#jrpg au

[peculiardollart]

This was very Not my intent when I started working on this piece but

JRPG AU?

[friendlylifecherry]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Super Dangan Ronpa 2, Dangan Ronpa Series Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Class 77 & Hinata Hajime, Hinata Hajime & Komaeda Nagito, Hinata Hajime & Kamukura Izuru, Hinata Hajime & Nanami Chiaki Characters: Class 77 (Dangan Ronpa), Hinata Hajime, Kamukura Izuru Additional Tags: Hinata Hajime and Kamukura Izuru Are Separate People, Hinata Hajime and Kamukura Izuru Are Siblings, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Adventure, Unhappy Ending, Hinata Hajime and Kamukura Izuru Are Twins, Video Game Mechanics Series: Part 14 of Tumblr Ask Series Summary:

Written over the course of about a year with my mutual, CrazyNekoChan!

Summary: Hajime, god of the future, sees the prophecy of 15 heroes meant to fight him to decide the fate of the world. Then Hajime goes to meet the fated heroes and realizes that yeah, they're all idiots, he should help them.

[bernardmarie]

An emotion lord is the type to sell his sadness in a bottle and put his love on a shelf. To charm his foes and annoy his allies in an attempt to make them stronger. To wear a smile that makes a sale. Not something most little mages try to be.

[antihibikase2]

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done to me, betrayer

Guards swarm the area, armed with weapons much stronger than their own.

The party presses themselves together, huddling in an attempt to defend- the barrier of their mage easily breaks, and the supplies of their apothecary runs low.

The healing of the cleric stops to a halt as he drops his staff, overtaken by fatigue. The merchant by his side tends to his injuries with the few items they had left.

With no feasible solution, the hero has no choice- he drops his sword to the floor, lest the blood of his companions be shed in this futile battle.

"We surrender!"

As soon as the hero Kurosawa drops his sword, the rest follow- all for one.

That outlier is approached by one of the guards, perhaps to teach him a lesson for his stubbornness.

But to the shock of the party, they fish out a pocket of coins from their pocket, passing it on to his open hand.

"Piper?"

With a wicked smile, the adamant thief points his blade at the group's songster.

Throw your stones, and stab me with your hateful stares

He was treated like one of utmost importance- guards accompanied him like a noble to the dungeons, respecting his desire to wander alone.

His loyalty laid with Lord Ghetsis and Plasma- not to these fools.

Their weapons and equipment had been confiscated as soon as they were apprehended- in the cases of few that practiced magic, shackles suppressed their abilities, limiting their options.

As the traitor parades himself in the dungeons, he watches the reactions of the party with a smile on his face, knowing that his deed had burned themselves into their minds.

The spiritmaster and his summon make a snide remark.

The "demon lord" stretches his arm from between the bars.

The cleric and apothecary, in one cell, lean against the wall- despite their dynamic, they were no doubt conspiring, whispering amongst themselves as they stared.

In the same cell, the archer is on his knees- calmly pleading for a reason.

The merchant pays him no mind, back turned to him as he passes.

The mage sits in the shadows of his cell, quietly glaring.

And the dethroned hero bears his teeth, fists rattling the bars like a beast in a cage, snarling and hissing.

"You filthy traitor! After all we've been through?!"

All he can do is gloat.

"Traitor? I think you're the real traitor here, Kurosawa! To deny the academy's headmaster of his dream-"

He unsheathes his blade- a stately silver.

"-and to deny the world of its future! What kind of hero are you, to let the world die for senseless sentimentalities?"

From the corner of his vision, bits of glowing magic spill from the gaps of the mage's shackles.

"He is a plague on this world, spreading poison with his songs- you've seen the plays depicting the prophecy, you know what must be done."

In the darkness of the dungeons, the sacrificial dagger gleams like moonlight.

"Clearly, you don't have what it takes to carry out that role- a role you undeservedly got! I've always been better than you-"

There's another snide remark from the spiritmaster, but Piper will deal with him later.

"-I've always won our battles!"

"Not all of them!"

"Most of them!"

The apothecary sighs, making a comment of his own, the immaturity of it all- and to the others, this interaction was nothing more than a spat between rivals.

They weren't taking him seriously.

In the eyes of the party, defenseless and stripped of their armor, they still had the audacity to look down on Piper- to see him as nothing more than a brat, one that barked but did not bite.

He ignores whatever else Kurosawa says, what Kurusu jeers in addition, the snarks of Technamare and Abbot, the glares of Descante and Lobanov, Antoniou's pleas, and Ohashi's blatant disregard for his presence.

He didn't deserve such disrespect- he was the hero, god damn it!

"You-"

And just as he was undeserving of their disrespect, they were undeserving of his time.

"Say all you want," He hisses through his teeth. "I will be the hero. All it takes is his blood, and you're finished, you-"

He grips the hilt of his blade- and sheathes it.

"You nobody."

Turning on his heel, he stomps out of the dungeon as Kurosawa yells for him to come back, to change his mind.

As the metal doors shut, the party is once again left in the dark.

Ohashi, who had been holding his silence, speaks up.

Unraveling his clasped palms, he reveals a pair of keys- one gold and one silver.

In his shared cell with Kurusu, the demon lord asks "How did you get your hands on those?!"

Ohashi doesn't entertain any of their inquiries- a merchant never reveals their secrets, much less how much he paid the guards.

Curtain call, the final act, so say your prayers

At the top of Opelucid's clock tower, the bell tolls for the lonely songster.

His wrists and ankles shackled, he kneels on the stone floor, bathed in sunlight underneath the stained glass ceiling.

His eyes remain closed, his face lowered, his hands in perpetual prayer, even as the traitor steps inside his prison.

"It's not personal,"

He knows.

"Think of it as a blessing,"

He does.

"To be the chosen one, to be picked by the gods- of all the hundreds, thousands, millions of faces, you were the lucky one picked by the stars,"

He was.

"And that's what I don't understand."

A sentiment they shared.

"You're- you were picked for a scholarship at your academy, but you were nothing special. Your aptitude in magic is average, your strength is pitiful, and your grades aren't all that impressive."

He's aware.

"The only thing noteworthy about you is that your brother is a popular sorcerer."

He agrees wholeheartedly.

"So why were you the chosen one? You and Kurosawa, the lamb and the hero, the key and the lock-"

He has no answer for such a thing.

And his silence pushes the traitor over the edge.

"And you're not even looking at me."

His eyes open, but his gaze remained on the traitor's pair of shoes.

"Kurosawa wouldn't kill you, he couldn't- his heart was too weak to become a hero, and if you lived, you'd poison the earth. It was a no-brainer between who to save,"

He hears the sound of a blade being drawn.

"This is the job of a hero, little songbird."

His chin is tilted upwards with the blade- and he meets Piper's guilty eyes.

With a warm smile, he says "I forgive you."

So long to you beloved traitor

At sundown, the songster is taken out of the clock tower and into a sacred chapel.

With god, the sages, the royal guard, and the ministry as their witnesses, the traitor brandishes the sacrificial knife.

Laid atop the marble altar, the songster looks at the sky beyond the stained glass.

White feathers dance across the golden sky.

The chapel doors slam open, a battle cry is made-

All is for naught as the silver blade cuts through his heart, staining his white robes a deep, dark red-

And a lone tear rolls down his cheek, a dewdrop sliding down a delicate white petal.

...

There is a moment of peace in the midst of chaos.

The traitor is chuckling, his shoulders trembling- and he devolves into pure madness as his bloodied blade clatters to the floor, his cackles echoing throughout the chapel.

Turning his face to the party, he meets the gaze of his rival- a smile so wide, it could be mistaken for innocent glee.

"Look at me, Kurosawa,"

Slater's body in his arms, head lolled to the side, a thunderous applause rings through the room.

"I've become a hero!"

[theonceandfuturequeenoftarts]

I'm so intrigued by JRPG-style from the WIP game!!! Would love to know more about it

(unrelated to the WIP game but: I really enjoyed reading both 'engrave the silhouette of you' and 'thus, friends absent speak' after seeing them linked on the WIP game post! Good epistolary tomarry fics hold my heart, and amnesia + a whole relationship with your fated nemesis that you're left to grapple with (also, losing a WHOLE decade!) is such a fantastic idea that you've really breathed life into. Thank you for writing and posting, both have gone straight to my bookmarks 👀).

Oh goodness, thank you so much @known-concepts!! I'm so glad you enjoyed those two fics ヽ(；▽；)ノ

So. JRPG-style is me mashing my love for late 90s and 00s JRPGS (especially the Tales of series) with the HP universe. I've been working on plotting it out for a couple months now and finally figured out a couple of the beats that were holding me up last week, so I'm hoping to make some progress on writing this one soon because I want to write this so badly.

Harry is the Chosen One, whose task is to reinforce the seals across the land keeping Voldemort contained. Except Dumbledore, who was involved with the last pilgrimage several decades ago, has found a way to destroy Voldemort once and for all -- by releasing him.

Featuring quirky adventures, HP plot points, more worldbuilding than I've ever done before, and a hefty dose of tomarrymort for flavour, and that's where this one is heading. Probably not the most original idea, but I'm gonna have fun with it!

Thank you for asking! ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

Edit: Since I don't have a snippet of JRPG-style to post yet, here's a snippet from the next chapter of "engrave the silhouette of you":

Now that he’s speaking with Voldemort, and he’s seen how the man looks at him and reacts to him, it is impossible to deny how deeply Voldemort feels for him. And it’s a very Voldemort concept of love: obsessive, heavy, portentous – consuming. It should be stifling, but to Harry it feels like warmth and devotion. He’s been alone and unloved for so long, it makes a grim kind of sense that he’d gravitate towards someone whose affection for him is so undeniable. There is one thing Harry has wanted for as long as he can remember. More than food, more than comfort, Harry wished for someone to love him. Dumbledore told him that his mother’s love for him was so great he survived the killing curse, but Harry’s only memory of her is her dying moments, and being told someone loves you is rather cold comfort. The magical world’s love for him due to Voldemort’s defeat has always been more of an oppressive burden than something from which to draw strength. But Voldemort loves him. To an almost unhealthy degree, it seems.

And here's a snippet I may or may not use in the fic, but it's amusing and I want to share:

Voldemort pulls back from the kiss, and Harry's so dazed it takes a good five seconds for him to understand what's happened and try to correct it. The other man is not co-operating. “Harry, you need to tell me to stop,” he pants. “What? Why would I do that? That’s a terrible idea–” “Harry–” Voldemort’s voice is decidedly strained, breaking on Harry’s name. “Get back here,” Harry demands, trying to pull the other man’s face back to his. “We shouldn’t–” “Since when do you care about ‘shouldn’t?’” He’s so focused on getting back to kissing that his mouth runs away with him. “You’ve had a lot of awful ideas, and that’s one of them, who lets you run a country–” Voldemort drops his head to Harry’s shoulder, and he starts to shake. Harry’s suddenly concerned he broke the other man. Surely he hasn’t made Voldemort cry…? Ah, no, Voldemort is laughing. Probably at him.

[kuroeko]

chasing a dragon!

[lyricalchrysanthemum]

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[antihibikase2]

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"I swear, it's like he has eyes everywhere. I can't even buy a lump of cheese and a loaf of bread without him breathing down my neck."

Mumbles Piper, taking a swig out of his mug of Moomoo Milk before slamming it on the counter.

"Every piece of gold, every purchase we make-"

"All is accounted for, he's quite good at what he does. He's always been like that, even back at Mistralton."

Antoniou muses, swirling a mixing stick into his cup of coffee. Compared to the rest of the party, concerned at best, annoyed at worst, he was glowing with pride.

"It is quite impressive, actually. A true student of the Mistralton branch."

"Impressive?! It's creepy!"

Kurusu glances from the other end of the counter, fist clenching into a cup of hot cocoa.

"I make one purchase at some small store downtown and he's on my case all night about it! How is a chocolate bar going to 'financially murder the entire party', and how is it my fault entirely?!"

"A chocolate bar is nothing,"

Abbot laughs- he's the man behind the counter, the one preparing the party's drinks.

"I was in a rush to buy herbs and medicines- you know, so I could do my job as an apothecary; next thing I know, I've built up quite a tab in the store. No problem, I think, I'll pay it all of- but since Ohashi hasn't heard of these purchases, and I've amassed quite a debt, well,"

He pours a questionable liquid into a mug, a murky, sparkling gray.

"I learned my lesson- though I'm not allowed to experiment any new formulas for the time being, on account of Ohashi banning me from using the party's funds."

"Serves you Right,"

Abbot glares, but doesn't argue.

Lobanov takes the curious concoction, swirling it in his hands.

"He's a Little Debt Collector, That one. Very Terrifying- but What do you Expect, he is a Merchant of Plasma Harmonia Academia."

"I think he's doing a really good job then,"

Grumbles Descante- his own choice of drink was a simple, freshly squeezed lemonade; and he hoped Abbot didn't add anything to it.

"Representing the academy's business majors, I mean. Don't we have to pay him three pieces of gold daily?"

"The staff at Aspertia would put down donation boxes,"

Slater whispers under his breath, lips pressed against the rim of his teacup- his choice of drink was Pecha tea with coconut milk.

"It wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't, um, mandatory."

"Little bloodsucking parasites,"

Technamare puts up his smoothie for Aibert to drink from- clearly annoyed at the mention of collecting fees.

"Opelucid wasn't any better- an entrance fee for the exams, the tuition, they didn't even offer scholarships, when they're the branch that'd benefit from having one!"

"Nice to know that, aside from running cults, planning deaths, masterminding this whole ordeal while carrying out this so-called god's will-"

Abbot slides Kurosawa his drink- a cup of Iapapa berry juice.

"-they're also stealing money from us."

Piper rolls his eyes. "And you guys say I'm the traitor-"

Technamare immediately looks at the thief. "You literally are-"

Piper waves his hand dismissively. "Yeah, fine, it was a one time thing-"

Descante, furrowed eyebrows, speaks up next. "You tried to kill Slater-"

"Well, I stopped doing that! Unlike Ohashi who bleeds us dry every time!"

"Who's bleeding who dry?"

The rest of the party goes quiet.

Stepping inside Abbot's private bar, Ohashi steps in with the sound of his wares jingling inside his backpack- as a merchant, he carried business as usual even as the party were labeled fugitives and heretics by the rest of the world, and maintained steady connections.

Out of all of them, it was no doubt Ohashi worked the hardest.

Yet.

Everyone turns away- completely unwilling to fess up.

Ohashi needs no confirmation, however.

"I take it the ingredients used for everyone's drinks were part of yesterday's trip to the market, Abbaticcio?"

"Right," There's a peaceful smile as he wipes a glass- it's hard to tell if it was fake or not. "No need to worry about that."

"Hmph. You say that,"

He glances at everyone.

He must have some sort of innate magic ability, Piper thought, because his glare was the iciest it's ever been- and the way it quickly melts into something, one of seething rage-

"-but while you lot were here gossiping amongst yourselves, I've observed there's been discrepancies between the reported expenses and our current budget."

Uh-oh.

"Kurosawa, Piper, Kurusu, Lobanov-"

The rest unmentioned quickly rose to their feet, scampering upstairs. Abbot hastily throws the last of the cleaned glasses into the shelf and makes a run for it.

"-meet me outside. We need to talk."

Kurusu looks like he wants to argue- but shrinks back when Ohashi stares into his exposed eye.

With a shrug, Lobanov takes one last sip of Abbot's strange drink, stretching his muscles and walking outside with Kurusu clinging to his coat.

"What did you buy?" Kurosawa asked. "You're the one always in trouble with him."

"You're in his bad books too!"

"It was probably some bandages I brought in a rush!"

"Like hell it was!"

"Both of you,"

Placing gloved hands on their shoulders, Ohashi leans close.

"Like it or not, I'll never part from your side,"

It was less of a reassurance- especially with how tightly he squeezed.

"So while I'm around, you better pay your dues. Otherwise,"

Somehow, out of everything we've encountered so far-

"You'll know why they warn you about making a deal with the devil."

-why is Ohashi the scariest?!