#drdt fanfiction

[astteriskk]

chat i need help

So, I write A LOT. And I never finish what I'm writing, right? I have a bunch of DRDT WIP's that I want to finish but I don't know which one to continue. So, I thought I'd get your opinions!

Here's the description for each:

DRDT X GENSHIN IMPACT

COMPLETED - 0%

I HAVE ALMOST HALF OF THE CHARACTERS WRITTEN OUT WITH BIO'S + SOME OF THE STORY PLANNED OUT

STORY TITLE: UNNAMED

DRDT VIGILANTE AU

COMPLETED - 5%

TWO CHAPTERS HAVE BEEN WRITTEN + ALMOST ALL OF THE CHARACTER BIO'S + I HAVE AN IDEA OF THE MAIN STORYLINE // I MIGHT REWRITE IT

STORY TITLE: HEROES, VILLAINS, AND THE GREY LINE INBETWEEN

MAIN IDEA: TERUKO AND XANDER ARE VIGILANTES AND GET TO DO COOL SHIT WHILE FIGHTING HEROES AND VILLAINS (BETRAYAL WILL ENSUE)

DRDT POST KILLING GAME

COMPLETED - 2%

PART OF CHAPTER ONE HAS BEEN WRITTEN + THE MAIN IDEA FOR THE STORYLINE IS FIGURED OUT

STORY TITLE: DRDT: AFTERMATH

MAIN IDEA: THE GANG LIVES TOGETHER AFTER THE KILLING GAME AND THEY DO A BUNCH OF STUPID SHIT (GAMES, ROMANCE (MAYBE), AND DRAMA HAPPENS)

DRDT PRE-KILLING GAME

COMPLETED - 2%

PART OF CHAPTER ONE + IDEAS FOR LATER CHAPTERS

STORY TITLE: BEFORE THE END OF EVERYTHING

MAIN IDEA: WE SEE FROM DAVID'S PERSPECTIVE AS HE GOES TO HOPES PEAK AND MEETS HIS CLASS

Personally, I like the first two the best. Genshin Impact is another one of my hyperfixations and I fucking love vigilante AU's. Keep that in mind as you vote.

Thanks for the help, everyone! :D

[tied-ash]

Hi DRDT fandom!! I have fanfics for y'all ^^

[dhiatzs]

A small fanfiction because yeah I'm not coping very well

Full fluff!!

[cococincau]

DRDT Fic Recs

As the month winds around to an end, and as I'm doing everything in my power not to write in my fic docs (read: sarcasm and a cry for help), I wanted to do something to share the wonderful works people have made for DRDT through writing.

This will be a long post so the fics and authors are all under read more. I decided to limit myself to sharing 2 fics maximum per author, otherwise I think I would hit word limit, but know that I absolutely encourage you to check their other works out too. I'll structure this post by starting with the fic title, the author, the blurb, and round it off with what I like about the fic/author overall. NSFW fics will be clearly labelled (please do not click on them if you're not of age), but for individual warnings, please check the tags and notes in the fic themselves. That responsibility falls on the reader's shoulders.

Finally, when you finish reading them, please do leave a kudo, some comments, bookmark the fic. I assure you: it'll absolutely make their day.

carnot cycle by rulanarinrush (G, Charwhit) Charles tries to talk to Whit about Whit's tendency to bury his feelings and not deal with them. post ch2 trial au.

Officer, this author right here is the reason I had to limit myself to 2 fics maximum. As I was scrolling through, trying to decide what fics to choose, I was in a dilemma. This Xanace fic is good, but so is this Areivid, and then there's the Verohus... Point being, rulanarinrush writes very, very good DRDT fics. If you want to find a specific ship in this fandom, they've probably written it. Their entire profile is full of high quality drabbles, fit for some fast reading while you admire just how much characterisation and analysis is stuffed into the fic.

Anyway, I ended up settling on carnot cycle as one to recommend. Charwhit is one of my favourite ships while I retain the opinion that Charles is so hard to write. This fic nails it, capturing that eerie atmosphere of wanting to help a friend but not knowing how to do so. You can see their mentalities incredibly well in this. This is the flavour of Charwhit that I love.

todestrieb by rulanarinrush (G, Creator Chose Not to Use Content Warnings, Verohu) Hu attempts to convince Veronika to stop egging people on. Negotiations break down.

Warning: while not NSFW, the fic does have a character be not-explicitly stated to have a boner near the ending.

Wow. If this fic isn't everything so appealing about Verohu. The veneer of civility, the very drastic ways their philosophies differ, the theming of the self. This is very much how I can see them interacting in canon, Hu trying to maintain peace in her own way, Veronika dismissing those attempts entirely. The way that the negotiations indeed break down. Simply put, that's so hot.

Still Traces by CopperPrawn (M, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Leviace + Xander) Ace knows he needs to die, but his body keeps acting on its own. He can’t control it. He can’t control anything. So he keeps on running, until the fog closes in.

While this is a fic that this is still in progress and I know that may put certain readers off, I cannot recommend this fic enough. A Silent Hill AU isn't something that comes to mind immediately to do for DRDT, but my god, I didn't know this is something I needed so intimately in my life until I read CopperPrawn's fic. The prose is so beautifully described, the characters are perfectly written, the tension is embedded so deep into the text. And the way the POVs are played with? Chef's kiss. Please check this fic out, literal dopamine.

[NSFW] Rail Runner by CopperPrawn (E, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Leviace) Life is a racetrack. It’s a never-ending circle where Ace repeats the same mistakes over and over and over again, unable to slow down, unable to stop. But at least there’s one person standing on the sidelines — and even though he isn’t cheering, the fact that he’s there is enough.

I was already a Leviace shipper when I read this fic, but if I wasn't, I think this fic would have converted me. By god, the dynamics between Levi and Ace here, absolutely entrancing. One thing CopperPrawn does so well is capturing the character voices. Dialogue instantly stands out, it feels both realistic and charming, but again, the prose is filled with characterisation. Third-person limited POV is the usual go-to by authors for fanfiction, but this author utilises it in a way that shows off every stylistic feature while giving us a very intimate look into Ace's psyche. And when it's used for NSFW? Honestly, some of the best sex scenes I've read in a good while.

i’m something very far removed and i keep going by 140 (T, Creator Chose Not to Use Content Warnings, Areden) It’s not going to be a pretty death. But it’s going to be hers. Or: Eden gets hanahaki over a girl long gone.

This is as much an Eden character study as it is an Areden relationship study. And it is so beautiful. Fitting for a hanahaki AU, the prose is flowery, but not anywhere close to that kind of purple prose criticism. No, it's compact and filled and brimming with this spot-on characterisation. Every word matters in this. It hits you with so much wham and tragicness that it makes you remember Eden's choice to be positive. The world is cruel, nothing is ever perfect, but even living in that reality, you can make your existence your own.

Exposure Therapy | DRDT AU by Tied_Ash (T, Creator Chose Not to Use Content Warnings, Verocharles) “Who was the one who comforted you during your panic attack?” Veronika asked softly. “Y… You were,” Charles answered. “...But-” “And who’s the one with more psychological experience?” “...You are.” "That's right." ——————— AKA: Veronika found out Charles has hemophobia instead of Whit.

Now this is a pairing that I've never really thought about before. And you know what? Tied_Ash has shown me the light. I've clearly been missing out. The bad end AU we didn't know we wanted but needed, oh my god please keep enabling Veronika as she enables everyone else, including making Charles process his phobia in increasingly worse ways! Also, the way this author writes dissociation, I love it.

from way up in the rafters by finestcigar (T, Creator Chose Not to Use Content Warnings, David & Teruko) David dreams of falling again that night. (In the wake of the second trial, two survivors have a talk.)

In my humble opinion as someone who's obsessed by David Chiem the man himself (/j), finestcigar has to be The David writer on AO3. I 110% recommend their other fics too, but this particular one stands out to me in the way that the two IDGAFs actually GAF, resulting in very disastrous ways of thinking for them. The author has a gift for prose. The final line of the fic? David's not the only one being haunted, I'm being haunted by the number of times I reread this fic on end.

[NSFW] Let Me Give Your Heart a Break by Pegasus143 (E, Huvid) After their icebreaker game, Hu invites David to her room.

Waiter, more Hu and David fics please! Huvid is a ship that I think really needs more recognition. The ambiguity between lies and truth, personas and the real self, genuine emotions and manipulation... the author bridges and blurs the lines between them perfectly. This applies for both Hu and David, they're getting something out of this interaction that they're not quite saying, how someone can say something that can mean something but be seen in a very different way. Voice kinks are not something I actively seek out often in fics, but you know what, I think after this I might just go look for them now.

i feel like, um, just leaving here by sEb_AsTiAn (T, Leviace + Arturo) Levi Fontana and the morning after. Is it even the morning? How long was he unconscious, recovering from near fatal injuries? How long has it been since… since he died?

There's currently a lot of room for speculation after Chapter 2's cliffhanger, and fics are such a great way to explore what could be. And really, it's fun to point out just how wrong Ace's mentality that no one will remember him is. Look no further than this fic, as Levi and Arturo grapple with the ways Ace have changed them, trying to sort out their emotions, with Levi struggling to understand his feelings about Ace while Arturo is forced to confront the possibility (and reality) of being able to save other people for once in his life. I loved their characterisation here, and until Chapter 3 releases, this is, in my mind, what happens between them.

Painting The Roses (Red) by yermie (Not Rated, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death) “Well, wasn’t that a thrill? Another murderer punished for their crimes!” MonoTV’s screen showed a winking emote with its tongue stuck out. “Anyway, enough crying over spilt— well, spilt blood. I thought I’d get in nice and early this time with your next motive.” — As the Second Class Trial concludes, a new motive is promptly offered to the students of Hope's Peak Academy - Blood Money.

I think most people have come across this fic already. Still, I need to recommend it. It's such a good case fic with what could possibly happen in Chapter 3 following the motive parallels with DR:THH. Blood money is honestly such an interesting concept and a creative execution of the motive, the entire fic had my eyes peeled for what would happen next. Given when it was written, I have to applaud the author for being able to discern characterisation so well that it still reads possible even after knowing what we do now after hiatus.

oscillating like the grandfather clock by Anonymous (T, Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings, Whit & Eden + many other relationships) Time has a way of losing its meaning while retaining significance. Inspired by art from @/shira_ceres.

So, the timeloop theory. Love it or hate it, it's still such an intriguing possibility. This fic takes the concept, incorporates it in such a playful and enjoyable way through formatting and POVs and non-linear narratives, and absolutely hits the nail on the head of what's so appealing about it. Whit's and Eden's characterisation here paints so well the journey of how they got here from their past and into the killing game, and as you're watching splices of their life in progress, you feel so well the inherent tragedy of their lives. I am so endeared to Mastermind!Eden and Traitor!Whit now, it just fits so well.

What it means to be a good person by Anonymous (Not Rated, Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings, Areivid) In this world, Eden is the one who takes the fall. Arei is left behind to figure out how to live without her only friend in the killing game.

I wouldn't be me if I didn't include at least one Areivid fic in here. My biases in ships and characters are very much showing throughout this entire list, but I tried my best to limit my Areivids because it would just be this ship otherwise. But, if I had to choose just one singular Areivid fic, it has to go to this one. Anonymous, whoever you are, I love this fic as much as I would my child. It's such a perfect exploration of what would happen if Eden was the one killed instead of Arei, how the world would move if the latter was still alive. The way she so keenly impacts the people around her, how she herself develops from this. It's a tragedy how Arei was killed little moments after she decided to change, it's a tragedy how Eden, so nice and soft and dedicated to seeing the good in the world around her, was snuffed out so easily. Life's a series of tragedies, and it's up to us to decide how we go on from there. This author's writing is so beautiful, I am drawn into the universe that they create.

[fishy-poof-crackers]

My interpretation of Ena's (@thefandomenchantress) interpretation of the Suspiciously Blue Cat.

[rulanarinrush]

if its not too much trouble, do you have any more drdt fic recs?? i ended up reading all of yours and the ones you recommended on that one rb and enjoyed them a lot. if you have any others, i would love to read them too!!!

Wow, thank you very much for reading all my works! Recently I've enjoyed the works of CopperPrawn, cococincau and yermie.

I really wish ao3 would create it's own fan made danganronpa fandom tag to make it easier for everyone to sort works, but in a way I kind of get it, fics would still get swallowed up by whatever fangan is most popular at the moment. It would still be nice though...

[amberinn]

She was losing her lifeforce, her spirit down there.

Watching it flow down her arm, her arm, her arm.

She weakly nibbled at the pen.

Grasping it with the weakest tug from her teeth.

Scratching down the answer, her will.

The seconds ticked down on the laptop, in rhytmic synchronization with the enormous puddle growing by Min's body.

A final sound, mm-mm.

The denial of a red beep, the blaring ×

The flick of a lever

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(guys help me out, describe to me how you would describe the × sign idk what word it is for this

AND for this! v

like ❌✅

what this called. *Charles Cuevas squinting in confusion sprite*

Preview of what I'm cookin rn

First time writing character death by the way

Never did before

This is like my second or third time writing angst too I'm not someone who writes a lot

I wouldn't say

I think there's like uhhh

56 drabbles on inanimate insanity (not all of them were posted as i do ykyk) + 3 drabbles on charwhit + 1 areden fanfic + 1 testbulb fanfic + 2 amber cookie & sugarglass cookie fanfics

that's all I've ever written really haha

it's a lot still though!!! look 56?

proud of myself

63 things I've written which probably still amounts to like maybe 7 thousand words... ah I don't know just sum up the word counts on ao3

maybe multiply the ii drabbles one by two

that much

so like 10k

woo!!!! :0

already??????? after 3 or 4 years o_O??

It's... Honestly impeccable, amazing that I've been able to write more than 300 words this time around

I'd attribute that factor to the fact that I've well...

Been doing a character analysis of sorts!

Of Teruko Tawaki and her relationship with Xander and Min!

I hope it's cool

Mmh

And like I've been crutching on the plotline of drdt pretty heavily!!!

so ive never rll gotten that feel "this is where i need to end it off" like i usually do with fanfiction

which I by the way write without any sort of... plotline I guess?

I'm with it the same way I am with planning

If I have a plotline before this It'll go so badly and I'll just take a left turn and then everything will fall apart, because I did not FOLLOW the plan

So I sort of just stare at the blank paper, type in some words and then it just flows out.

No control over it whatsoever just imagination and me trying to describe that imagination in words that give out what I mean best

[minjeungsno1fan]

It’s the best day of the year so obviously I wrote something for it

[dav-suburbiia]

Danganronpa Despair Time Role Swap AU - Chapter 1 Daily Life END

ft. Sprite Edits

(BLOOD AND DESCRIBED VIOLENCE WARNING + SPOILERS FOR DRDT CHAPTER 1)

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(As I expected, Charles was already there when I arrived. He was the one who called me here, after all.)

(I wonder what it is he wanted to speak with me about.)

(The other day, he had mentioned something about trying to find a loophole and trick MonoTV...)

(...is that really possible, though? I have my doubts, but... Charles is smart, isn't he? I won't sleep on the fact that he could very well come up with something.)

(I entered, shutting the door behind me, and taking a deep breath.)

"Good day there, Charles. If I'm correct, you wanted to talk to me about something? Whatever it is, I'm all ears, so-..."

"...er? Charles?"

(Upon catching a glimpse of his form, I instantly realized something was very off with his demeanor.)

(He remained upright only on shaky legs, and he was standing with his back turned to me. A cold sweat coated his face, and he seemed to be trying to control his breathing.)

(Did... something happen before I arrived?)

(My immediate assumption was that he was experiencing some sort of panic or anxiety-induced attack, I softened my expression and approached Charles.)

"Charles? Is something the matter? If anything happened, you can tell me."

"This is a private meeting between us, right? Anything you say won't leave this room unless you want it to, I promise."

(...)

(...Charles didn't respond.)

(This is... strange. It doesn't even appear like he's even acknowledged me. My concern morphs into confusion, and I relax my posture.)

(Maybe I should give him a bit of time and s-)

"...David."

(Ah?)

(With his voice as soft as humanly possible, Charles finally croaked out a reply, addressing me directly. I glanced up at him, hope in my eyes. Perhaps, now, he'll finally tell me what's gotten him so shaken.)

"Apologies for intruding, it looks like you're having some turmoil right now. Would you like me to stay or leave? I'm happy to help if you need it."

(Charles inhaled, tremors wracking throughout his frame.)

(Something... changed. In his eyes. It was a look of wild, untamed, hollow panic I had never seen from the man thus far. It sent a chill shooting right up my spine.)

(He moved his right hand to his coat, and began to swivel towards me. Not aware of what he was doing, I went straight to inquiring further.)

"Ehm...? What exactly are you doi-"

(In that moment, I caught a glimpse of something - shining brilliantly in Charles's hand.)

(But I had nary a second to process what it even was, before I was seeing his face approaching me at a startling speed. His eyes, now dilating with uncontrollable mania, staring directly into mine, before-)

*SCCHHHLINK*

(...)

(........)

(...sharp, searing pain shot through my stomach, as I felt something pierce my flesh, before retracting, giving way to a fountain of fluids from the wound it created.)

(A broken cry fell from my lips. I was immediately choked by the warm, metallic taste pooling under my tongue, and sliding down my chin.)

(I cupped my gut, in a desperate attempt to catch whatever part of me I was rapidly losing. My body ached, screaming out in agony more than I had moments ago.)

(As my ears began to ring, I finally began to come to, and let out another hoarse wheeze.)

"...ugh- *cough cough cough*...!"

(I slowly veered my blurry gaze upwards, and was met with the sight of Charles, a bloodied blade clutched tightly in his gloved hand, chest heaving as he captured his breath.)

"...hhh... hhhh..."

(Blood. Blood...)

(...)

(Charles just stabbed me.)

(Charles just stabbed me.)

(Charles just stabbed me Charles just stabbed me Charles just stabbed me Charles just stabbed me Charles just stabbed me Charles just stabbed me.)

(As soon as he registered that I was looking at him, Charles took notice of the crimson splashes now decorating his clothes, and his expression darkened.)

"..."

(He spun around, ripping his eyes away from me, and covered his mouth, as if he were about to vomit.)

"Ahhh... hh... ahhh-!"

(...he has... the NERVE... to ignore this? After fucking STABBING ME in the gut, he... he looks away and tends to his own needs...?!)

(Along with the burning in my stomach, a burning fire ignited in me, and I weakly yelled at my perpetrator.)

"...whh... why...? Hh- why did yo-ou... DO THAT-?!"

(Charles began to hyperventilate, swallowing his bile so he could blubber out nonsense.)

"I don't- I-I don't know- I don't KNOW, David, I don't, I don't-"

(He gradually lost his grip on his weapon, sending the blade clattering to the floor. He looked down at his stained coat and dry heaved, his body quaking more than ever.)

"Wh-Why... did I do that? Why did-... I-I didn't do that. I didn't do it- I-I didn't mean t-to-...?"

(He looked like he was about to pass out, but I didn't give two shits. I was dying over here.)

(My vision swam, and I sank to my knees, as hot blood caked my arms.)

"You ba-a-...st-stard... you... you TRICKED me...! Y-You- *cough* b-brought me here for a 'private chat' a-and you-... you TRIED TO KI-ILL ME!"

"WHA-...AT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW?!"

(I was showing him what was practically my true colors right now, but in my blood loss haze, I couldn't find any capacity to care about how I was behaving.)

"I don't KNOW, I-I-I don't... I-..."

"..."

"...s-..."

"...something... t-told me... I had to kill you, David."

"...hh-..."

"...but, why? Why did I do it...?"

"I-I... I hate this smell, this taste, this sight of you-... bl-...eeding... e-everywhere, I-... what is this? Why am I feeling like this? N-Nothing bad has ever happened to me, s-so, why? Wh-"

"..."

"...what have I DONE...?! Who did this to you, if not me-?! I don't understand... why did you have to die?"

(.........)

"..."

"...hhhaaah... hhahahaha...*cough... cough...*"

"...won't... di-ie... I... won't die..."

"...?"

"I don't k-...now... what kind of ch-charade... you're putting on ri-ight now, but-...t..."

"Either way... hhaha... whatever y-your plan is... i-it failed..."

"Because..."

"...I, David Chiem... am-m... the Ultimate Inspirational Speaker."

"As long-ng as I... b-believe in my surviv-val... then I won't die...!"

"Reality can ben-nd... to MY command... *cough* ... whateverrr... I say... even the Gods themselves... w-will blindly trust my words..."

"...hheeahahahahaaaah... hah... i-isn't that... wonderfu-ful...?"

(I had no clue if what I was saying was even true. I felt loopy, desperate, blinded by my own disdain, drunk on the pain.)

(Charles took a step back, squeezing his eyes shut, as I continued to mindlessly laugh in his nauseated face, gargling blood in my mouth.)

(My body wavered as dark spots clouded my vision, and I felt my consciousness slip away from me. A soft gasp left my throat.)

"...hhh... hhhaah..."

*FLUMP*

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..

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okay story over lol

david survives dw

so far, the confirmed role-swaps in the AU are:

David <==> Teruko Charles <==> Xander Hu <==> Min

if you'd like to see more of the AU, please let me know! making the sprite edits was a lot of fun honestly

bye

also read last three tags lol

[rachelcommitscrimes]

A Total Coincidence

Charwhit story by yours truly

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It was no use. Whit couldn’t sleep no matter how hard he tried. Every time he closed his eyes, all he could hear was MonoTV’s static voice announcing that dreaded rule.

“You must kill someone to leave this school.”

The phrase rang in his head over and over. He knew he would never kill someone, but he couldn’t exactly say the same about other people. Especially that one creepy chick with the eyeballs in her hair-what was her name again? Whatever, it didn’t matter.

He’d been spending so much time in his head that he barely noticed his stomach, which was uncomfortably empty.

“I’ll just go get a snack.” He mumbled to himself. He slowly got out of his bed threw on a jacket, not bothering to change out of his sleepwear.

Whit made his way down the hall and towards the kitchen, careful not to wake anyone up. More thoughts started entering his mind. What if someone were to attack me?

“If someone tries to attack me, I’ll just scream. I don’t think these rooms are soundproof. At least, I hope they’re not.” He whispered, tossing his head back slightly to get his dyed bangs out of his face.

He arrived at the kitchen and much to his surprise, someone else was there. They were sat at a table with their head buried in their arms, like Whit did whenever he found himself in a boring class.

Whit tried to not make any noise as he sneaked inside the room to get a closer look. The moment his eyes made out the shape of a dramatically oversized lab coat, he immediately knew who it was. He snuck forward, not making a sound, and once he was close enough, he planted a hand on the sleeping man’s shoulder.

“Hey Charles!” Whit flinched slightly as Charles jolted upright and shouted before quickly cutting himself off. He stood there for a moment before finally catching his breath.

“Oh shoot, sorry. Didn’t mean to scare ya.” Whit started the sentence playfully, but quickly shut off that tone as he realized what he just did.

“Are you stupid?“ Charles spoke through gritted teeth. He turned to gently grab Whit by his shirt collar and pull him a fraction closer. It wasn’t a harsh or threatening grab, more like a scolding.

“What on earth made you think it was a good idea to sneak up on someone during a killing game!?” Whit had just now realized this was the closest he’s ever been to Charles’s face.

Additionally, he took in the fact that Charles didn’t look as uptight as he normally does. He didn’t have his glasses on, His violet hair was out of it’s usual ponytail, he was wearing a loose black shirt with that damn lab coat thrown over it. Why doesn’t he wear his hair down more often? It looks nice.

“Y’know, you’re actually really pretty for a guy.” With that, Charles’s face heated up as he immediately let go of Whit’s shirt and attempted to form a sentence, but it was really more of a mix of stutters and phrases.

“Just s-sit down!” He rolled his eyes and sat back down in his chair, trying not to look at Whit, for he knew if he did, he would end up staring longer than he anticipated. He was the first person Charles ever actually wanted to make eye contact with.

Whit did as he was told and sat in a chair facing towards Charles. “So…why are you up so late?” He prodded. It looked like Charles had been sleeping at the table. Why wasn’t he sleeping in his room like a normal person?

“I should be asking you the same thing.” Charles expressed in a curt tone. “Wait- you didn’t come here to kill me, did you?” His normally stoic face looking more panicked than usual. Whit was caught off guard by this question. Quickly, he grabbed Charles’s hand in an attempt to calm him. The other man stopped in his tracks and turned slightly in Whit’s direction.

His mind was racing twice as fast as his heart, which is saying something. Hundreds of thoughts appeared in his mind. Was Whit touching his hand? Why are his so soft? What should I say? What should I do? Is he weirded out? Did I make this awkward? Am I overthinking? Probably.

“Hey, look at me. I want you to hear what I’m saying.” Charles did exactly that, releasing his hand and turning towards Whit, his face red with embarrassment.

“I’m not going to kill you. not now, not ever. I don’t care how bad this situation gets. I’m not going to hurt you or anyone else.” He wasn’t his usual joking self this time, he was serious. Like he actually meant what he was saying.

“I’m so sorry, I’ve just been extremely paranoid lately.” Charles sighed, fumbling with the collar of his lab coat.

“Of course you are, any rational person would be in this situation.” His tone returned back to it’s usual cheery self. “Hey, if it would make you feel better, I’ll stay up with you. How does that sound?” Charles was taken aback by his gracious offer. He didn’t know of anyone else who would do the same for him.

“That’s awfully kind, but I’m actually starting to get kind of tired. “I suppose you could walk me back to my room if you’d like. For safety of course.” Whit wasn’t stupid. He knew Charles had a thing for him. It was honestly really cute seeing him get all flustered over the simplest compliments.

“Sure! I’m getting kinda sleepy.” Whit lied. He wasn’t tired, but he did want to walk Charles back to his room.

They strolled back to Charles’s dorm, looking back behind their shoulders every few steps to make sure no one was following.

“Ah, this one’s mine.” Charles pointed out. Whit had been glancing off into space for who knows how long, he hadn’t snapped out of it until Charles shook him by the shoulder.

“Oh, sorry! Must’ve conked out!” He smiled and finished up what he was going to say. “Well, see ya tomorrow Charlie! Even though it’s already tomorrow.”

“Thank you.” Charles nodded his head, a couple strands falling in front of his face. Whit turned around and started to head towards his dorm until Charles brought his hand away from his mouth and called out Whit’s name quietly.

“If we ever make it out of here, would it be alright if we still kept in touch?” By the look on his face, that was probably the most nerve wracking thing he ever had to do in his life. He was expecting Whit to laugh it off or not even reply at all, but he heard something he never would have expected in a million years.

“Of course we can, but before we leave, lets get to know each other better.”

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ok uhh this was my first time rlly committing to writing a fic so apologies if it isnt the best i am open to (helpful) critiques :P

[itz-kiniz-blog]

Library Lullabies

Xanvid fic

No killing game!!

Fluff with a dash of mini hurt (with comfort)

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David walked his way to the public library with his bag on his back. He was exhausted, didn’t want to get out of bed. He couldn’t sleep a lot last night. He couldn’t sleep most nights. Hell, it was a Saturday. He shouldn’t be leaving his house. But, Xander wanted to meet up and study, and sure David could’ve denied it, but how could he actually? David doesn’t want to hurt Xanders image of him. Doesn’t want Xander to give up on him like he did himself. Xander saw more hope than David saw in himself, and although David knew it wasn’t there, he was content to dream.

David walked through the fall setting as leaves fell from trees, he made it to the door and opened it up.

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David entered the library and looked around the library for Xander, he ended up finding him in one of the bookshelf isles (I don’t know what they’re called I am sorry-)

“Hey Xander.” David said

Xander, who seemed like he was kind of dozing off, woke up immediately. He seemed like he didn’t sleep last night either.

“Oh- uh- Hi Mr. David!” Xander smiled

“Are you alright? You seem tired.” David said, sitting next to where Xander was.

“Oh- I’m fine! Just didn’t get a lot of sleep last night.” Xander replied, he then pulled out a book from the shelf

“Well, are you tired? You could just go home, we could reschedule-“ David started

“No no no no! It’s fine! I’m fine! We don’t need to reschedule.” Xander smiled, anxiously.

“Are you sure?” David asked again.

“Yeah- Yeah!” Xander replied

“..Alright.” David said

David ended up taking a book and taking notes for the test next week. Xander doing the same.

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Eventually, David felt a warmth silently fall on his shoulder. David looked over.

And saw Xanders tired, sleeping face, on his shoulder.

David’s face blushed at this.

“..X-Xander..?” David whispered

Xander was still asleep. Why.. why did he look so adorable? Xander seemed so, peaceful. Like this was the first time he’d slept in the past couple days. No wonder Xander fell asleep. Wait, was David being used as a pillow? In all honesty if it’s Xander, he didn’t really mind. David’s heart warmed at bit.

Xander felt comfortable enough around David to allow a moment like this? Why? Who is David kidding- Xander idolizes David more than anyone else David has ever seen. Xander thinks David’s so much better than he actually is. And David doesn’t know if he loves it or hates it. Because, Xander makes David want to believe in himself. At least a bit.

David felt.. different around Xander. A flutter in his heart whenever Xander was around. His smile, eyes, passion, everything, David loved all of it. David loved him. David loved Xander, in all honesty.

Wow. That’s probably gay, isn’t it?

..David was also tired for the most part. Maybe, he could fall asleep too? Xander wouldn’t really mind. David also was so.. comfortable.

You know what? A nap wouldn’t hurt anyone.

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Good evening DRDT community!

Please accept this DRDT fanfiction as a gift 😊 it totally doesn’t have Eden angst

(Spoiler alert, it does)

And also, it has massive C2, E13 spoilers!!!

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ˢʷᵉᵉᵗᵉˢᵗ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ; ˣᵃⁿʳᵉⁱ ⁽ᵈʳᵈᵗ⁾ Summary: Xander Matthews is so nice to Arei Nageishi! It's obvious that he should be since he's her boyfriend, duh, but the way he's this nice to her because he wants to be makes her start thinking about their relationship differently. Word Count: 2,758 A/N: This was inspired by a pin on Pinterest that said, "Why is my boyfriend only nice to me when I'm sleeping? He'll cover me up with a blanket, kiss me on the forehead and sometimes come and cuddle me but when I wake up he calls me a stupid bitch." This was meant to have pre-sleep fluff and end with Arei starting something that makes Xander call her a "stupid bitch," but angst somehow got in when I specifically said that this was supposed to just be trashy fluff. This doesn't even end with the "stupid bitch" comment because the angst makes it look out of place, but we're just going to roll with it. I want to get more motivation to write more Xanrei but don't have it. Maybe posting one shots here will give me it :p

you're so nice...

Arei Nageishi was a wonderful human being! Who could ever say otherwise? Well, maybe Xander Mathews, but he got a free pass. Was it because of favouritism? Obviously! You had to be a special person to get away with calling her insults others called "constructive criticism," and as her boyfriend, Xander was very special.

Arei had a long day today. Going bowling with Ace Markey, annoying J Rosales, hanging out with Xander, annoying J again, studying for an upcoming test with Min Jeung and Eden Tobisa, annoying J for a third time... She was just a very busy person. Xander offered for her to stay at his place for the night, which she, as usual, accepted.

"I'm so tired," Arei said through a yawn as she entered Xander's apartment. She kicked off her shoes and took off her winter coat as she made herself comfortable on his couch. They had been dating for almost a year—longer than the bets Teruko Tawaki and Charles Cuevas made on "when" they would break up—so she could treat his apartment however she wanted. It was basically her home now anyway. She stayed at his place more often than her own. In her defence, it always felt more comfortable here than her apartment. Hers didn't have enough Xander.

As Xander put his winter coat away, he said, "You can get ready for bed. I need to call Whit first."

"Okay then. Goodnight, Xander!" Arei waited until he told her goodnight back before she went to his bedroom.

Xander's apartment had two bedrooms. He lived alone, so the other bedroom was a guest room in case a friend wanted to stay over. When Arei first stayed over almost a year ago, he was ready to prepare the guest room for her when she joked about them sleeping in his bedroom together. Arei received a flustered Xander as a reward, which she enjoyed more than she thought. She wasn't all too aware of her feelings back then, and apparently, neither did he. But, before they knew it, they were dating the next morning. Not like she was complaining.

Unfortunately, he was used to her sleeping in his bedroom with him by now. She wouldn't see him flustered with that anymore, but it was still nice being in his bedroom than the guest room. Like her apartment, the guest room didn't have enough Xander in it. It was always more comfortable surrounded by him—but she would die in a ditch before she said that out loud.

Arei stepped inside Xander's bedroom, closing the door behind her. If she was being honest, his bedroom was her favourite place in the world—her happy place, if anyone ever asked her what it was. Everything was so Xander. From the messy bed to the curtains to the posters, she loved it there. It was the reason she wanted to sleep in his bedroom when she first stayed over. His bedroom looked so safe and comfortable, and it reminded her of him. Even with how he could be stupid and reckless, he knew how to make sure others felt safe. And it always worked.

Arei reached up and let her hair down, blue strands falling over her shoulders. She had some of her own clothes left at his apartment—whether they were by accident or not was something only she would know—but she normally wore Xander's spare clothes to sleep in. She liked to tease him about his clothing style, but they were nice enough to sleep in. He never told her that she couldn't wear them anyway. She knew from the moment she saw how red his ears got when she first wore his clothes that she could wear them whenever she wanted, but she felt something else along with happiness at the realization.

She laid down on the bed with plenty of soft pillows. He bought the pillows a few months after they started dating. While he could sleep wherever if he tried, she needed at least two soft pillows to sleep comfortably. He found that out soon, and so he bought more for whenever she came over. She was surprised that he noticed that, and he was even more surprised at how he casually brushed it off as if it was nothing. Like doing that was just to be expected.

Buying the pillows and letting her wear his clothes showed that he was more considerate that she thought he would be. It wasn't like she had low standards for him; she saw how he cared for their classmates, even if he was reckless at times. She was more surprised at how caring he was specifically to her and her alone. From their relationship prior to dating, she thought he would be a little more hostile. It made her start thinking about how they acted in acted in their relationship, and it stuck with her even now.

Xander hated corrupt people. She listened to him rant about them enough to know that for a fact. She was sure that by his standards, she was one of said corrupt people. How he could stand to date her, she didn't know. How she could stand the niceness he gave her when she was sure she didn't deserve it from him, she also didn't know.

Arei turned on the bed so her back would be facing the door and closed her eyes, forcing herself to stop thinking about it. If she wasn't tired before, she certainly was now. Xander could just do that to her.

. . .

Arei felt a hand on her cheek. She recognized who it was from how the hand felt alone, but she still opened her eyes a crack. She still wanted to see him.

Her eyes found Xander's face almost instantly. Seeing her awake, he quickly said, "Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you."

"It's fine..." Arei found her eyes closing again. He always did this whenever she stayed over. He'd cover her with the blanket, kiss her goodnight, and cuddle with her until they both fell asleep. It was always so gentle, and the reminder of it refilled her mind with the two questions she had for months: Why was Xander so kind to her, and why wasn't she as kind back?

Just as she thought, she felt the blanket climb higher up her body. The bed shifted under Xander's weight as he sat next to her. His hands ran through her hair, brushing her bangs aside. She could feel his gaze on her, and she knew that if she opened her eyes, she would see a gentle look in his eyes. It was a dumb look, but she loved knowing someone could look at her like that. Then, she would remember who was looking at her and why he shouldn't, and she found herself hating hey still loving it at the same time. It was so stupid.

He would leave soon for a bit. She knew that was probably coming. Then, he would come back and finish the rest of what he usually did. Just the thought of it made her stomach twist as she wondered what she had done for him. She had to do something if he treated her like this, right? But she couldn't figure out what for the life of her.

It was probably better to ask now than later. She couldn't have this with her during their one-year anniversary, could she? Arei opened her eyes halfway and said, "Hey, Xander...?"

"You're still awake?" he asked, his voice quiet. Why did she have to fall for someone with such a calming voice? Even his British accent she loved to make fun of was working so well with his voice.

"Obviously." Arei's voice didn't sound as snarky as it might've if she had more energy in her. "Just...had a question."

"Is something wrong?"

"Yeah. Why are you so nice to me? It makes no sense..." Again, her voice didn't sound as snarky and it might've. She decided to blame it on her tiredness.

Even in the darkness, she could see a frown form on Xander's face. "What do you mean?"

Of course she had to explain the obvious to him. Why did she had to find that endearing? "Exactly what I said. Why are you so nice to me?"

"Well...you're my girlfriend."

"That doesn't mean you have to be nice."

"Are you...asking me to be mean to you?"

Arei sighed. "Never mind. Forget I said anything..."

"No, don't go to sleep now...!" Xander gently shook her back awake. "Arei, what's wrong?"

Stupid Xander being so caring. Couldn't he just care even just a little less about her? He was just adding fuel to her questions. Idiot!

But Arei still found herself sitting up by herself to prevent sleep from coming. She avoided making eye contact, which was hard with how brightly yellow his eye colour now was. Words starting coming out of her mouth without permission. "Why are you so nice to me? I'm not stupid, you know; I know how I acted before we were dating. I know how I act while we're dating. You've always been...nice and considerate, and it's weird. Why aren't you at least a little mean to me?"

Xander stayed silent as she talked, and he stayed silent after. She didn't like it. Couldn't he just say that she was delusional and move on?

"I'm nice to you for a lot of reasons. I'll give you three right now," he finally said. "First, you're my girlfriend."

"That doesn't mean—"

"Let me finish." His hands went over top of hers, and he started rubbing circles on them with his thumb. "First, you're my girlfriend. Second, I don't like being mean when I don't have to be. Third, everyone deserves kindness—especially you, Arei."

Again, words came out before she could stop them. "Do I? You know how I treat other people—how I treat you. But you still somehow thought that I can be a worthy girlfriend who deserved...this. Why? Why do you even like me in the first place?"

She hated how she sounded. Her words and voice were pathetically needy. So weak and vulnerable. That was not who Arei was at all. Why did she have to talk in the first place? Just pretending to be asleep until he left wouldn't have caused this.

Xander was silent for a moment after she asked that. Eventually, he said, "I...honestly don't know why I like you."

She felt her shoulders sag as her fingers curled into her palm. That was literally the most obvious answer. She didn't know what she expected.

"But that doesn't change the fact that I do," he added. "And because I do, I want to treat you right."

"To prove to everyone that we can have a relationship that lasts more than a few months?"

"And because I want to."

"But also because of that."

"I'm not going to deny it..."

Despite herself, Arei found herself smiling a little.

"Why are you against me being nice to you though?" he asked slowly. "Just do you know, I'm not going to be mean to you just because you want me to be."

"That wasn't even what I wanted—" Arei stopped herself before she said it. She changed it to, "Xander..."

"You can say it," Xander said with a smile. Was she that easy to read?

"If I say it," she replied, "then I'm just proving my point—and that's not what you want."

"It's fine. Just say it."

Well, if she had permission, she might as well say it. "That wasn't even what I wanted, stupid. Do you even listen to anything I say? Why am I even wasting my time on you?"

That came out a lot easier, but almost too easy. It was just what she was used to, and that was a bad sign, wasn't it? He didn't flinch while she said it—he was actually smiling—but she was sure it did something to him. It had to, right?

Xander lifted one of Arei's hands to his lips. Even though their one-year anniversary was coming up, she still felt tingles spread from where his lips touched her skin like how it was when he first did it. When her hand was pulled away, their eyes met. She pulled her other hand free from his grasp to put it under his chin and lift his head and kiss him.

Arei took note of how the kiss was gentle and nice. That was how she would like to be with him all the time. Even with all her pride, she could say that was what he deserved. It was so confusing why someone like him would pick someone like her when there were plenty of other people who were fitter to be his lover than her. Why would he want to be with a corrupt person when he hated them?

She leaned back, reminding herself to keep even breaking the kiss gentle. Kissing him when she knew that his opinion on her was going to change the moment he found out who he was truly dating was too uncomfortable. He wouldn't want to be with her after he found out what she did to her sisters on purpose. Who cared about how they treated her? No one did before. She was definitely a corrupt person in his book, and that meant a breakup would be very soon.

All of their classmates were right about doubting they could last long in a reltionship. They almost made it to a year only because Arei never told anyone her past. But she should tell Xander before their one-year anniversary. He shouldn't have to know that he wasted a whole year with someone like her.

Xander's hand pushed a strand of her blue hair behind her ear, staying on her cheek. He leaned forward and kissed her other cheek before resting his head on her shoulder.

Arei took his hand and held it. Could she ever get used to how trusting he was of her?

To distract herself from her thoughts, she said rather quietly, "You better not fall asleep on me again like last time. You're way too heavy for me."

His voice was just as quiet when he responded. "I'm not that heavy. Besides, you're the Ultimate Bowler. You should have some strength in your arms, right?"

"That doesn't mean I want a whole elephant laying on me, Alexander. It's even worse that this elephant's British."

"Hah. Hah." He made no move to get off her.

Arei didn't actually mind that he didn't. His weight was comforting, almost like a heavy yet warm blanket. She laid down on the bed, Xander shifting on top of her just to make them both more comfortable. His head remained nestled onto her shoulder, and her arms wrapped around him to keep him close.

She listened to his breathing, feeling his chest rise and fall with each breath. Her focus was only on his warm body that encompassed her. This was her boyfriend for a few months short of a year. An actual boyfriend who wanted to cherish her. How did she manage to get this far and not realize that? How stupid was she to not know how lucky she was?

"Hey, Xander?" she whispered, not wanting to break the silence.

He didn't respond. From his steady breathing, she guessed that he fell asleep.

"Goodnight, Xander," she told him quietly. After a second, she added, "I'll try to be a better person for you. Even if I know you'll breakup with me once I tell you about my sisters."

Arei was going to add that Xander was dead to her if she was awake the whole time but was only pretending to be asleep, but she stopped herself. Even if she didn't like being that vulnerable around anyone, it felt more natural to not say anything. It was a baby step in becoming a better person.

Arei was going to follow through with it. If he actually was asleep or forgot about it in the morning, she hoped Xander would notice her changes. He was so kind to her, and it was about time she returned it. Then, he could decide if he wanted to breakup. She was a corrupt person, so there was no judgement on his part if he did. She just wanted him to know that she could truly be a good person.

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guys, *inserts shameless self promo* read this david chiem from dangaronpa despair time fic i made a bit ago, its like 600 words but its cool and angsty and depressing. it also has plenty of mentions of his sister, diana a monster (that's what you are)

David Chiem wasn’t lying when he said he has a family history of depression. He just knew that it wasn’t his secret. He himself isn’t exactly the definition of mental stability. Oh how he wishes Diana is here, perhaps she could soothe his worries and insecurities like she always does. She always seems to know how. But she isn’t here, and his worries plague his head. His fears are true. A lying scumbag, a manipulative piece of shit. That’s what he is. A monster.

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