#Lawrence Dangerous fellows

[lostiolite]

Mmm, save me clinically insane man wearing fur collared coat 💥

[kinda-cute-kinda-insane]

Calling 4 the dangerous fellow fandom pspspspps

[clownboymcchucklefuck]

A guillotine couldn't cut off the head I would give him

[rottenzombrainz]

Lawrence emojis!!

for my fellow DF fans <3 (these are official from Dangerous Fellows)

I had the other characters emojis somewhere too but I think I deleted them :(

[ox-imagines-burner]

Have you ever played any Storytaco inc games other than Dangerous Fellows? if not, I totally reccomend eternal afterlife and secret kiss with knight!

the only other one i've played is dangerous shelter! I got it bc I found out Lawrence had a brother in it and then i opened it and found out that Lawrence HIMSELF was also in it. I lost it then grinded for three days to get enough resources to get his ending lol 😭

[yandere-romanticaa]

Ah, hindsight sure is funny with this guy

[narabea06]

(Dangerous Fellows AU ramble)

Honestly the idea of thinking how manipulative Lawrence actually is or even how much worse he could be is so interesting to me. Like before MC came around and he was running the group, even tho he was keeping the group alive, he was still probably sabotaging them

The idea that with the way the group is put together, I've kinda like the idea that he purposely isolated the group, purposely poked at conflict when he needed to, went out of his way to make sure everyone hated each other, that nobody was able to actually bond or get along. Like he probably even purposely didn't have people use the skills they had for the right uses, purposely underutilizing the tools they all had to make sure everyone felt hopeless. So they relied on him. So he was in control

This is kinda just a hc but it is canon Lawrence is manipulative and picked off members of the group that he saw as threats

Anyway i hate Lawrence, he's a bitch and i kinda hate people who look at him and say "oh hes just a silly guy, i love him!" He's a stalker and a creep like he is not silly he's disgusting and a horrible horrible person

[keinz]

dfel fans making a Lawrence playlist and putting Für elise is both the funniest and saddest thing for me

[ox-imagines]

Babe wake up, new wallpaper pair just dropped

[kspl200]

Memory Number 9 Thoughts of Lost Minds

Mc: (Ever since Lawrence went to the safe zone I've felt lonely, but to think that Lawrence... Recently when I was looking out the second-floor window I saw Ethan or well what's left of him, I couldn't help it relieved to see him alive. i knew he was nothing more than a zombie, a being that is neither alive nor dead, but he still had faith that there would be a cure to save him soon. Still, he knew that if Lawrence saw him he would kill him, So I decided to do nothing. I mean what could I do? If somehow get close to him, will he kill me or turn me into a zombie like him, I just prayed that Lawrence would never see him.

Every day was the same, I barely managed in the most discouraging way and with less desire to live every second, get out of bed, and eat whatever I didn't have to cook, eating ramen noodles, raw, had become a habit. Once every two days I went up to the roof to take care of the plants, I knew that even if I managed to make them grow well I would never taste them, or at least I hoped that I only did it so as not to go crazy without doing anything or talking to anyone.

I didn't want to accept it under any circumstances, but deep down I knew, that if Lawrence didn't come back, I would die, not because I can't take care of myself, but because I could bear to lose the only person I have left in this world. Without Lawrence I won't live, these thoughts would kill me, they run through my mind" what do I do if he doesn't come back "I just denied it, but I knew the answer, I knew the answer immediately the moment crossed the schoolyard.

A month passed and Lawrence did not come back, I was worried, I thought he had died, I considered running away from school to look for him, but he told me not to go out unless 2 months had passed. I still got out of school, it wasn't easy, I made it, I had no intention of dropping out, I think I just wanted to avoid going crazy, doing nothing but watering plants. It was difficult not to go into despair, I was already bored, I just went out to look for something to do or feel deep down, I just wanted to feel that I could die at any moment.

There was nothing around the school anymore, it wasn't worth looking any further.

I only went out and maybe I just did it to feel that I was alive, even when the zombies approached me and I realized that I was hiding, that I was doing everything possible to survive. I realized that I wanted to live deep inside of me, even unconsciously, would I be able to kill myself even knowing that this was my fault, that the death of all my companions was nothing but my fault?

I didn't want to die, you could call me a coward and maybe you'd be right, I shouldn't be alive or trying to stay alive, still, I can't help wanting to be alive. Even if I'm going to have to have death breathing down my neck for the rest of my life, I'm going to survive.

At this point I just want to survive, the only thing waiting for me to do is stay in this Castle that he built, for me, I will stay here waiting, like the princess who only hopes that her prince will rescue her. I'm not useless either, I try to do things, but every day that passes I feel more alone, I feel that madness irremediably takes over my being.)

2 months passed slowly and quickly slow for MC and fast for Lawrence

He was working with the army trying to develop strategies against the zombies, so the entire infected population near the safe zone was eliminated without major complications, earning the respect of the general and several ministers. Due to his age, they did not formally give him very important positions, but if he carried out actions that would correspond to a high command without complaining, getting a small apartment in just 2 months in the only area that was habitable in the city.

Lawrence: (no matter where I am, people are the same everywhere, idiots, sometimes I wonder what makes others so different from me? Why do they seem such idiots in comparison? They get so carried away by her emotions, I didn't understand it until I met her, from my reaction you could say that from the view of others I am much more impulsive and sentimental than others, most of the time it's like I don't have emotions, but when I did I protested in the most violent way possible.

Considering that I can understand that my love can be dangerous, what can I do if I love more intensely than others? It's also not like I wanted to kill them from the beginning, it's just that they were a constant obstacle to being with her, stealing her attention, kindness, and love from her.

I remember how I look at idiot Ethan with a different affection and worst of all, much more intense than the one you had for me. The others were just brats that would waste the air around you, he had to eliminate them.

I don't regret what I did, but I would like to know if I hadn't done everything I did.

Would you love me more? Your actions show me submission to me, not love, I want her love from her, I want her to love me like I do, that she wants me as I wanted her. She that she dreams of me like she does every night, I want her to be her dreams, not her nightmares. I would do whatever it takes to make you forget them and only remember me, if I could turn back time I would have killed them before you knew them and I would go for you, so he would love me the same way if he had known you were alive...

Time is cruel and does not stop or go back for a second, I can only move forward and pave our way. To prevent others from getting in the way again, I will make our future so bright that it overshadows what you consider to be bad memories.

Getting a high position with my intelligence was easy, but it took time me now I'll just go for you, it's not long before our bright future begins)

[ox-imagines]

save me possessive-protective insane man, save me

what do you mean hes fictional. i need him

[fishfish-228]

Я не удержался и нарисовал, пока ещё тренд

[the-fridge-orange]

[clownboymcchucklefuck]

Dude how come in the Dangerous Fellows dms talking to Harry is all romantic and its implied that you're already dating at the time of the messages but Lawrence's is him being a little piss baby man GIVE ME THE ROMANCE AAAAAAAA

[rottenzombrainz]

A Little Lawrence Fanfic >w< (Dangerous Fellows)

Beginning notes:

A little fic of my favorite mentally disturbed golden child. plz be nice! this is my first public fanfic!!

Dangerous Fellows is an otome game with an zombie apocalypse setting by Storytaco. inc! If you've never played it, I highly recommend it!

sfw, GN Reader, yandere (but not really this is super tame fluff), mild spoilers

It was another day with the new group you're staying with. Everyone was doing their part in patrols as usual. You were going to scavenge resources with some of the others, but Lawrence insisted that you help him check inventory. You hadn't spent much time with him one on one... it was a little nerve racking.

"So how have you been adjusting?" He suddenly asks with his usual warm smile.

"Adjusting? I've been fine, for the most part... I really like it here. It's nice to be with others after surviving alone for so long."

"Good. No one's been giving you any trouble?"

"Um...well..." You begin.

Lawrence looks at you with immense attentiveness.

"Scarlett's still not very happy about me joining the group. She's really rude... and she asks me to do favors for her like I owe her something."

Lawrence looks at you with a pensive expression.

"Really?"

You look away, feeling a little embarrassed for talking poorly of someone else...but it was true. She would order you around, take food from you, single you out, and she always gave you foul glares.

"You know..." Lawrence speaks, tallying up some rations. "Scarlett begged and cried for me to let her stay when she first joined."

"Really?"

"Really. It was really pitiful. I wasn't going to let her stay...she seemed like a liability. Sometimes you need to sacrifice one to save the many. But she came shortly after we formed our little group of survivors, I didn't want the others to think I was cold and heartless. I thought I made the right decision, letting her stay, but I didn't think she'd give the next new member so much trouble."

You mumble out a little "mhh" to show your listening. It felt uncanny hearing Lawrence use words like "pitiful", "liability", and "sacrifice". He was usually so kind, so tender.

"She may act like it, but she doesn't have any authority here. I run things. And if that were to ever change, it'd be Ethan taking my place."

The conviction in his words made you feel a little uneasy, but you muster up your voice to ask the question on your mind.

"How'd you even become the leader in the first place? Did the others elect you?"

"Elect? No, that wouldn't have worked. Everyone wants to be in charge in a lawless world like this - we would have gotten nowhere like that. I took advantage of a poor situation. Silver lining, and all that."

You cock your head with intrigue

"It's... not something I like to talk about. I felt like something bad was going to go down, so I gathered who I could and stayed a step ahead of calamity. I have a sixth sense for those kinds of things. So stay close, and I'll protect you, okay?"

You slowly nod, enamoured by his charming smile as you unknowingly open some sort of wrapper. Once you notice the crinkling, you jump slightly and glance over at Lawrence with a sorry expression.

He didn't seem disappointed at all...in fact, he quietly laughed, holding his hand over his mouth.

"It's okay, you can eat it if you're hungry."

"Really? But the inventory-"

"What about it? We're the ones making the list right now~"

Lawrence laughs again with a glint of mischief in his eyes. You had the impression he was a strict rule follower- an unbiased mediator to guide lost souls in these trialing times. But... he's just like anyone else.

Lawrence adjusts his glasses as his laughter fades before looking over at you.

"Is it good?"

"Huh?"

"The cookie. The one in your hands?"

He smirks, pointing to your hands.

You look down and notice what you unwrapped was a cookie. A chocolate one with white chocolate chips. You glance over at Lawrence again before taking a bite. It's...stale. Very stale. But it's taste is better than most of the other things you've eaten since the outbreak.

"Mmh- it's stale" You mumble, chewing the hard cookie.

Lawrence laughs again, clearly finding your struggle endearing.

"You know, if we find the right supplies, I could make some fresh ones"

You happily hum with intrigue as you do your best to chew the rock-solid dessert.

"Cookies aren't very hard to make. We just need some flour, sugar, some eggs - maybe we could substitute the eggs with something else...."

He trails off, writing something in the margin of the looseleaf paper he was using to track the supplies.

You struggle to swallow the bite you took before asking Lawrence another question.

"Do you like baking, Lawrence?"

He continues writing for a moment before responding to you.

"It's something I've always wanted to get into... but my parents didn't approve."

"Really? What's there to not approve of?"

"It's not what they had in mind for my future. They wanted me to be a doctor or a lawyer or... you know, 'something respectable'"

You sympathetically frown at him, raising the cookie to your mouth to take another bite before remembering how well that went just a moment ago.

"Are you not gonna finish it?"

You shake your head. Lawrence extends his hand outward to you.

"Let me try. It can't be that bad!"

He optimistically smiles as you hand over the chocolate cookie. He looks intently at it for a moment, tracing his finger over the bite mark you left. Lawrence brings it to his mouth and attempts to bite through it, having to chomp down a few times before actually breaking a piece off.

"Ugh... Is this made out of concrete?"

You laugh as he struggles to chew the cookie, just as you did. The furrow in his brow softens as he sees your face light up with amusement.

"I'll make you something much better than this, I promise"

"Pfft- anything would be better than this titanium cookie" You jest.

You giggle as you continue to watch Lawrence struggle with the cookie.

"Your image of me is probably tainted now, isn't it? 'Strong, charismatic, reliable Lawrence struggles to eat a stale cookie'"

You can hear the self-deprivation in his voice, straightening out your smile. You insistently shake your head.

"No! I still think you're strong and reliable!"

"And charismatic?"

"And charismatic..."

The two of you laugh a little more as you decide to throw the cookie around to see what'll break it. It's not a good use of food, but does it even count if it's unchewable?

Ending Notes:

eughhh my fingers are cramping... Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this silly little fic, and apologizes for any other Lawrence stans who were hoping to get carried into the basement and tied up. Who knows? maybe I'll write a darker fic with him in the future?

I'm very self conscious about how people will react to the way I see characters, but I've studied Lawrence like a... uh... *insert something people study really hard*. The silly otome man has been living in my head rent free for almost six years now, I'm confident enough in my understanding of his character to write fics like this.

If you liked this fic, please give me some words of encouragement in the comments... it'll make me wanna write more *fishes for praise cutley uwu*

I'm sorry that was cringe I'm going to stop writing now....

[s1v1l]

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