#Loona drabble

[crybaby-magic]

Dating a hellhound

loona x gn reader

Your relationship depends on how long yall know each other

-If its recent and she's crushing hard she tends to be very shy like a puppy 

-But if y'all known each other for years she tends to be like a tsundere and slightly aggressive in a joking way

-Yall relationship thrives on silly banters here and there

-She’ll let you hang out in her room and listen to music thats come out or recent media post

-Yall probably have blitzo knocking on the door every 5 minutes because he doesn't trust you no matter if you knew him for a long period.

-She drags you to band concerts despite her tending to be an utter homebody.

-She’ll go to parties with you but you are definitely around her to make sure she's really ok even if she says she’s ok.

It was a normal morning at the i.m.p for loona (aka being on her phone scrolling the web) till you walked.

“Hey looney guess what i got for us to do this weekend!?”

“Finding a reason to live?”

“If you mean having tickets to that one band you texted me about then sure!”

“Oh shit really?”

“Yeah we can go early to get food and a good area to sit.”

“Sweet”

[golden-loona]

"i'm too old for this shit stuff" | j.j.k

one thing jeon jungkook has always been is competitive. when you were friends, when you started dating, then into your marriage, even into fatherhood. always competitive. now as a father, he gains entertainment out of being competitive. challenging your five year old to different things, always claiming that making her lose “builds character.” 

today, however. he’s asking to lose. “babe the new season of jujutsu kaisen just dropped,” jungkook says with an excited smile, you nod and sip your coffee. “gonna watch it when we go to bed?” you ask softly, placing your mug on the table. “i’m gonna stay up and watch it all” jungkook responds with a proud smile, you snort and laugh. his face is serious, making this all the more amusing. 

“what’s so funny?” he questions curiously, you laugh lightly. “baby, you can’t do all nighters” you say honestly, “not like you used to anyway” you can see the cogs turn in jungkooks brain as you respond to him, the ones that tell him to challenge you. “wanna bet?” he says exactly what you expect, making you smile. “it’s a bet” worst mistake jungkook could make. 

that evening, he had hoped. prayed, that you had forgotten about it. but no, he married a woman with the best memory ever apparently. “so are you excited to binge watch j.j.k tonight, babe?” you ask with an amused smile, brushing your daughter’s hair ready for bed. jungkook internally groans, cursing himself for even challenging you in the first place. “very,” jungkook replies, a playful glare sent your way making you giggle softly.

“can i stay up?” jungkook’s mini-me asks with a little pout, you shake your head. “no, baby” you finish brushing her hair and kiss her head, “time for bed.” she huffs slightly and moves to sit next to jungkook on the couch. “but daddy gets to,” your daughter argues, jungkook chuckles tiredly. “that’s because daddy shouldn’t take bets with your mom,” jungkook tells her, running his fingers through her hair gently.

after finishing tucking the youngest member of the house into bed, you find jungkook sneaking into the guest room. you quickly and gently grab his wrist, “where are you going?” you ask sternly with a slight smile, he sighs defeatedly. “i wanna go to bed, babe,” jungkook whines making you laugh lightly. “a bet’s a bet,” you shrug, he groans and begins to pad back down the stairs. “and don’t even think about sleeping on that couch” you say as he gets to the bottom, “i’ll come check if you try to trick me, jeon” you add, hand on your hip. jungkook smirks and does a mock salute, “okay, jeon.”

so here he is, the tv glow is the only light in the room. a beer resting between his legs as he sits on the couch, watching the new season of j.j.k as he wanted. asking himself why he ever thought it was a good idea to challenge you, he knows he shouldn’t. you always prove him wrong. jungkook can feel himself dozing slightly and keeps slapping himself gently to stay awake, does it work? absolutely not.

its 3:47am when you trudge down the stairs to check on your dear husband. beer bottles, empty coffee mugs and snack packets litter the couch and coffee table, your jaw drops. “i sure hope you’re gonna clean this up,” you say with slight firmness in your voice, jungkook jumps and sits up. “jesus, you scared me” he says, startled. a hand on his chest. “having fun?” you ask, joining your tired husband on the couch, he pouts. “no, i’m not” he whines softly, immediately laying against you. gently running your fingers through his silky hair, you see him being lulled to sleep already. “the joys of adulthood, hm?” you say softly, he hums in response. “i guess i learned one thing from this,” jungkook murmurs, “what, baby?” you respond. “i’m too old for this shit.”

“language, jungkook” you scold him quietly, jungkook chuckles sleepily to himself and smiles. “fine, i’m too old for this stuff,” he corrects himself.

a/n: fyi i know nothing of recent animes and j.j.k was the first one that came to mind so that'll do i guess hahahaha and yes this is inspired from that one himym episode

golden-loona 2025

[mintwithchoco]

Dip

LOONA/ARTMS Haseul x Male Reader

Word Count: 100 words

Categories: smut, drabble

i promise the next one will be a full fic. i just can't fathom how haseul just casually drops these pics and not letting me fucking BREATHE. also this kinda wack but i'm horny okay? okay.

“We can’t do it here…”

Oh, you certainly can’t.

But you insist.

Haseul in a swimsuit is already a rare occurrence, and you can't let it go to waste. Pictures are not enough—you need a closer look, and it involves you being behind her, slipping a hand in between her thighs, and despite her reluctance, she’s already heating up.

“Still refusing?” you ask, your fingers rubbing her clothed pussy.

“You— mmmh, fuck,” she weakly replies.

So, with hopefully no one noticing, you’re all up in her guts, making her orgasm over and over, until she’s eventually filled with your cum.

[thatstonedwriter]

⋆｡˚ 「 I wanna be your girlfriend~

Loona x reader 」 ⋆｡˚

──˙•˚∘✮🌙ᯓ🪐˙•˚∘ ──

~I don't wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your lips- I wanna kiss you until I lose my breath~

Loona isn't sure when exactly it started. All she knows is that she's fallen- and hard. Whenever you're talking the only thing she can focus on is your lips. She can't help but wonder how your voice would sound whispering soft "I love yous" in the dark.

~I don't wanna be your friend~

It was torture, trying to drop hints, trying to flirt (if you could call it that). Loona isn't used to this, and she doesn't know what to say or how to feel.

~I don't wanna be your friend, I wanna be your bitch~

Every day, Loona watches you, wishing she could just kiss you. Maybe not in front of everyone, but just knowing she has the option, knowing she has you. Maybe that line of thinking is a bit selfish, but even if it is, Loona can't be bothered. She wants more.

~And I wanna touch you, but not like this~

Loona doesn't want the brief brushes against your fingers, or a quick side-hug and a casual greeting.

~The look in your eyes, my hand between your thighs~

Too often, Loona is snapped out of her daydreams by mundane bullshit and the usual office shenanigans. Luckily, you were working today- and currently breaking up a fight between Moxxie and Blitzø.

~I don't wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your lips- I wanna kiss you until I lose my breath~

She can't take it anymore. Loona decides: after work, she'll wait until the office is empty- and tell you how she feels.

~I don't wanna be your friend~

And when the moment comes; you're finally alone, standing by the door, her hand on yours. Loona can't meet your eye, but she asks the question anyway.

"You uh.. Wanna go out sometime.. With me?"

~Lose my breath~

──‎ ˙•˚∘✮ 🔭๋࣭ᯓ🌙˙•˚∘ ──

[wontune]

ʚɞ hyunjin ( loossemble ) lockscreens !

[writinganddyinginside]

Piano Concerto

Danganronpa Drabble

Word Count: 774.

Ships: Kaede Akamatsu/Miu Iruma.

CW

N/A

Credits

Banner: PNGs from @/pngsgalore and @/oldnetreasures. Texture by @/pscs5

Divider: @/cafekitsune

See on other platforms: [Twitter] [AO3]

Kaede shouldn’t have felt so nervous. There was a nervousness she always held, regardless of what she was playing, how much she practiced, who was going to be there. But this time who was going to be there mattered. It mattered even though it shouldn’t have, since she saw the girl literally two days before.

Kaede wondered if she was upset at all.

Two nights ago, she gave the girl a ticket and invitation, asking her to attend. It didn’t have Kaede’s name on it at all, and she kind of acted as if she was going to be attending with her… As Kaede peeked into the crowd she saw her. Done up in lovely reds and pinks. She was looking down at her phone; she looked upset, maybe. Hopefully Kaede hadn’t messed up. She continued to convince the woman that she was looking for her in the audience until she felt too bad to continue because she knew that the other was smart.

She hoped, more than anything else, that Miu wouldn’t leave.

Luckily she could still see her as an announcer began to speak. Her eyes were trained, as if the seat would be empty if she blinked. The only thing that broke the gaze was her cue to step up onto the stage. From there, she focused solely on not looking. 

She sat down on the piano bench in a sky blue color, a long, almost Victorian dress that she no doubt felt pretty in. Her hair laid braided over her shoulder and she was all but grateful that she wasn’t sweating off the makeup she’d put on. It was unnecessary, perhaps, but because she knew Miu was watching her it was worth it.

Kaede would be surprised if she noticed taking a single breath before the final note of the piece was played. She stood and gave the deepest bow she could muster, disappeared off the stage as soon as she had had enough of the applause.

Kaede waited for the inventor somewhere near the exit. Miu was as excited as Kaede had dreamed, and then some. “Holy shit! Don’t get me wrong, I was fuckin’ stewing there for a hot sec waiting for you, but then—shit!” They laughed and hugged, not nearly tight enough. “Kaede, that was beautiful. I knew you said you played piano but I didn’t know it was like that!”

“Thank you! I really worried that you were mad at me—I mean, you were, but I’m glad you liked it! In the end.” Kaede finally got a look at the way Miu was dressed as they separated. A satin slip, fading from pink to red. High ponytail and jewelry that probably produced light in total darkness. “And you look… so amazing and pretty and I wouldn’t have wanted to, yknow, waste all that.”

“Yeah! I busted my ass to look this hot, I swear… and not in a likable way either! But.. I’m happy you like it. Thanks, Kaede.” Miu took her hand and held it, and it was a perfect thing. She was looking at what the both of them were wearing, just as Kaede had done a second before. “There’s totally different vibes going on here, but that’s not something I give a fuck about. You are stunning! A real princess.” Miu goes a little pink in the face as she speaks and the awestruck words have Kaede flushing red. It was too much and not enough.

“Thank you, Miu! This was really fun! I really liked performing for you. And everyone else, I guess.” It was a joke, partially. 

“I think I only liked the piece when you played it.”

“Have you ever even heard it before today?”

“Didn’t need to! Okay, so I know it’s like, whatever-o-clock, but I feel like we should go somewhere else. Can we? I’m not going home yet.” Miu made her way outside, and Kaede was effectively dragged with her. She giggled, lifting her dress to step over puddles on the ground.

“Where could we even go, Miu?” She wasn’t objecting to the idea; frankly, she would spend the whole night with Miu if fate somehow allowed. She didn’t think it was possible now but she wanted it so badly. Anywhere would suffice.

“I don’t know, somewhere! Maybe we should find another piano, so you can play more for me. Put on a show.”

Kaede laughed at the persistence. “I don’t need to play piano all the time. You actually shouldn’t enable me! I won’t stop.”

“Well then I should, right? Why would I want you to stop?”

At least it was a nice sentiment.

[chaeminnieya]

i NEEED YVES AND Y/N MOMENTS PLEASEE

Sun&Moon

Pairing-Yves&Seasons!Reader

“G-IDLE IS FOR THE GIRLS AND THE GAYS.” Y/n read while clapping “Yes, we are.” She smiled with a thumbs-up

“Oh! Yves is joining!” She clapped while getting close to her screen and tapping it, a few seconds later the Loona member joined the live “Yves!” “Y/n!” The two grinned at each other

“Girl where have you been?!” Y/n said while pouting at her “here,there, everywhere you know?” Yves said while sitting back “have you eaten?” You asked “Yeah, you?” She said while she read the chat “Mhm.” You mumbled

“Oh! Right have you taken a bath yet?” You said while straightening your posture “no, not yet, you?” She said with a “🤨” face “nope i haven’t, 우리 같이 목욕할까?” You said with a sly smile, speaking in Korean bc it was an instagram live with mostly people speaking English, Yves gasped and covered her mouth after she heard Your words.

Y/n laughed at Yves reddened face “well, should we?” You said smiling, Yves took a second to compose herself and then nodded and said “응 물론이지, 너희 집 아니면 내 집?” She said with a straight face

Y/n’s smile dropped for a few seconds before she let out a laugh “Wow, you’ve never said anything like that before, got me blushing!” She said with a smile as she read the comments quietly

“So do you think that you could be fine with not being friends with Yves?” Kang Ho-Dong asked while pointing to Y/n and then to Yves which made Y/n immediately shake her head

“Could the moon be without the sun?” She immediately said back making Kyunghoon and Sangmin confused and Hodong motioned for her to continue

Yves stared intently at Y/n as she continued “Without the sun, there would be no moonlight, the moon gets its light from the sun and without the sun, the moon would disappear.”

“Yves is my sun.” she smiled as she pulled her sleeve up to show a small moon tattoo and then pulled Yves's sleeve up to show a small sun tattoo

“Wow…who knew y/n was such a poet!” Ho-Dong clapped and then his smile dropped a bit as he heard Y/n chuckling, the camera pans to Yves covering her mouth while wiping her tears, and Y/n hugged Yves as she tried to stifle her laughs as she patted Yves back as she whispered a soft “Are you okay?”

Yves nodded as Y/n pulled away and Yves hit Y/ns shoulder “She always makes me cry!” Yves frowned as she took a breath and continued Almost everyone in the room laughed as she pouted, as the camera panned back to the knowing bros Y/n held Yves’ hand as she whispered gently “its okay.”

ONLY TWO FOR NOW BC IM TIRED

Other workz

(Lso yves cried bc this was around the same time that loona was getting mistreated, she was happy that y/n said sum nice abt her”

[panda-writes-kpop]

Sour Piña Colada ~ Olivia Hye

A/N: Hi, my lovely guys, girls, and non-binary pearls! I hope your day is going well. ❤️

TW: Drunk Reader, angst, accusations go flying, mentions of cheating

♡ Masterlist ♡ 》》》 Prompt List

A Piña Colada Slushie reminds you of a night out with friends. You might have drank too much and regretted doing so, but it was in an effort to enjoy your youth. The morning after, you may have sweet memories of a good night, or you could get the sour end of your drunken pursuits: a massive headache and a date with your toilet.

You have to force the bile back in your throat as you wipe your mouth with some tissue paper. Although the many drinks from last night were a part of why your stomach was crying for relief, the knot in your stomach from the argument with your girlfriend didn't help relieve you from the anguish that you felt.

You both were drunk and angry, which should have been a first sign that the conversation was headed towards disaster. You came home later than Olivia did, which caused her to throw toxic words at you.

"Are you seeing another woman?"

You couldn't help but scoff at the question. She knew that you had been nothing but loyal to her, yet she had the audacity to say something like this? Still, you bit your tongue and tried to remain civil, despite the drinks in your system encouraging you to fully express how you felt.

"No, Hyeju, you know I only love you."

"Don't fucking lie to me, Y/N, I know that you were! I can smell her perfume on you."

You sighed before grabbing a hold of a nearby countertop.

"Baby, I took a cab home, and the driver was a woman. Please, can we just drop this and go to bed?"

The flicker of anger in her eyes only grew, and from there, the two of you had gotten into a screaming match. It ended with Olivia leaving your apartment, and you sleeping on the couch because you were too drained to go to your bed.

You check your phone, only to see that Olivia hasn't texted you back. You're too scared to provoke her anger further, so you decide to leave it alone for now.

She'll come back to me when she's ready. I know it.

[rai-chuuuu]

❥ emis blog

about me

emi , she / they , 9teen , #1 chuu, chenle, hendery ult

mexican , eng / esp , loona / txt / nct ult , professional silly goose

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rules

writing

will do ; texts/smau , drabbles , shorter fics , fluff , angst , light smut , m x f!r (female reader) , m x gn!r (gender neutral reader) , any on my stanlist (minus eunchae & yukika) , & some more wont do ; longer fics , heavy smut , groups I dont stan , m x m (I literally cant write from male perspectives for the life of me) , idolxidol (unless idolxidol!reader) , and basically anything gross masterlists ; loona , txt , nct

interaction

I literally do not care about who interacts with me, just as long as youre not under 13/14 if a post is labeled with "minors dni" or "18+", then minors obviously shouldn't interact. tbf, I literally dont have the power to stop anyone from interacting lol

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thats really all but please remember that this is FICTIONAL

[axdreacc]

hey guys i might start writing some short horror stories probably here and ao3

majority is based on different horror movies and games

would yall be up for it?

[mandareeboo]

Ugggghhhh I wanna write Loona but have no ideas. Send me prompts?

[crybaby-magic]

Loona

✮ oneshots

✮ drabbles

✮fanfics

✮headcanons

Dating a hellhound

✮mini series

[golden-loona]

the hoodie thief | j.j.k

jungkook is sick and tired. well not really, he’s just.. slightly fed up. okay, not fed up. but he wants his hoodies back. yes, you look adorable and he feels a reserve of possessiveness seeing you in his hoodies but, he wants his hoodies back!!!

so jeon jungkook does what he can only think to do, hide them. he hides them in the back of the wardrobe, under the bed, in the garage locker, in the back of his car. anywhere you won’t immediately think to look, he’s hidden them there.

it’s winter now and your usual go to outerwear is jungkook’s hoodies, but you can’t find a single one of them. especially your favourite one, a big dark grey hoodie. it’s cosy and your absolute favourite. but where the fuck is it?

“jungkook,” you call out, jungkook’s eyes widen slightly because you never use his name like that. government name? never. “yeah?” he responds with hesitancy, you step into the living room and look to where he’s sitting on the couch. lazily draped watching formula one.

“where’s your grey hoodie?” you ask with a slightly defeat sigh, fed up of looking. “uhh.. no idea,” jungkook responds, a little too suspiciously for your liking. your eyebrow raises slightly, not convinced. “no idea? you lost it?” 

“not a clue, babe” jungkook replies, he keeps his eyes on the tv not wanting to even spare a glance at you, knowing if he does you will know he’s lying immediately. you resign, “okay, well i’ll keep looking,” you step out of the room and he breathes a sigh of relief.

you finally decide to check the garage and open the small locker to find one, two, three, FOUR of his hoodies? you take them out one by one, confused. all freshly clean. washed, dried and folded away into the garage locker? until it hits you, that fucker was hiding them.

golden-loona 2025

[thatstonedwriter]

Song Drabbles 🎶

Helluva Boss

-🌹/🍀 Good Little Girl (feat; Blitz) -🌹 Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy (feat; Fizzmodeus) -🌹 I wanna be your girlfriend (feat; Loona) -🌹 Hidden in the Sand (feat; Moxxie x Millie)

Coming soon…

-🍀 Girls (feat; Octavia)

[justarkive]

THE JEONS | 20

20: Sick Day

summary: a collection of chaotic family drabbles. thats it.

contents: family!au, non.idol jungkook, girl!dad jk, fluff, angst, sensitive topics + smut sometimes!

chapter contents / warnings: soft domestic dad!jk, sleepy baby morning, a lot of snot, a lot of cringe, hanas super sick, mentions of a monster, whipped jk as usual, just tooth rotting fluff <3

a/n: GUESS WHOS BACK BITCHES

• taglist: @jenniebyrubies @lovingkoalaface @iamstilljk @elinaki92 @rpwprpwprpwprw @mafersame @parkinglot-nights @reallygenerouskoala @mimi1097 @aznstoner @jungshaking @pinkpunkdynamite @angie-x3 @bgfdcvbnjk @starlight-1010 @marblemoonstones @golden-loona @jjkluver7 @jjkkk15 @hoonsbrow @crisle19 @roseda @oumy221 (check pinned to be added)

masterlist <

its too early in the jeons household for anything but warmth. the bed sheets are completely rumbled and the room smells like sleep, skin and sweat and faint lavender detergent. Jungkooks hair is a mess. His chest bare, bruised by the pressure of tiny feet that kicked through the night.

you are not home. You worked the night shift. Hana knew, she always finds out somehow. So sometime past midnight, Hana’s tiny voice whispered in the dark, Can i sleep in the big bed?

and of course, jungkook said yes. so now it’s just him and Hana, back in the nest of sheets, the sun trying to push through the curtains like it’s not shy.

Shes splayed across his chest, face hot and damp, nose smearing slightly into his collarbone as she sniffles pitifully. Her hair’s in a loose little sprig on her head, half-matted with sweat, and she’s clutching a tiny plush keychain that’s missing an eye.

“Ah… ah… ah-choooo!” he says, right before her face crinkles.

she sneezes hard. all over him. “Oh my poor baby,” Jungkook coos, full dramatics, rubbing soothing circles into her back. “You’re sick? You couldn’t go to school today? Noooo.” He kisses the top of her sticky forehead. “That’s the saddest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Hana sniffles wetly and nods, eyes a little glassy. Then, in her smallest voice: “Nose hurts.”

“Oh no, not the nose,” he gasps, like it’s a national emergency. “We need to get you a new one. Maybe a dog nose. Or a bunny one.”

She giggles, wheezy and gross.

“You want the bunny nose?” he teases, booping hers.

She giggles again. This time, it ends in a little sneeze.

And then, somehow, they’re both laughing. She’s crawling higher on his chest, smearing snot and all, and he’s pretending to tickle her until her tiny limbs are flailing.

But every time she starts to catch her breath, another sneeze comes.

“Ahhh! the sneezing monster!” he cries, shielding himself with a pillow.

Hana gasps. Her eyes go huge. “theres a monster?”

He freezes, mouth open. “…Uhhh.”

She blinks and sniffles. Then, suddenly: “Is he in the closet?”

“No no no no no,” Jungkook says quickly, lifting her up a little. “He’s not scary, he just… he tickles noses. He’s retired now. Lives in the countryside.”

She looks skeptical. She’s three. She doesn’t know what retirement is.

“Safe?” she asks.

“Safe,” he whispers, arms tight around her, “because id body slam a monster for you.”

Then he rolls them both sideways, gently, so she lands into his side. One leg thrown across his stomach. She immediately wraps both arms around him and squeezes.

“I’m your koala,” she mumbles into his chest.

“You are,” he says, breath catching a little. “You’re my snotty little koala.”

She giggles again, and even though it sounds like it hurts her throat, she doesn’t stop.

soon after, the front door clicks. he doesn’t move.

Hanas breath is warm against his neck, shallow and stuffy, and he knows if he so much as shifts a rib she’ll whimper and cling tighter. She’s dozed off and on for the past few minutes, little fevered curls clinging to his chest, cheeks hot and crusted with sleep.

“Mama’s home,” he whispers against her temple, a smile crawling into his voice like light through blinds. “You wanna say hi?”

Hana doesn’t open her eyes, but her whole face twitches, a blooming, fluttering thing. She breathes in deep, tries to sit up but settles for curling tighter into him like she can taste you in the air.

he hears you in the hallway. the weight of your bag dropped to the floor. the muted clatter of keys in the dish. the bathroom light flicking on. the soft rhythm of water hitting tile, your shower song humming like wind down a quiet street.

Hana sneezes again. Her tenth? eleventh? He’s lost count. She’s gotten good at nestling her face into the crevice of his collarbone at just the right moment. He doesn’t even flinch now.

By the time you’re out, with fresh skin, damp hair, the scent of your body wash clinging to your neck , he can already hear the pat of your bare feet down the hallway. The door creaks open.

You appear at the edge of the bed like a dream. Warm and flushed and real. “Hi,” you murmur, voice lazy with the night’s end.

“Hi,” he says back, soft as a prayer.

You lean in first, kiss him, lips slow and full of gratitude, then kiss the tiny mess balled against his chest.

“Oh, you sick baby,” you coo, brushing Hana’s hair back with your fingers, thumb grazing the warm swell of her cheek.

She finally opens her eyes. Big and bleary, lashes sticky, face lighting up like stars under fog. “Mama,” she croaks.

“I missed you,” you whisper, sliding into bed beside them, curling your body around hers like instinct. “My poor girl.”

She wiggles, climbs from his chest onto yours without hesitation, sticky knees, little coughs, a trail of warmth as she smushes herself into your neck.

“She didn’t wanna go to school,” Jungkook says, hand finding yours under the blanket. “And now I’m coated in sneezes.”

You smile, pulling the duvet over all three of you like it’s a roof, a cave, a forever. “Serves you right,” you whisper, voice muffled in his shoulder. “You’re the one who let her sleep in our bed.”

He hums. “I would do it again.”

The room smells like eucaliptus balm and detergent and the sweet, hot scent of a sleepy child. The three of you tangled together, pressed skin to skin, chests rising and falling in slow sync.

Outside, the world is pretending to be normal. There’s mail being delivered, dogs being walked. Somewhere, someone’s typing an email they don’t want to write.

In here, your baby girl sneezes and sighs.

And no one moves.

[writinganddyinginside]

Higher Than Ever Together

Danganronpa Drabble

Word Count: 816.

Ships: Shuichi Saihara/Hajime Hinata. + Mentions of other characters.

CW

Mentions of drought

Mentions of death

Heights

Isolation

Credits

Banner: PNGs from @/luvpngs, @/4everpluie, @/thepngpixie, @/pngsgalore, and @/adjpngs

Divider: @/fairytopea

Heavily inspired by Cloud Climber by Two Star Games.

See on other platforms: [Twitter] [AO3]

“Can you even see the fifth tower anymore?”

“No. But we know where it is, yeah?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

Hajime’s eyesight was better than Shuichi’s. Not by a landslide, but enough that sometimes Shuichi would ask him, “Am I seeing this right?” and trust his answer. Shuichi was weaker in some sense, too. He could hold real steady, which was valuable when it came to holding boards and nails in place, but he had never really built any structure in his life before the drought started.

Not that Hajime had built a whole tower before either, but he had done handiwork with his parents before. Shuichi hadn’t done anything like this. He said he felt the same way now that he felt growing up, now that everyone was gone. Not exactly the same, of course, since Hajime was here.

Now that they were truly alone, they’d often forget what they had even been doing up here.

“What are we going to do when we get to the fifth tower again?”

“Build to the seventh tower.”

“Because the sixth tower fell.”

“Oh. Yeah.”

They relax and look out at the view multiple times a day. Because they have all day. No one’s waiting for them.

“Byakuya Togami,” Shuichi blurts out as they sit in the middle of the bridge between towers Two and Three. He was extremely anxious about stilling on the bridges and staircases at one point, but he’s used to it now.

“What?”

“He was in the sixth tower.”

“When it fell?”

“Yeah. I remember because… because I spoke to him once. When he was further this way.”

“I heard he was an asshole.”

“He is. Your brother said he’s a bit worse for wear now, though. Apparently he used to be ruder.”

“Makoto?”

“Yeah, your brother.” Shuichi turned to look at Hajime, perhaps searching for some semblance of disbelief that wasn’t there.

“Oh.

“Come on, let’s go.”

The sixth tower incident was the most widely remarked and remembered, for obvious reasons. Byakuya fell along with Celestia Ludenburg, Takemichi Yukimaru, Hiyoko Saionji, Tsumugi Shirogane, and some others they couldn’t remember. There was a larger number of people in the tower, and the only reason they remembered Takemichi is because he likes to yell across the towers and so everyone knew him, if not by his name then as “the guy who screams occasionally”.

“I knew Hiyoko,” Hajime remarked, lugging his bag to the end of the bridge. The stairs that went upward from the bridge were broken so Hajime immediately walked around the walkway balcony  attached to the actual tower structure to where he knew wood would be. Shuichi went into the inside of the tower, looking through all the chests and shelves and looking across the table. He found clothes, and left them. He found papers, and took them. “What was she like?” he exclaimed through the door.

“Irritating…

“She wasn’t bad, though. I guess. Just liked to mess with people.”

Shuichi stuffed the pieces of paper into his bag and pulled out nails as he rushed out to the broken staircase. “Do you know anything about her?”

Hajime shrugged, laying a piece of wood in place for Shuichi to hold nails to. 

“She was a dancer. Real small traditional dancer. ‘S why she didn’t build anything. Just distributed food and water. Sometimes people asked her to dance for them. She didn’t really like when people asked, though.”

“Oh. She sounds interesting.” Shuichi doesn’t know what to say.

“Mhm. This should be good enough.”

“Okay. Maybe I have something of hers. Are there more nails over there before we get too high?—I don’t think I’ll have enough. I can carry a whole bag if there’s a whole bag.”

“There is some—here. You might have some official stuff; I don’t know if she’s the journal type.”

“Thank you. I don’t really like to read people’s diaries anyway.”

They built all the way to the next floor of the tower, carrying more wood and nails and materials than before. Hajime hauled most of the weight.

Shuichi rejoined Hajime at the bottom of the next staircase, paper crinkling in his personal bag. “Can we stop at the top?”

“We’re not going to the top.”

“Ah—I meant when we get to the bridge.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, thanks. Sorry—I just get kind of tired.”

“I know. It’s okay. I get tired, too. Gotta carry everything.”

Shuichi huffs in place of another apology, fundamentally understanding the lack of complaint in his partner’s light-hearted tone.

They sat down before the threshold of the bridge going from Tower Three to Four. They ate some of what food they had and Shuichi pulled out a paper randomly from his bag, then opened the bag up to Hajime for him to do the same. So they each opened their little piece of paper and began reading through the things their compatriots left behind.