Take one down and pass it around, 98 bottles of beer on the wall! 98 bottles of beer on the wall, 98 bottles of beer! Take one down and pass it around, 97 bottles of beer on the wall! 97 bottles of beer on the wall, 97 bottles of beer! Take one down and pass it around, 96 bottles of beer on the wall...」 【You all know that familiar song, right? We sing it all the time during our nights off.. Though, if you think about it, it could be used to represent say... How we function, no? See look. Just like what we do now, it's repetitive, never or rarely changes but if it does, we hardly ever see it! Ah... No. No. Let's not get to any philosophizing, here. There's work to be done now and I don't want to waste any of your time. Because.. You see... Whether with clean hands or soaked in blood.. We absolutely NEED to get that dog.】

You met Izaya Orihara in college, and you have always been impressed by his intelligence and good looks. As a desperate attempt to stay together after graduation, you asked Izaya whether or not you could work for him as an informant's assistant. To your surprise, he has always been interested in you and gladly accepted your request, and from then on, your relationship with Izaya progressed exponentially. Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara or any of the pictures shown in this fanfiction. Date: 12/15/2014 to 06/21/2020 Thank you for reading!

Back at it again with the 'x Oc' books again. And i know i haven't finish my Kanato x Oc yet and my other fanfictions but i like to toture myself and stuff. So my Oc is gonna act like Izaya a little except that she hates some humans and doesn't like all humans like Izaya. Ranking: #400 in durarara - May 8, 2018 132 in izayaorihara - May 8, 2018 143 in drr - May 8, 2018

The Game of Life was usually just Izaya as the player, pulling the strings behind the scenes and manipulating others to do as he pleased, befitting of a God. But when a new, unexpected player begins to roll the dice alongside him, Izaya's life is thrown in for a loop as this mysterious player continuously evades his radar. He knows next to nothing about her. But he knows one thing for sure. He will solve the World's Most Mysterious Woman, and he will crush her. Let the games begin.

Requests ------------ Open [] Closed for Catch-up [✅] On Hold [] Welcome to Ikebukuro, an endless sea of entertainment! From flying vending machines to a female Irish demon, we've got it all here, and the people are waiting on you to start a new adventure! Male!Readers may be requested. So, are you ready to roll! Trust me! Jk kill meh. 1K ❌ 5K ❌ 10K ❌ Can we make it to 10K?!

Izaya left Shizuo not without breaking the blond's heart into pieces and left something important for the both of them. (Story cover not mine. Credits to the artist)

A loop has broken out ...everyone is affected in Ikebukoro besides our heroes, villains, and all the other main protagonists and antagonists. The Saika flower blooms, monster mayhem increases, gang banger from all around are worse than usual, and the Dollars are once more banded together as the unknown society that had almost lost itself to maintain order. But the chaotic loop in time, and darkness enshrouding has been introduced as a spore that no one knows is even taking place Of course there's always a reason that is illogically logical, and what of that reason other than someone who has been left to be forgotten in time. Shishizaki, Da-Yeong...if the name rings no bells then it would only be fair to make a connection.

There's a difference between wet anger and dry anger. Dry anger is when you're done, over, and finished with everything; you're stern, you have a sharp voice, and an almost stone impression. Wet anger is when your voice shakes, you feel weak, you're frustrated. It's when you care too much. Izaya didn't want to admit it, but he cared too much.