I have seen Life According to Monokuma and Life According to Usami so here, Life According To Komaeda Nagito.

A/N: This is an original story and will not be following the plot of the game nor the anime, I apologise if some characters do not act as they are supposed to act as I have only watched the anime and I have not viewed any gameplay footage. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy. This story is about (Y/N), just a typical sixteen year old, though as normal as she might look, she has a special talent. (Y/N) has always been able to write beautiful poetry and enchanting stories that fascinated anybody who read them, it is because of this talent that (Y/N) was accepted into the prestigious Hope's Peak Academy, a school in which every single student that graduates moves on to be extremely successful in their field. When (Y/N) enters her new class with lots of intriguing people, her eyes land upon a pale boy with white hair and a slim frame. (Y/N) is immediately captivated by him and his graceful profile, even though he is rather quiet, (Y/N) can't help but want to know more about this mysterious boy, however when she pairs up with this peculiar character for a project, she may learn more about him then what she bargained for.

For 10 nights straight, I can't get any sleep, This is this shadow in the hall and in my dreams It's like she gets more real everyday Two big blue eyes and blonde ponytails, Short skirt and bear accessories, It's like she wants to kill me But no one else can see, What happens while I sleep? My friends think that I'm crazy and my mom made me an appointment with a doctor... I need none... I need to know the secret behind the wardrobe... Prepare for some serious despair! Here have some hope bagels! :D Anyways read for more... ~(>.~)~

(Not a song fic, sorry:3 ) Arthur is in denial of being in love with Francis. But as the two progress, do English and the French come together? Just some FrUk fluff 'n' stuff. :3 (COMPLETED)

***Official WP LGBTQ account book of the month: November 2016 ❤*** ***#20 Action what's hot list: 9/14/17*** noun: Stockholm syndrome 1.Feelings of trust or affection felt in many cases of kidnapping or hostage-taking by a victim towards a captor. Origin 1970s: with reference to a bank robbery in Stockholm. Felix and Archer have never met, yet they have powerful history. They have one thing in common. And Archer is about to find out what when Felix takes his revenge. Not everything goes according to plan and they both find themselves battling internal and external forces as they are plunged into unknown territories. There is danger and mystery and then there's love. Death and desire became entangled and one man's desire may be his downfall. This book contains elements of gay love and intimacy. Read at your discretion.

Fanfiction Summary: Arthur has long since “grown a pair” and graced Alfred with his presence at his parties. Alfred feels nostalgic though and thinks about a few important ones. Genre: Romance/Humour Rating: T for Artie’s language, awkward scene is awkward, and innuendos Author’s Note: Happy Birthday to my Baby!! I love you, Alfred! (Heehee! Cosplaying makes you say weird stuff) So today is Independence Day and so I felt the need to write something special for Alfie. It’s sort of a compromise because I hate/love all the whiny stories where England needs to grow up and realized Alfred leaving him is for the best and we rarely see stories where Arthur’s all “yeah, I get it” so I decided to write one. It’s a humble offering and a little break from writing my little summer project. Much love y’all! I do not own Alfred or Arthur or Independence Day. I do own eyeliner, nail polish, and the plot for this though. _____________________________________________ Okay, yes, I have an obsession with Arthur standing in doorways apparently because he likes to do that. Thanks for reading my little piece for Alfred's birthday. It’s kind of random, I know cause the years kind of don’t make sense. 1977 was cause that’s when “Anarchy in the UK” came out and I really wanted to do Arthur all punked out because I love Punk!Arthur. 1998 has no important significance but it was far enough from the 70’s to where Arthur could be more normal. And then 2011 because it’s 2011. I just blew your mind, didn’t I? Hope you liked it and… love to y’all! <3

There are three days, out of 365 days, in which Arthur James Kirkland secludes himself from the outside world. He was perfectly content locking himself in his bedroom for these twenty four hour increments, and sulking in the all too painful memories. Unluckily for Arthur, as soon as a certain frenchman discovered this, he vowed to put an end to it. This, dear reader, is the story of how every year, on July fourth, the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland is dragged, very much against his will, to spend his day with Francis Bonnefoy. But maybe...Just possibly... He enjoys these days a trifle more than he lets on. Warning: This fanfiction includes a tickle war, snuggling, extreme fluff, & a very drunk Iggy

Francis Bonnefoy has always wished that his creations could come to life. Maybe if he does hard enough...

England didn't want to be in love with France, so he fights it. Fighting doesn't get you anywhere.

When Arthur hears that the French government has signed a peace treaty that gives Italy and Nazi Germany control over more than half of their country's territory, he rushes to locate Francis. Can romance be found in the ruins of the City of Love, or will war and destruction prove to be the end of all? (Rated PG-13 For Language)