[A/N: So we return to more Love Live Sunshine this time. This idea I actually had a burning desire to get started with, someone recently realising their polyamorous feelings, and trying to figure out how to deal with that, but I struggled with it as it went along. I’m not entirely happy with it, but I spent several days going between working on this, procrastinating, and doing nothing else useful, so I at least want to show something for it. I think it’s decent overall, and there’s certainly bits in here I love, but it doesn’t feel like my strongest effort. I was almost tempted to scrap it, but at this point I’d hate discarding this amount of work more than I’d hate posting something I think could be better. Maybe it’s the best I can hope for in the middle of winter. I don’t have the same energy levels and patience as I do the rest of the year.]
Watanabe You was nervous. She was currently in the room with the two most important people in her life, and for some reason her heart seemed to be even harder to calm down than usual today. Something had awakened inside her recently, and it was getting increasingly tough to deal with.
She loved Chika. Her dear childhood friend, who had always been there for her, with whom she had shared so much. The wonderful girl who shone like the sun every time she smiled. Who could sometimes feel so lonely and frustrated because she didn’t want to bother other people with her problems. Because she was head-strong, determined, and kept having to be reminded that it was okay to ask for help. You had always admired Chika.
And she had always loved Chika. But had she always loved loved Chika? She didn’t have a good answer for that.
[A/N: For our fourth Christmas themed story, we’re going back to Symphogear for more Chris, Hibiki, and Miku. I’m such a sucker for those three, and I’m not sorry. The inspiration for this one is two-fold. First there was a piece of fanart I saw on Twitter a while back, and secondly I learned that Takagaki Ayahi, the VA for Yukine Chris, has done a cover of All I Want For Christmas. It’s amazing.]
Yukine Chris couldn’t sleep. This was nothing new, but this time it wasn’t for any of the typical reasons. No nightmares, no haunting trauma, no crippling anxiety. Well, maybe you could call it anxiety in a way. What was occupying Chris’s mind so much was a kiss.
[A/N: Having finally finished AXZ, and discovered the OVAs, I’ve wanted to write more Symphogear fluff, so here it is. Added note: that didn’t turn out quite as fluffy as originally intended.]
“… then the head detached from the body, and floated off in search of its next victim!” Shirabe said in a remarkably good spooky voice.
A chorus of ‘oooo’s and ‘eeee’s erupted from the people in the room, impressed by Shirabe’s skill at scary stories. Though perhaps one person’s reaction stood out a little more than the rest.
“Senpai? Are you okay?” Shirabe asked.
“O-of course,” Chris replied. “It’ll take more than that to scare me!” Despite her bold claim, there seemed to be tears in the corners of her eyes.
“Then why are clinging to Hibiki like that?” Shirabe inquired next. Chris was hanging on tight to Hibiki’s right arm.
[A/N: Another middle of the night idea. I don’t usually write these types of stories, but I suppose I wanted to see if I could.]
She’s beautiful. The most beautiful person in the world. That’s what I think every time I see her.
Graceful, talented, cheerful… wonderful. I have never met anyone like her. Compared to her I am so painfully average. If only she would… I should say something. Hah, I keep thinking that, yet I never do. But perhaps today…
She turns her head, and our eyes meet. My heart can’t decide if it wants to leap out of my chest, or just stop dead. She smiles, a genuine one reflected in those deep blue eyes. One might think blue eyes would be cold, but hers are soft and enveloping, like a warm ocean I want to sink into. I smile back, even though I’m aware it probably looks goofy. Then I realise I’ve been staring. Again.
[A/N: Had an idea while half-asleep one morning, and I haven’t really written much featuring these two. So I figured I’d give it a shot.]
Kanan found Riko on the roof of the school. It was a bright, sunny day, but the redhead was just staring emptily at her lunch box. She had barely taken a bite. Gusts of wind were rustling her hair, but she wasn’t taking any notice of it. Even when it flew across her face.
“May I sit down?” Kanan asked after she had walked over. Riko slowly looked up at her with dull eyes, then back down before nodding slightly. The older girl took a seat on the bench. She had expected to see red in those eyes, but perhaps Riko was past the crying stage.
Kanan hadn’t taken long to think it over before making her decision. She knew Riko’s heart was broken. In fact she and Mari might have been the only ones who had noticed. The rest of the group were so dense, buying into Riko’s act when she was with the rest of them. Chika especially needed to get a clue. But perhaps it worked in Kanan’s favour that she hadn’t.
[Sequel to Pain of Heart]
They had of course noticed. Something was up with Kasumi and Arisa this week. There was this awkward tension between them. Something had happened. The rest of the band: Rimi, Saaya, and Tae had all noticed.
Kasumi seemed nervous, and distracted. She kept glancing towards Arisa with a look Rimi would describe as desperate and helpless. Arisa seemed subdued, and distant. Her regular fire was gone. She didn’t even protest the same way as usual, if she protested at all. They both seemed to have trouble meeting each other’s eyes. They both looked miserable.
Practice was still going, but it was obvious something was missing. Arisa sometimes just spaced out, and seemed to be playing on auto. Not always noticing when the others stopped. Kasumi kept apologising whenever she messed up something. She was still her regular cheerful self at school, or at least pretended to be.
[Follow-up to Courage of Heart]
[A/N: I hadn’t originally intended for this to turn out this dark. I’m somewhat questioning why I did it. I’m sorry, Arisa, Kasumi. I’ll try to make it up to you at some later date.]
At times Arisa wondered if she had really done the right thing confessing to Kasumi. She had discovered Kasumi felt the same, and they had started going out. That part was good. But it had also brought several new feelings she was struggling to deal with.
Now every time Kasumi hugged her it seemed too short, and every time she saw Kasumi hug anyone else this ugly feeling arose inside her. Was that jealousy? She didn’t like it. Neither the feeling, nor seeing Kasumi getting close to anyone else.
[A/N: Based on my gamesave of Fire Emblem Awakening, so the avatar “Robin” is named after myself. And I went with the Chrobin route on my playthrough. I just wanted to write about myself and my perfect, precious anime daughter ;_;.]
The sun was setting, and a certain blue-haired princess was sitting in one of her old hide-aways at the castle watching it. She had to leave soon. She had prepared herself for that from the start. There was no way to go back home. Where she came from might not even exist any longer. The future had been changed. Saved. Grima was gone, though the cost had been great.
So now it was time to follow through on the rest of the plan, and move to somewhere in the world where she was out of the way, and could live her life in obscurity and peace. Perhaps find someone to settle down with. She should probably leave the Falchion. The exalt line would be better off with two than one. One for little Lucina, and one for little Morgan. This Lucina wasn’t needed any longer, and would just make everything more complicated by staying.
[A/N: Disclaimer: The opening is You’s thoughts of herself, and it does not represent my thoughts of her.]
Watanabe You had things to think about. Mainly one thing. What was her role in Aqours? She wasn’t the greatest singer, or the greatest dancer. She didn’t have the best sense of rhythm. She wasn’t the cutest, or the prettiest. She had a passion for uniforms and costumes, and she made the ones for the group. Was that all she had?
The others could probably do that without her if they had to. Ruby had a talent for design. Yoshiko and Dia were good with their hands.
A gust of wind rustled her hair, and she gazed up at the sky. It was a nice day. Summer might be approaching its end, but it was still warm enough. She was hoping the fresh air would help clear her mind as well.
[NSFW: Explicit sexual content.]
[Sequel to First Time Experiences, this time from Charlotte’s POV]
[A/N: This started as just something I was writing for myself. Yes, I sometimes write lewd stuff just for my own enjoyment. It’s usually fairly simple kinky stuff that I don’t think is good enough to actually share. But once I was done with this one, I felt like it was almost good enough to post. So I worked on cleaning it up a bit, adding some stuff to tie things together better, and trying to make sure it mostly made sense. It probably still reads a bit weirdly, but here you have it anyway. Enjoy.]
I’ve not been able to stop thinking about how Jenny and I had sex that night. Does that make me a pervert?
I thought it was a very erotic experience. Yes, it was also awkward and strange, especially for her I imagine, but somehow everything she did still felt good. It had been a long time since someone else touched me, but that wasn’t the only reason.