The Sleeping Horror
Yandere! Izaya Orihara x Female! Reader
Hello! Itās been years, hasnāt 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! Letās start with something āsoftā and fantastical, shall we? Inspired by the line in the Wikipedia page of his relationship with Shizuo: āIzaya also holds the belief that only humans possess the ability to slay monsters.ā And Sleeping Beauty story (would you believe me if I told you I rewrote this three times?).
Admittedly, marriage wasnāt 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 wasnāt 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 wasnāt as if he was a particularly naĆÆve kid who thought suitors were equal to playmates. Heād always been intelligent, albeit quieter and more distant.
But on the other hand, you sounded quite⦠interesting. Yes, sounded, because heād never seen you. There wasnāt even a painting of you somewhere in your castle. It was either you vanished or you only existed in peopleās 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, youād fall into a deep sleep, only broken by true loveās kiss. Because, apparently, her magic wasnāt 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 didnāt seem to know about your whereabouts. It didnāt 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 fiancĆ©.
So, using the intelligence heād 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 fairyās eyes but not enough for his. Izaya smirked as if heād won a high-staking gamble, and with the leverage he had on your father, it could be described as one. Shirou wasnāt a fool, but his job as a king did prevent him from knowing the full extent of Izayaās secret occupation and hobby.
And thus, Izaya set out to find his cursed fiancĆ©e. As expected, you were every bit of a country bumpkin; naĆÆve and improper. It was clear that youād never seen a stranger beyond your three bumbling fairy āauntsā, 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 āhumanā they could pretend to be, and you wouldnāt have known any better because they were all you had growing up. Even now, a good parent shouldnāt let their daughter play too long in the forest where anything and everything could happen to her, especially when she didnāt 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 couldnāt 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, itād be a shame if you were to get caught, right?
Well, it would, but he wouldnāt do that. He wanted to see what would happen if he didnāt 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 heād ever met despite your obvious flaws, which some lessons in table manners and etiquette could rectify. And perhaps Izaya would bestow more of his ālove for humanityā 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 wasnāt that bad, and it mightāve 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, werenāt they?
Apparently, youād 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 āhimā again, they said. It was somewhat foolish of them to not allow you to tell them about him, but then again, Izaya doubted theyād 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 fatherās 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 anyoneās 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 ā the more dominant part of him ā convinced him to watch a little longer. It wasnāt as if he could challenge the fairy head-on, and he didnāt 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 youād be grateful for it too, and thus, strengthening your love for him and salvaging your broken heart. But since he didnāt have the appropriate weapon to defeat her, Izaya was left to approach the pixies.
āExcuse me. You three look quite flustered. Is there something wrong?ā
āOh, my! You surprised me there, young man.ā the pink one gasped, holding her tiny chest. āA-and no, weāre fine. Thank you for asking.ā
āAre you sure?ā he asked, still with the amiable smile that took him years of etiquette lessons and scheming to perfect. āYou see, I have a fiancĆ©e, and I was told that Iād be seeing her today.ā
They exchanged quizzical glances at each other.
āMy name is Izaya Orihara.ā He took a medal from his pocket as a proof of his own identity. āIām 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 shouldāve been together since the very first start.ā
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 āawā. They didnāt even question why he had the medal in his pocket rather than in his person as a prince should be. But, at least, he wasnāt lying.
āIt is against our nature to be in the way of fate, especially a fated love.ā said the green one. āA wicked fairy has cursed your fiancĆ©e to sleep forever unless awaken by a true loveās kiss, and sheās currently sleeping in this tower right now.ā
āAh, how terrible.ā Izaya moaned sadly. āI wish I could do something to that fairy for daring to hurt my precious fiancĆ©e.ā
Once again, they looked at each other.
āLet us help you with a bit of our magic, Child.ā The blue one declared. āHopefully, with these, you can end the wicked fairyās reign of darkness once and for all.ā
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 itād be easier to manipulate you with them seeing as they were practically a āfamilyā to you.
And so, the group traveled to the mountain where the wicked fairy lived and began the most exhilarating battle heād ever had. Cornered, the fairy transformed into a fire-breathing dragon. Another wrench to his plan, but Izaya wasnāt 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.
āThat was wonderful, Child!ā the blue fairy gushed, while the others clapped and nodded in agreement.
Izaya feigned a humble chuckle.
āI couldnāt possibly do that without your help, either, so please donāt give me all the credits.ā
Flattered as they were, they hadnāt forgotten their second priority: waking you up with a true loveās kiss.
But, shockingly enough, Izayaās kiss did nothing to your sleeping self.
āH-how could this be?!ā the pink one shrieked. āPrince Izaya is supposed to be her fiancĆ©, so why doesnāt it work?!ā
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 heād expected to see, and the realization brought a mocking, almost humorless laugh from his throat.
āWhatās wrong? Why are you laughing?ā
āNo, itās nothing. Pardon my unseemly reaction.ā said he, wiping his teary eye with his gloved hand. āMay I ask you to bring her father here?ā
āThe King? What can you possibly need from him?ā
āYou said that only a true loveās kiss can wake her up, right? Well, heās the one who asked you to protect her. Isnāt that what a ātrue loveā is? The feeling of wanting to protect someone?ā
And such feeling wasnāt strong enough within him, or rather, he merely allowed it to wash over him. Otherwise, he wouldāve 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.
āBring me the dragonās head from the cliff in the wicked fairyās mountain.ā
āIs it her own head?ā
He merely smiled, and the spy nodded with a sigh. He wasnāt sure how youād react once you woke up, but it didnāt hurt to have another ādecorationā inside his room. Then, he returned to the tower where your father was already standing at the bedside.
āP-Prince Izaya?!ā he stammered. āSince when have you been here? Shouldnāt you notify me beforehand? Why are you dressing so... casually?ā
āNow, now, that part isnāt as important as our dear princess is. And I must say, Iām quite hurt to know that you neglected to tell me that sheās been cursed all along.ā
Your father flinched and looked down guiltily.
āI didnāt want it to become an international problem.ā
āBut there were many guests at that time, no? Donāt you think I deserve to know, as her fiancĆ©?ā Despite the feelings that Izaya didnāt 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. āRegardless, you have the duty to save your daughter from the curse. So, go ahead. Donāt worry about the wicked fairy. Iāve slayed her, and her body is at the bottom of the cliff in her own abode. Iāll bring her head if you donāt believe me.ā
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.
āI⦠I believe you.ā
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.
āSheās awake!ā 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.
āNo, I refuse to marry him!ā















