#danganronpa rarepair week 2024

[xshinina]

DR Rare pair week Day 1: Soulmates

The right people at the wrong time

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(this probably fits more in the "Killing Game Life" prompt but my take is that they REALLY were meant to be endgame, like, just LOOK at their FTE, but silly Dangitgrandpa shenanigans ensued and... yeah...)

Thanks to @dr-rarepair-week-blog for hosting this week! Will probably do a day or two more >:)

[dr-rarepair-week-blog]

Welcome to Danganronpa Rarepair Week 2024!

This event begins on June 16th and ends on June 22nd!

Day One (June 16th): dreaming/soulmates

Day Two (June 17th): summer outing/school dance

Day Three (June 18th): self care/caring for the other

Day Four (June 19th): killing game life/mastermind au

Day Five (June 20th): gift giving/peace

Day Six (June 21st): found footage/local mystery

Day Seven (June 22nd): fashion/decorations

More information on the event under the cut!

The rules are the same as they usually are, but I'll reiterate them!

1. For organization, use the tag [#danganronpa rarepair week 2024] and [#dr rarepair week 2024]! Tagging me is optional, but it's the best chance of me seeing your content. Please also tag the characters involved in the ship and a ship name!

2. All forms of media are allowed! This includes digital/traditional art, stories, edits, and cosplays! However, using others' content is prohibited, and I will block you.

3. Incest and Warrior of Hope ships are prohibited, as well as anything involving Haji Towa. This is mostly for personal comfort. Any entries of these sorts will not be interacted with.

4. NSFW (heavy gore and/or pornography) is allowed, but it will not be reblogged here. Mild gore/implied NSFW will be reblogged. And please tag these things appropriately!

5. Please keep in mind that this is for rarepair content! Don't get me wrong, many mainstream ships are great, but I think that many rare ships also deserve a week to shine. And instead of making tons of individual weeks, I made one collective week for them.

And remember to have fun!!! I'm glad that so many people enjoyed the event, and I can't wait to see what people come up with!

6. There is no deadline for this ship week! Please feel free to do the prompts even if you miss the days!

QNA:

Are cross-game ships allowed? Yes!

What counts as a popular/disallowed ship? I made a list, which can be found here and will also be reblogged at some point as a reminder.

Do I have to stick to one ship for the whole week? No! You can if you want to, or you can submit multiple ships, as long as they're rarepairs.

Is implied NSFW/a fade to black scene okay? Yes! As long it's not explicit, you're good.

Are any characters besides the WoH/Haji Towa banned? No! The main game characters and manga/anime exclusive characters are welcome.

[chickensoup1025]

Danganronpa Rarepair Week 2024

Day 1: Dreaming/Soulmates

Akamota!!! My first drv3 ship, Kaito totally had a crush on her. 🌌🎶

[foldable-mattress]

Rarepair Week Day 3: Self Care/Caring for the Other

Thank you for hosting @dr-rarepair-week-blog !!

This will probably be my last one so I can focus on getting ready for Art Fight. I would love to at least do day seven after this because I adore the polycule I chose for it, and I've never seen it, but I'm not gonna be mad if I can't. I had a lot of fun with these so far though, hopefully next year I'll be stronger!!

[abb-mai]

some akamota for @dr-rarepair-week-blog ! i chose the theme peace😊🥰

[wintercandle42]

Even after everything…

…I still love you.

I will always love you.

(Day 1, Soulmates)

[andytheshipper]

Danganronpa Rarepair Week 2024

Day 4: Killing Game Life / Mastermind AU

Why...do you remind me of someone?

@dr-rarepair-week-blog

[snowbirdbaby]

My babies <3<3<3<3

@dr-rarepair-week-blog Day 4: Killing Game Life/[Mastermind Au]

[sharkyrandom]

Danganronpa Rarepair Week 2024

Day 4: Killing Game/Mastermind AU

[stormypip7]

Hey! I drew something for the rarepair week! @dr-rarepair-week-blog

Day One: Dreaming/ Soulmates

I'm not big into ships at the moment, so I just drew a pair I thought could be cute :)

[ultimateplaylistmaker]

Oh wow I actually managed to write something for @dr-rarepair-week-blog

Soulmates Au, Celeste/Makoto, Soulmates have both the name and first words spoken on one wrist each.

Common Greetings

Makoto could barely concentrate through the introductions, mechanically introducing himself to each person he approached. He knew he was stalling, saving the one he most dreaded and most wanted to talk to for last. Words itched on his wrist, the words that bonded him to his soulmate, 

"Things just keep getting curiouser, and curiouser." The girl in black had said at his introduction, perfectly matching the words on his wrist. The girl who was almost certainly Taeko Yasuhiro, the girl he had wondered his whole life about. 

Did she know? Her face was cool as ice, with no single twitch, a perfect poker face. It was just his luck that the panic of all that was happening had made him use such a plain and average greeting. Surely she had to know either way, though? He had said his name. It would match the name on her other wrist even without him saying something completely recognizable.

Still, if she knew, she really did give nothing away about it. A perfect porcelain yet blank expression stared at him, as if daring him to even think himself able to approach her.

He didn't want Ishimaru to yell at him again for wasting time, though, so he steadied his nerves and walked over to her.

"I do not think we have been introduced, my name is Celestia Ludenberg." She said with a small smile, eyes that had before seemed regal boring into him with an intensity. If daring him to contradict her.

 Feeling caught off foot at the unexpected name, Makoto could only stumble out, "Celestia...Luden....huh?" 

It was true that the threads online had called her that, but he thought it was just an alias. Was he wrong? Was this all just a coincidence? He couldn't be sure; her sleeves puffed around the wrist, making it impossible to glimpse. 

Best to not be caught staring at a woman's wrists, though, that could end poorly.

Her smile turned icier after a beat of thought, tilting her head in a way that made his heart beat faster," Ludenberg. It is my name. But I would prefer for you to call me Celeste. "

Even with her eyes closed in an icy smile, he still felt like he was being challenged. She was a gambler that was for sure. He hadn't been entirely sure; with how tight-lipped and stoic the girl in purple had been, he almost thought her to be the gambler if it weren't for the lack of gothic clothing. Now, though, there could be no doubt.

A part of him wanted to curl away from her like a housecat, but from how his wrists practically itched in her presence. He knew he'd have to assert himself, to play her game.

" Um, you are Japanese right? "He cautiously asked, feeling himself stand up straight to look her in the eye. 

Her eyes opened like a flash of lightning, not quite looking at him, but still managing to seem like she was trying to pry every little detail out of his soul, then judge it unworthy.

" Of course, "Her voice was tight, controlled, and almost natural. He was surprised he could even pick up the slight tension hidden so well. "Why do you ask?"

It felt rude to pry further, like he should just leave this alone if he valued his life, but... If this was his soulmate, he needed to be able to stand strong to her. Soulmates were equal, after all; he had to be able to not bow away from her eyes. 

So, with more confidence than he felt, he asked," If you don't mind...could you tell me your real name? "

Her eyes looked his dead in the eye, silent, before she let out a cold chuckle like she was a queen trying to decide whether to behead one who had slightly inconvenienced her. "I don't know what you're talking about, Celestia Ludenberg is my real name."

Her gaze grew even more intense, leaning slightly closer to him. It took all his effort not to dart his eyes away, uneased by the amount of eye contact. 

"But as I mentioned, I would much rather you call me Celeste."

It was clear that she wouldn't budge, polite in a way that seemed more forceful than a rude dismissal would. However, he knew she had caught her attention from how her eyes never left him. Even if it felt like a mouse catching the attention of a panther. 

"I look forward to getting to know you better." She said, clearly dismissing him even as her eyes stayed on his. The hand on her chin as she chuckled, subtly flashing the metal accessory on her finger. He felt a shiver go down his spine at the clear threat. Could someone so menacing really be his soulmate? 

He wanted to keep pushing, but then Togami spoke, and he found himself losing his chance. Still, even as attention turned away, he could still feel her eyes burrowing into the back of his head.

——

Celeste was no fool; she had seen the recognition in the droll boy's eyes when she first spoke. Makoto Naegi, a common trash name with a common trash greeting meant for a common trash girl. She wasn't Taeko anymore, though; she was more, something greater who had no need for someone so common or basic. 

Still, he had managed to surprise her a little; few would make eye contact with her like that, and even fewer would challenge her words so brazenly. So perhaps he wasn't a completely worthless tool. No F rank like she had wondered he would be. Even if Taeko had certainly been F rank, he was at least a C rank, maybe even B if if he kept this up.

She let out another small chuckle; even if he was the soulmate of a girl long dead, perhaps she could still find at least a bit of entertainment from him. He'd make a decent footman in the future, perhaps, at the very least.

[aparticularbandit]

Freedom Doesn't Mean No Work

Summary: Junko has a free weekend.

She spends it tearing apart Mikan's wardrobe.

For DR Rarepair Week 2024 Day Seven: Fashion/Decorations, hosted by @dr-rarepair-week-blog.

Rating: T.

TW for implications of sexual assault.

AO3

“Miki, your clothes are atrocious.”

It’s the opposite of a normal Saturday evening for one Mikan Tsumiki.  A normal Saturday evening would likely be spent holed up in the Nurses’ Office, going through the various medications and medicines, organizing in a variety of different ways until she found the one she liked best, intentionally avoiding a certain member of the student body who is technically considered one of her friends but who often has a lot of not nice things to say to and about her.  (To be fair, Mikan hasn’t told her to stop, and she vastly prefers that to being ignored, but the Nurses’ Office is more than a bit of a safe space for her to hide out, and after a week of having to be around people and feel their disdain for her, staying there – even alone – is calming.  She really shouldn’t be there over the weekend, but it helps prepare her for the rest of the week.  Besides, it’s important to be ready for anything that might happen, so making sure she’s well stocked is important.  That’s what she tells herself, anyway.)

But Junko Enoshima—

That’s a whole sentence in and of itself, Mikan is quickly learning.  She doesn’t even have to finish it.  When one of the teachers asked her why she was late to the Nurses’ Office this week, she only had to mention Junko, and they understood.  She could use it with her classmates, too; it was like a spell – mention Junko, and suddenly everything is not only fine, it is forgiven.

Junko’s never really spent time with Mikan over the weekend before.  Not because she doesn’t love her, or anything; it’s just that most of Junko’s interviews happen over the weekend, so she’s often gone.  They don’t get a lot of time together during the week either, but that’s because of classes and…and other things.

(Mikan does not know about the other girl.  She suspects that Junko is with someone else, someone from her class, but she’ll never ask.  She would rather not know.  She’s afraid of what that would say about Junko; she’s afraid of how Junko will react if she asks.  It’s better not to say anything; it’s better not to ask; it’s better not to know.  She can’t afford to lose her.

She won’t.)

Junko has a free weekend.  No magazines, no photo shoots, no interviews.  (No other girl taking up her time.)  So she’s here, with Mikan, in Mikan’s room.

Which isn’t weird, exactly, but Mikan knows Junko would rather spend time with a movie or something on in the background, and she doesn’t have a television – at least, she doesn’t have a fancy one like she knows Junko would prefer – but Junko’s….

Junko’s still here.

With her.

In her room.

And not anywhere else.

Mikan blushes at the thought.

…even if Junko is tearing her wardrobe to shreds.

Literally.

“J-J-Junko-chan, those are my…my c-c-clothes—”

Junko pauses, holds out a shirt that Mikan doesn’t even like, and then reads the clothes tag.  She scowls.  “This says extra extra small, Miki.  You’re not an extra extra small.  You’re not even an extra small.  Why do you have this?  Does it even fit?”

“N-n-no.”  Mikan’s gaze shifts away from the shirt in question, which Junko tosses into a pile with most of Mikan’s other clothes.  “But it doesn’t…it doesn’t not fit?”

“Oh, yeah?”  Junko tugs the shirt back out of the pile and throws it to her.  “Put it on, then.”

“?????”  Mikan stares at the shirt.  “Y-y-you w-w-want me t-t-t-to—”  She flushes a bright, bright red.  “I-I-I’d have to…have to—”

Junko sighs.  She steps forward and sets the too small shirt on Mikan’s bed.  “I’ll close my eyes,” she murmurs.  Then she reaches over, runs her fingers up Mikan’s arm, and suppresses a grin.  “Unless you want me to look.”

~

Thirty Minutes Later.

“What do you mean ‘it doesn’t not fit?’  Miki, that thing is as good as a bra!  I can see your whole stomach!”  Junko runs her fingers along Mikan’s sides, tracing the edges of the scars she finds there.  She doesn’t flinch away from them – doesn’t flinch away from her – although her gaze clearly softens when she sees them.

(This is why it took so long – not because Mikan didn’t mind Junko seeing, but because she was afraid what the scars all along her back would say.  Of what Junko would do, seeing them.)

Mikan’s gaze drifts.  “Small is…is better than…than big,” she mutters.

Junko just shakes her head.  “If this was bigger, I could make it fit you.  I can’t fix small.”

Mikan still doesn’t look up.  “Big is too much like…like….”  She hesitates.  Takes a deep breath.  “B-b-boys like it when…when you’re in their clothes.  They…th-th-they th-th-think it’s…it’s sexy.  B-b-but their clothes are always…are always so b-b-big.”  She brushes her fingers through her hair, tucks it back and away, tries not to think about how uneven it is.  “When I wear clothes that are…that are too big, then I feel like…I feel like—”

“You don’t have to say it.”

Junko takes Mikan’s hands and tugs her towards her.  When Mikan stumbles forward, she neatly catches her.  “Look, do you….”  She makes a tsking noise and glances over to the pile of clothes she’s discarded on the floor. “Do you even like any of these?”

Mikan doesn’t even look at the clothes.  She looks at Junko’s hands in hers.  “Is this…is this really how y-y-you wanted to…to s-s-spend the weekend?”

There’s no hesitation when Junko answers, “No,” and equally no hesitation when she says, “But your wardrobe really is atrocious, Miki.  I’m your girlfriend, and I’m the Ultimate Fashionista—”

“Y-y-you’re….”  Mikan’s eyes widen in shock, and she looks up.  “Y-y-you’re what?”

Junko stares at her.  Blinks.  “The Ultimate Fashionista.”

Mikan shakes her head.  “N-n-no. B-b-before that.  You…you said something before that.”

“About your wardrobe being absolute shit?”

Mikan’s gaze drops.  “N-n-no.”  She sucks her lower lip between her teeth and doesn’t try again.  She must have…she must have just misheard.

But Junko leans forward, but Junko brushes her lips against Mikan’s cheek. “I’m your girlfriend,” she repeats, soft, and when Mikan looks up and meets her eyes, she continues, “and you ought to take advantage of that.”

Mikan flushes a bright red.

“So,” Junko says with a sigh, “we’re getting you new clothes, and I’m fixing them for you.”  She pushes Mikan gently so that Mikan stumbles again, so that she falls back on her bed.  “Now take your clothes off.  I need to get your measurements.”

Mikan just swallows, nods, and obeys.

[dr-rarepair-week-blog]

Quick question for the masses– how do we feel about getting rid of the "free day" this year? I worry that it would be kind of stale to do the same thing for the third year in a row. I already have that day sorted out, I just want a little consensus.

[foldable-mattress]

Rarepair Week Day 7: Fashion/Decorations

@dr-rarepair-week-blog

Coming back from the dead for them. I love girls who died first, but still stayed important to the narrative <33

[rarepairronpa]

Melty Land Nightmare 💖

With her other hand, she reached into her chest — grasping something only she could see, her hand phasing through and grabbing her heart. When she pulled back, Mikan gasped, the dreams that haunted her dissipating from her mind, solidifying into Chiaki's closed hands as stars. Dream Eater Baku Chiaki Nanami wants Mikan Tsumiki to have good dreams.

My entry for day one of @dr-rarepair-week-blog ! The prompt was dreaming, and I choose to write about supernatural Nanamiki! Please enjoy dream eater Baku!Chiaki Nanami, because I certainly did. I figured I should post here, since, you know... this is a rarepair blog, lol.

Hope you enjoy the work~!

[jadeofblades]

@dr-rarepair-week-blog day 1: Dreaming

I am so fkucing late but whatever, throws a marshmallow at you