Title: Stories
Day & Prompt: Day 6 (4/18): Crossover (Parent AU based off Moyzi's Headcanons)
Rating: T
Warnings(*please indicate if it's sfw/nsfw): SFW (And crossdressing Izaya pictures)
Side Pairings(if applicable): Shinra/Celty
Summary: Children's imaginations are always wild and possibly atrociously wrong, but at least they were also somewhat endearing, even to someone like Orihara Izaya.

Looking at the drawings that lay before him on the living room table, Izaya never thought this would happen. Sure, Izaya had written stories with them before, and they all drew pictures together of the events that happened in them. But never in all his life did he think he would see a depiction of himself in women's clothing.

This couldn't possibly be him, he had thought, and Izaya wouldn't have believed it was himself either if it wasn't for the terribly scribbled words of 'Mom' scrawled out and rewritten over with 'Iza-dad' next to the figure.

Looking at the other ones that the rest of the kids drew didn't make him feel any better either.

The first one was him dressed as possibly Rapunzel, wearing a pink and frilly dress at the top of a tower, lowering down long luscious hair that he did not have to the floor to let up a person dressed up with a golden cape and crown. A white horse stood next to them and the messily written 'Me' next to the supposed prince.

'Hibiya, what are you trying to depict me as!?' Izaya internally screamed.

The next one was him dancing to music with stars and sparkles surrounding him. That would have been fine just at that, but sadly there was more. In this one, he was dressed up at Sailor Moon, using the wand as his long black hair which he did not have flowed and wrapped around him. Several others were around him, dressed in different outfits. He vaguely made out a butler uniform on a blonde as Shizuo with the help of 'Uncle Shizuo' written next to it, which annoyed him even more. The one standing next to him was a small boy in a white button up coat with pink buttons.

'Psyche, not you too…'

Sighing heavily, he looked at the last two together. The one he held in his left hand had him in a small red dress, allowing a blonde haired prince in a white suit with a pink undershirt to kiss his hand in some kind of dank alleyway while people he identified as Shinra and Celty were staring at them in the background. The one in his right was actually the best one as it depicted him having a picnic without any atrocious garment on, however it showed him having tea with Shinra of all people as Shizuo and Celty sat on the other side. With respective indication on all the drawings signifying the characters in the pictures, there was no way Izaya could mistake it, much to his chagrin.

Getting up, he slowly made his way over to the kitchen table where they were all gathered, eating curry hungrily. Shizuo was sitting there too, amongst all the children, looking just as content. Izaya would've thought it childish and so Shizuo-esque if he wasn't focused on bigger issues here, those being why he was in dresses in most of the pictures.

Pulling up an extra chair, he agilely maneuvered his way into the munching bunch and casually placed the drawings in the center, a saccharine smile on his lips.

"So, what do we have here?" He said sweetly with a venom laced voice as he gestured to the papers he put down.

Hibiya was the first to speak up, leaning over and grabbing their picture, a proud smile on his face as he held it up for everyone to see as an explanation spilled from his lips.

"Oh! I drew this one and this over here is me and this one is dad! He's a princess and I'm saving them from the tall tower!"

"Why…does he have shadows coming out of his head?"

"They're not shadows; it's his long flowing hair!" The young boy defended against Shizuo's inquiry, causing the blonde to barely hold in his laughter, especially when he glanced over at the real Izaya sitting across from him with a look that could kill but also with short hair that wasn't long at all.

"Why did you draw that, Hibi-chan?" Izaya asked sweetly, redirecting his gaze at his son.

"You and I were reading stories the other day, remember? And I said I also wanted to be a prince so you said I could! And we began writing out our own story and you said I could choose any pretty girl I wanted!" The little raven said excitedly before fumbling with their sleeves as they continued, "B-But… I didn't know any pretty girls, and you were the prettiest person I knew so I used you instead…!"

His previously composed mask slightly faltered and the informant put his head into his hands and groaned exasperatedly, heartstrings being pulled just the tiniest bit. He knew that all that adventure-creating and father-son bonding would come to this…

"Can… Can I still hang it up on the fridge?" The crowned little boy asked meekly.

"Yes…" He answered curtly in return, before redirecting his gaze at Psyche and Delic. "Now it's time for you two to explain."

Smiling widely, Psyche started off, "Well, my dad and I were watching Sailor Moon and when she was fighting off the bad guys, but had to call in the butler guy, he said that you would be Sailor Moon since all you do is get things started and then become useless! And then Uncle Shizuo has to come to save you because you're weak!"

Internally gawking, Izaya was going to kill Shinra later, and then his children would only have a mother. It didn't help that Psyche seems incapable of reading the atmosphere, blurting out the explanation as bluntly but yet as innocently as he could. The older raven could still hear Shizuo covering his mouth with his hand in vain as chuckles and snickers slipped out here and there, causing the vein in his temple to pop even more. He was definitely going to kill Shinra later when he came to pick up his kids.

Delic quickly held up his picture to show it around before he told the story behind his drawing, smirking boyishly as he enlightened them.

"Yeah, my dad also told me that Uncle Izaya was the kind of sketchy guy that would dress up really nice and meet up with random strangers in dirty alleyways and that's how he gets money! So this is Uncle Izaya in a really pretty dress, because dresses are always nice, and this is me, holding his hand and kissing it because he wants my money! But it's ok since I'm also rich! And because my parents are watching me in the background…" He laughed near the end, and Izaya swore to everything in this world that the underground doctor was a dead man.

In the end, they all hung up their drawings on the fridge.

Izaya sighed exasperatedly, walking over to Tsugaru and gently stroking their hair.

"At least your picture was normal, Tsugaru-chan, you're such a good child," he said softly, leaning down and kissing the top of his son's head. The younger boy's blue eyes slowly closed as he hummed contently.

"Thank you, mom, I love you too."

Izaya stiffly leaned back up afterwards, watching the happy blonde haired boy skip off to join the others again. He didn't even need to turn around to know that Shizuo had heard the whole exchange and was currently falling over onto the couch and choking on his own laughter, because the raven could hear it, loud and clear.

Shizuo was definitely going to be sleeping on that couch tonight.