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pottedplant53 · 6 months

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Danganronpa Fic Recs!!

In my six years of being a Danganronpa fan I've read a lot of fanfiction, so I've decided to compile a list of some of my personal favourites (in no particular order) for your perusal. Contains very minor plot spoilers, but nothing beyond what the tags/descriptions will tell you. Bear in mind these are mainly V3 because that's my favourite, but there are a couple of others. Enjoy :D

New Danganronpa V3BOOT: Killing Harmony Redux - EternalSailorNeptune_53.

Unique in the fact that not only is it a Talentswap AU, but a Simulation AU as well. The general premise is that DRV3 wound up being such a monumental disappointment of a season that Shirogane is forced to rewrite it and try again.

Something that stands out about this fic in particular is its characterization. It tweaks the personalities and backstories of the cast to fit their new talents, all while remaining fundamentally true to their canon counterparts. There's a new death order, new motives, and all of the jokes hit. It's really funny but also made me cry at a few points. Ships include SaiMatsu, KoreKichi, TenMiko and some mild ShinToujo.

Words: 598,513

Chapters: 53/53 (Completed)

2. Taming the Wild Ones - DRonpaFanGirl

Hajime centric talentless AU. It's been quite a while since I've read this one, but if memory serves, it's set in a boarding school for troublemakers that Hajime gets sent to after getting into one too many fights. It explores the relationships between the characters, and touches on themes of mental health. It's written in the first person which I know can be a deterrent for many, but the dialogue is so good that it's easy to look past even if you usually don't like that sort of thing. There's a sequel that I haven't read yet myself, but I'm sure it's probably just as entertaining as the first one. Ships include Komahinanami (with a heavier focus on Hinanami than Komahina & Komanami), + background Saimatsu, Kaimaki, Izuru/Celestia, and Mondo/Mukuro.

Words: 100,334

Chapters: 71/71 (Complete)

3. The Powerful Skeletons Series - EternalLoveSong

Another V3 Talentswap AU, except this time it's a collection of shorter fics, currently about 27 of them, set in the same talentswap universe. It features Supreme Leader Maki, Assassin Kokichi, Inventor Shuichi, and Servant Rantaro to name a few, and each character gets the spotlight at some point. I don't have a lot to say about these but they're very good.

Words: 95,923 Total

4. Alternative Ending, New Beginning - CrowSandwhich

V3 Chapter 5 canon divergence AU, in which various factors (Maki) cause Kokichi's plan to backfire before he can complete it. Due to his injuries, he winds up confined to the hangar by the rest of the survivors, under the belief that he's the mastermind. Incredibly engaging, but tragically discontinued. Kokichi & Kaito centric, no ships.

Words: 36,523

Chapters: 6/6 (Discontinued)

5. Irreplaceable - apollo_python

Set many years after the events of V3. The participants of the final killing game have all disappeared under mysterious circumstances, with the exception of Shuichi and Kokichi, who've been out of contact and down on their luck since the game ended. At Shuichi's insistence, they take it upon themselves to find their missing former classmates. A Saiouma thriller/mystery with a heavy focus on their relationship. Ships include Saiouma, and background Kaimaki/Irumatsu.

Words: 31,827

Chapters: 3/? (Unfinished)

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haunted-xander · 1 year

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Chiaki and Ryota had been traveling together for a while now. Surviving the apocalypse isn't exactly... easy. So grouping together is always a good idea, even if it means you'll have to split your resources. At least all those survival games made it seem like it. Teamwork is always better than working alone, I think.

"...Huh? what's that sound?" Looking up from where she'd been seated on the ground, she noticed a pair of lights in the sky. "Is that... a helicopter?" As the sound of harsh wind resistance got louder, she could confirm that it was, indeed, a helicopter. And not only that but... "HEY! YOU TWO, DOWN THERE! WE ARE MEMBERS OF THE FUTURE FOUNDATION, AND WE ARE HERE TO SAVE YOU!" a voice shouted from the airborne vehicle. Oh, and is that...?

The helicopter descended nearby, and out walked two men and a familiar woman. Yukizome-sensei... "You two. Based on your uniforms, you must be former Hope's Peak students, right?" A gruff man spoke out. I feel like I've seen him before... Ah, right. He worked security... I think. "Oh, there's no need to wonder. Nanami-san, Mitarai-kun! It's so lovely to see you again! I'm so happy you two are safe and sound, your dear old teacher was so worried!" Chisa ran towards them with her arms outstretched, clearly aiming for a hug. Both Chiaki and Ryota flinched and side-stepped her.

"Huh...? Aren't you happy to see me? C'mon a little reunion hug won't hurt!" Chisa looked confused and upset at their rejection, but Chiaki could see the underlying frustration at the lack of trust. ...I want to be happy to see her but... I know she's still brainwashed. If only I... "Come now, Chisa. They're probably just shaken, is all. I'm sure they will be more open to your affections once they've calmed down." The other man, wearing white, said placantly at Chisa. A light scoff could be heard coming from the gruffer of the two, unheard by other.

Looking back at the white-dressed man, Chisa smiled softly. "Ah, of course. You're absolutely right as always, Kyosuke!" Ah, so his name is 'Kyosuke'. "I'm so sorry if I scared you two, I was just so relieved that you where safe!" Liar. Kyosuke and the gruff man then approached them and gestured for them to enter the helicopter. "Ah, but first things first, we should introduce ourselves! Of course, you already know your dear old teacher, Chisa Yukizome - former Ultimate Housekeeper and currently the director of the Future Foundations 5th division! Buuuut these two men are probably total strangers to you, right?" Looking slightly embarassed, Kyosuke let out a small chuckle. "Yes, of course. How impolite of me. I am Kyosuke Munakata, the vice leader of Future Foundation and the former Ultimate Student Council President." With what seems to be a perpetual scowl, the gruff man followed suit, "I'm Juzo Sakakura. You might've seen me around Hope's Peak since I worked security there. I'm the former Ultimate Boxer and currently the director of the 6th division."

As they entered, Chiaki noticed that Chisa was still standing outside with her back turned to them. Even though she couldn't see her former teacher's face, she felt her form oozing with malice. Munakata-kun and Sakakura-kun don't know she's brainwashed... I'll need to tell them eventually.

I need to make sure Yukizome-sen- ah, san? Yukizome-san doesn't cause any more despair.

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the-splidinky · 7 months

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twitter has become inhabitable so ive wiped my account and im reposting all my art here. these r profiles i drew A Long Time Ago for this college/roommates au fic

#super danganronpa 2 #hajime hinata #kazuichi souda #fuyuhiko kuzuryu #peko pekoyama #chiaki nanami #sonia nevermind #my art #ao3 link #danganronpa fanart #danganronpa fic #author 2

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anzynai · 7 months

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Day 3 - Cuddles

Chiaki x Hajime x Nagito (Danganronpa 2)

a/n: so this is our first tktober fic that payton and i wrote together!! we both LIVE for these three so ofc we wrote them for one of our prompts. ANYWAYS, this doesn’t contain any spoilers so u don’t have to worry about that. enjoy!

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Chiaki pouted, feeling cold air reach her body, unable to sleep. She glanced over at Hajime and Nagito. The both of them were sleeping and both clearly had much more of the blanket than she did. Not only that, but why was she the one nearly falling off the bed?

It was true that the bed was definitely a bit small for the three of them to be in bed together, but it isn’t as if it was the first time they’ve slept together and they’ve made it work. She tried scooting in closer, but Nagito turned, pushing at Hajime, then to her.

“Ugh…” She grumbled. It was summer.. Why was it so cold? Hajime didn’t seem to care about Nagito pushing him around. Probably was because he wasn’t freezing his head off and still had plenty of space.

“Hajime, move over a bit..” She nudged him, gently.

“Mmm…” He groaned, sleepily, but stayed unmoving. Chiaki narrowed her eyes.

“Hajime..” She said again, and he looked blearily at her and she thought he was going to move, but then he just tried going back to sleep. She shoved him over, pushing his side.

Sleepy giggled poured from his lips. He sure was having a good time seeing her suffer. Still, the giggles didn’t stop and it led her to wonder if it was something else making him laugh. She stared, puzzled, before being reminded of the fact that her precious boyfriend was ticklish.

“C-Chihihiaki! Stohohohop..!” He laughed quietly, but she smiled.

Nagito slowly stirred from his slumbers, turning towards the noise. “Huh?”

“Oh, sorry for waking you.” Chiaki mumbled, though she didn’t stop tickling Hajime.

Nagito was slowly growing more and more awake as the sound of laughter continued. A jolt of awareness struck him when Hajime rolled away from Chiaki, slamming right against him in the process.

“Sohohorry!” Nagito listened as Hajime apologized, but that didn’t stop the brunette from pushing him further to the end of their bed. Chiaki moved her fingers to his stomach, seeing that tickling him to move was thankfully working.

Nagito though wasn’t gonna let them push him off the bed… so with a small smile he squeezed his fingers between Hajime’s back; the one currently pressed against his chest, and began skittering his fingers wherever on his backside he could reach.

“Nahahagito…?!” Hajime questioned in surprise, his laughter beginning to rise in octaves now that they were both tickling him. He wasn’t sure what to do, frantically rolling onto his stomach to get away from his fingers, unluckily trapping Chiaki’s in the process.

It really didn’t help that he was right in the middle of them, both attacking him with tickles as a way to get more space. “Hajime…! Don’t move closer!” Chiaki complained, the three of them then realized this had caused them to be fully awake…

Well, that didn’t really matter right now.

She slipped her hands out from under him, but that small break Hajime received of only one person tickling him was quickly gone as Chiaki reached for his hip, squeezing it quite roughly.

The sheer level of how ticklish it was caused Hajime to thrash back into his previous position against Nagito. Chiaki with her free hand tugged to grab some of the covers, before noticing Hajime’s legs were getting tangled in them.

“Hajime— you’re taking all of the blanket!” Nagito seemed to have noticed it too, half-jokingly complaining about it. They both knew it was in no way his fault this had happened.

The brunette only continued to laugh and have more weak attempts at blocking their fingers, “Guhuhuys! Thihihis is sohoho unfahahair!” Hajime was right, it was unfair; but this situation was turning more competitive then imagined.

“You should stop moving so much. I was sleeping, you know?” Nagito teased, grazing his neck, smiling at how Hajime’s neck scrunched up.

“Stohohop t-tihihihickling me thehehen!” Hajime giggled, squirming. Chiaki smiled, fondly and Hajime blushed as he made eye contact. She lightly traced his sides, while Nagito continued what he had been doing. However, Chiaki leans down, planting a kiss on Hajime’s cheek. It was very affectionate and it was the last thing that broke Hajime’s defenses. He literally melted. His squirming slowed as he just let the two tickle him to pieces.

Nagito, seemingly wanting to be included, started kissing all over Hajime’s face—his cheeks, his forehead, his lips, and like Chiaki, his tickling was gentle and grazing, enough to make Hajime flinch and giggle lightly.

“How did someone like me get such an adorable boyfriend?” Nagito whispered, softly, against his skin as Hajime averted his eyes, closing them instead.

“You’re both amazing.” Chiaki murmured, as she leaned against Hajime, still giggling, nuzzling into his neck. She began rubbing his tummy instead, so it didn’t really tickle all that much. Nagito yawned, seeing that Chiaki stopped, so he decided to as well. He wrapped his arms around Hajime, who was trying to catch his breath.

“Y-you guys are so dumb…” Hajime whined, though they could both hear the affection in his tone.

“But you love us.” Chiaki slurred, and seconds later, he could hear the sound of her sleeping, her light snores. Soon, he could hear Nagito’s too and he struggled to contain the large smile that made his way to his face.

Oh, yes he did. So, so much.

#tickling #tickletober 2023 #tickletober #chiaki nanami #nagito komaeda #hajime hinata #lee!hajime hinata #ler!nagito komaeda #ler!chiaki nanami #tickle fic #ticklish!hajime hinata #danganronpa #dr2 #danganronpa 2

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causeitsagame · 10 months

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For the travel prompt, no. 22? With Hajime and Fuyuhiko OR honestly whomever in SDR2 if you're tired of the boys by now 😂 P.S travel buddies, safe travels -xoxo you get one guess

22. Muffled, from the other side of the door

(Fic prompt here, and feel free to send more, anyone! There's another one that I'm doing now that I got this imagery out of my head, and I don't mind having more in the hopper.)

I debated which route to take with the prompt, and then realized that I was circling between some closely related options. So, it turned into "three times someone didn't quite say 'I love you' and one time that they did." Feel free to read as romantic/platonic as you want with any of these.

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DAY WW:

"I checked the library quite thoroughly, and I believe our visitor was a Pacific green turtle. See?" From where she sat on the floor, Sonia rose to a kneeling position. She held a book open above a plexiglass panel, like the man behind it would suddenly open his eyes and comment on the pages.

Gundham didn't, of course. He, and everyone else who'd died inside the Neo-World Program, stayed motionless behind their pod doors.

As if he'd responded, Sonia lowered herself back to the floor and continued to study her book. "After she buried her eggs in the sand, I watched her return to the ocean. I tried to think of all the markers you would look for, and I'm quite sure that the shape of her bill indicated this species."

Gundham's pod remained as silent as ever.

"They're migratory animals." Sonia's hands began to shake where she held the book. "She was missing most of one of her front fins. She just barely made it back to the water. I had to wonder if she encountered a shark along her migration route, or…" Her hands shook more until she gripped the book harder. "Or people."

No matter where that turtle swam, she might have encountered the aftereffects of humanity's collapse. Someone starving didn't care if an animal they saw was endangered; deadly pollution still spread; warfare caught all sorts of innocents in its crosshairs.

And all of those problems could be traced back to the people who had been assigned to these pods.

"I'm mostly hoping it wasn't some sort of chemical problem," Sonia uselessly continued, slipping back into her native tongue. Why did she keep talking? It wasn't like he'd respond. "That might weaken the egg shells if so, right? But… her children should be healthy. Things should be easier for them. Things should… things should start to get better, now."

Sonia's weak smile trembled as she rose back onto her knees to study Gundham. He'd grown lean and quiet as a member of Ultimate Despair. After Junko died and they became the Remnants, the remaining, ascended leaders of Junko's cause, devotion escalated to a fever pitch. Some mutilated themselves, while Sonia directed her nation's people into mass graves. Gundham had separated himself even more from humanity and let his body outright wither.

When Sonia was out in the sun with the other survivors, that era could almost feel like a fever dream, though one that demanded a lifetime's atonement. Gundham looked the same as he had, though; so did everyone else still behind these pod doors. It made it hard not to focus on those years. Deliberately, Sonia stared down at his face and forced her brain to reach even further back.

"I'm sure you'll want to help the turtles when you wake up, right?" Sonia wondered, and polished a tiny spot on his pod door. "I hope you'll let me help. When you and I first talked, back in school… I very much loved helping you with your animals. And I loved…"

Her voice trailed off and Sonia sat back on her heels. No. She'd wait to say that until he'd woken up, and could hear it.

After that pause, Sonia nodded, stood, and adjusted her book. "I'll be sure to look after the turtles until you wake up, all right?"

There was no answer.

Of course.

DAY XX:

"Ten laps, this morning," Akane bragged, and rapped her knuckles ten times exactly against Nekomaru's pod door. "I'm really getting my strength back."

Ten laps? Ten laps of what? Don't get sloppy, that's not a regimen! Describe it better!

Akane lifted an arm high overhead, stretching out its aching muscles. "Ten laps around the middle island, I mean."

The pod practically radiated judgment.

"I know it's the littlest island," Akane added with a dramatic eyeroll. "I'm working my way up, all right? One day, I run laps around its beach. The next day, I swim 'em. And eventually, I'll move up to a bigger island. Maybe you'll be outta there by then, huh?"

See, now that, I can understand! Have you been tracking your times?

"I know, I know, I gotta time myself," Akane grumbled. "You sure do love your numbers, Coach."

Heh. I have to track them, since you won't!

It was so easy to imagine Nekomaru's responses that Akane's imagination couldn't help but picture him opening his eyes, shoving the pod door wide open, and wrapping her into a hug as strong as he'd ever given. But he didn't, reality corrected a moment later. Not yet.

Not yet. Not yet.

Akane swallowed down anything but her daily training report. Coach Nekomaru didn't care about other stuff, right? He'd just want her getting her strength back, and so that was what she'd tell him.

"I'll aim for eleven laps, tomorrow," Akane added, and added one more tap on his pod door. "And I'll time myself!"

You'd better.

Right.

Until he woke up, she'd only talk training.

DAY YY:

"It feels like even longer than it's been. But you're gonna be one of the hardest to wake up, apparently." A heavy sigh escaped Fuyuhiko. "I told Kazuichi and Hajime that they'd better not cut any damn corners. Started yelling, too, until they asked why I was shouting at them. Well, Kazuichi whined about it. For Hajime, it felt like he looked right through me, like he was pulling my brain inside out, and promised you'd be safe."

Fuyuhiko studied the woman inside the pod. Peko had fared better than many of them, to look at her, but that was probably because she'd never been allowed softness while growing up. There hadn't been much there for hell to burn away.

"I keep seeing a shadow out of the corner of my eye, and some part of me still thinks it's you. It's like…" Fuyuhiko smiled wanly, and adjusted the eyepatch that stole a good forty degrees of vision from that side. Yeah. It was like he was walking around with a blind spot over much of his existence.

After that pause, he continued, "I know you'd want to hear that I'm doing okay. Am I? I don't even fucking know. I know how to make friends, now. Without them, I…" He exhaled heavily. "I wouldn't be here. Sorry. I know you'd hate to hear that. I got pretty fucked up after you… uh, left, and I basically stopped caring if I woke up each morning. They made me care, again.

"But isn't that backwards?" Fuyuhiko wondered, leaning against Peko's pod and staring up at the dim metal ceiling. "I still don't totally know how to be without you. When we were really little, I said I loved you before I said it to Mom or Dad. I didn't even remember that until Mom put me through a goddamn guilt trip over it. She was pissed." Sadness weighed on his expression. "And… she probably took it out on you."

Peko said nothing, of course. Even outside her pod, she'd stay quiet. They'd both been shaped like the trees in the family garden, growing in ways chosen by generations past.

"They said that 'love' was what you said to someone you really cared about," Fuyuhiko sighed. "So I said it to you." Another pause choked him, underlaid with the low, constant thrum of electrical current. "And I always meant it… but I didn't ever know how to be your friend. Yeah. Isn't that all ass-backwards?"

Naturally, she didn't reply.

"When you wake up," Fuyuhiko deliberately said, allowing no room for uncertainty, "Maybe we can finally figure out how to be friends. Now that I can do that, y'know."

Peko didn't move, but he hoped she liked the idea.

"Right. We'll get that figured out." Fuyuhiko opened his mouth, closed it, and shook his head. And he'd figure out what else to say, afterward.

DAY ZZ:

"I'm okay with this. With dying for good, I mean." The code-jumbled remains of Chiaki Nanami stared at an output screen hanging impossibly in the air over the Hotel Mirai swimming pool. Programming scrolled down it too quickly for any human to read, a endless waterfall jumble of neon green on black. None of it reflected in the still water below, which began to vanish in half-second blips.

Next to her, Usami smiled at the very last commands for the Neo-World Program. "Because it really worked, didn't it?" Though she'd forced herself out of the system's trash bin to finish off the Junko A.I., code integrity hadn't lasted for long. One of Usami's legs had lost its texture map and was a monochromatic pale grey. The other leg's overlay had gotten corrupted, and was now a staticky jumble of black, green, and red. "And so I'm okay, too!"

Chiaki felt a chunk of her face and most of her shoulder glitch a half-meter to the left, then snap back into place. It didn't hurt; she wasn't a body to tear apart. It was disorienting, though. She'd clawed herself out of the trash, too, when Hajime and the others were caught in a feedback loop, and the process was neither smooth nor easy. "Do you think she was okay?"

Usami turned to Chiaki and tilted her head. The ear lower to the ground fell completely limp, like the structure had been removed from her model. "She? Who are you talking about, Chiaki?"

Chiaki smiled sadly at the screen. On it, Nagito's neural processes were beginning to slowly awaken as his constructed reality crumbled. This world was nearly done. "I'm talking about Chiaki."

Usami's head further tilted.

"The real one."

Taking her hand, Usami declared, "You're real."

Chiaki's smile broadened, and she gripped Usami's paw tighter. "Then, the Chiaki they modeled me after. When she knew that she was about to die, do you think she was okay?"

Usami's typical cheer faltered as she looked down at the flickering swimming pool. Her other ear's structure fell flat, too. "Probably not."

"Yeah," Chiaki softly agreed. "Whatever she wanted or needed to do in her life… she never got the chance. So she couldn't have been okay, could she?" Her eyes turned back to the scrolling code, and as one line blurred past, Chiaki nodded. "He just woke up. They all made it."

"They all made it," Usami echoed. "All of them."

Sniffling, Chiaki knuckled away a tear with her free hand, ignoring how it was suddenly the same monochrome grey as Usami's leg. Her outfit cycled through four color schemes the designers had tried before settling on her final model. They'd dummied out the content, but as her model faltered, it grabbed for any potential data to use. "But me? I got to do what I needed to do. So I'm okay. I really am."

"We both did amazingly!" Usami declared. Above them, the skybox projection snapped into sudden low resolution. Soft cumulus curves became blurry white boxes. "Um. So, the Neo-World Program is trying to shut down, now that Nagito is out of his pod."

Chiaki slowly nodded. Her hand glitched out of Usami's, but she grabbed and held it again. "What needs to happen?"

"That's the control screen," Usami explained as they both stared up at the floating wall of code. It had gone quiet, except for one error message: SHUTDOWN AVERTED. OBSERVER ENGAGED. That error kept repeating, and so it began to take over the screen. "It thinks we want to interact with the program, since we're still in this room."

Chiaki exhaled. She was okay, she was. And she hoped that, somehow, the flesh-and-blood Chiaki would feel some tiny echo of her accomplishment. Maybe that would help her rest. Maybe. "Then, come on, Usami. Let's go."

Usami nodded up at her. Her entire texture map was either gone or glitched, now; Chiaki could only imagine what her own model looked like. "Let's go. And I'm so proud."

"Me too," Chiaki agreed as she led Usami through the front doors of Hotel Mirai, into the lobby where she'd spent so much of her time. The lobby where she'd first met Hajime. "I'll never forget any of them."

When the door clicked shut, the world became impossibly quiet. "It knows we're not observing, any more," Usami whispered. Behind her, an arcade machine blinked out, and then the reception desk.

"The program can end, now," Chiaki agreed, just as softly, and turned back to the door.

It felt like everyone else was right on the other side, somehow, as she rested her free hand upon it. "I love all of you," Chiaki whispered, and smiled through her tears. "We'll be friends forever. Goodbye."

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SHUTDOWN COMPLETE.

#my fic #i'll tag for characters more than ships since you can read most of them either way #(and the last duo is definitely not a ship lmfao)#sonia nevermind #gundham tanaka #akane owari #nekomaru nidai #fuyuhiko kuzuryuu #peko pekoyama #chiaki nanami #usami

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