#coroika fic

[alohasno1fan]

IM FINALLY PUBLISHING A FIC IVE WANTED TO WRITE FOR AGES

link!!

aloha/diver, hanahaki disease, mature rating

[swagvalkryie]

Life In A Party

Word count: 626

Warnings: none (only mild angst)

Comments: This is my first real fanfic, so I apologize if it’s low quality. This is mainly an angsty headcanon for Aloha taking form.

The night was young, and a crowd of Inklings had gathered at Aloha’s house. Excitedly, Aloha opened the door. The guests flooded in, and the party could truly begin.

The partygoers filled the lower floor. Some sat between the throw pillows on the couches. Others helped themselves to snacks and sodas in the kitchen. Some more introverted guests lurked near the outskirts of the house. Once everyone settled in, Aloha waltzed from room to room to greet the guests.

“Whassup?”

“Having fun?”

“It’s been a while, how’ve you been?”

“How’s that project of yours been going?”

After a while, he casually walked towards a female Inkling standing against a wall, a plastic cup of soda in her hand. “Heeeey pretty, how’s it going?” he asked, leaning next to her.

“Uuhh, it’s been fun so far,” she replied, looking into her cup as she slid away slightly. “I hope my parents won’t be mad.” Her fingers fidgeted. “They’re worried about me getting involved in something illegal during them.”

“Oof. Sounds tough,” Aloha commented, “But that just means they care a lot about you. Even so, my pals and I make sure no one tries any foul play at our parties. You’ll be fine.” He gave a reassuring smile.

“Thanks,” the girl said, her face loosening into a soft smile. “How are your parents, by the way?” she asked. “They must not be very strict if you’re allowed to throw these parties so often.”

Aloha stiffened for a moment, his eyes darting away. As he tried to restore his relaxed energy, he spoke: “You hungry? I can get you some chips if you want.” Even before she answered, Aloha had already started walking away.

As Aloha approached the kitchen, he saw a gathering of people in the next room out of the corner of his eye. Interested, he changed his route to get a closer look. There, he was met with a group of Inklings eagerly dancing to the pop music playing on the boombox.

“Watch this!” he announced.

As a new song began, Aloha took the imaginary stage in front of the crowd. Feeling the music, he let loose his flashiest moves as the guests watched. The crowd’s cheers mixed with the music, and the excited noise wrapped around Aloha like a warm embrace. Aloha wished the party could last forever, so that the energy around him would never leave.

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The night had been long, and the crowd of partygoers was ready to leave. Reluctantly, Aloha opened the door. The guests streamed out, and the party truly ended.

Aloha took one last look at the departing Inklings before closing the door again. He looked over the disheveled throw pillows, the scattered crumbs, and the other debris that showed he hadn’t been alone. He wanted to keep it there, to preserve the evidence of another’s visit. But he pushed that thought aside. It was unsanitary and unsightly, and only a depressed Inkling would keep trash around. And he wasn’t depressed, right?

Aloha went from room to room, his footsteps echoing as he cleared away the remnants of the party. The last thing he did was standing up the photo of his parents on the mantle once more. He examined it for a moment, trying to remember the last time he had felt like the younger version of himself in that photo, who wore a genuine smile as he stood together with his parents.

It was only when his work concluded when he realized just how late it was. He trudged up the stairs, past the untouched master bedroom, until he finally collapsed into his bed. The silence and his exhaustion blended together until it threatened to swallow him whole. Aloha wished the next day could come faster, so that the emptiness around him would be gone.

[mustikkaotso]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

here's my coroika/lobcorp fic for the 2 other people on this site who like both fandoms

relationship: goggles/rider, though it isn't the main focus (it's a m/f verison of the ship btw)

i got the second chapter out now, so hopefully the story is a teeny bit more fleshed out

[tong3610]

Oneshot: 1,854 words.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Splatoon (Manga), Splatoon (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gloves/Rider (Splatoon), Gloves & Half-Rim (Splatoon) Characters: Gloves (Splatoon), Rider (Splatoon), Half-Rim (Splatoon) Additional Tags: Angst, Hanahaki Disease, and all the coughing of flowers and blood that comes with that, Ambiguous/Open Ending, No beta we die like Gloves' hairline, Gloves needs a hug, hanahaki4hanami, hanahaki for hanami 2026 Series: Part 1 of A Gloves-centric flowerfest - Tong's Hanahaki for Hanami! (2026) Summary:

Half-Rimz pushed himself off the doorframe and walked in, dropping down to sit next to his friend. He gently guided Gloves’ head to rest on his shoulder, running a hand through his unkempt hair. There were no words that needed to be spoken between the two for them to understand.

It was a nice bonding time between two bros, Gloves reckoned. If you ignored the sputtering noise that came out of his throat, that is.

For a while, the only sounds in the room were Gloves’ uneven breathing and the faint buzz of the bathroom lights overhead. Half-Rimz continued to comb through his hair, occasionally brushing off any hidden specks of dirt.

“...he didn’t say it back.”

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Week One: Zinnia (Thoughts of Absent Friends, Lasting Affection).

Prompt and challenge provided by hanahaki4hanami.tumblr.com for 2026.