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The Sins of the Mother

[A/N: I know this is a regular story by now, but I saw a piece of fanart on Twitter this morning that looked like Yoshiko/Yohane, but had more the physique and posture of Hanamaru. So I thought: Hey, that looks like it could be their daughter. And it quickly snowballed from there.¬†Plus it’s fiction, so there’s no reason girls can’t have babies with other girls.

So! AU where Yoshiko decided to give up Yohane when she grew up, mainly because I thought that would make this story funnier. I can totally see her embracing being Yohane too, but I felt I had to pick one of the two. Asuka refers to Yoshiko as ‘mother’, and Hanamaru as ‘mum’, just in case I didn’t make that clear enough in the story.]

Yoshiko was relaxing on the couch with her pad, and her favourite show. No work today, and no working from home, so the plan was to just replenish her energy. Ugh, why had she put the tea so far away.

She hit pause, slid the pad onto the table, and started to reach for the cup when someone burst into the room.

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Not Fair

[A/N: Seems I am very lewd lately. I learned that apparently it was KanaDia day yesterday, which I didn’t even know was a thing. So while I was eating breakfast, this idea for the pairing sprung up. I think I managed to keep it not explicit, but it sure as hell isn’t subtle. Warnings for NSFW, though I’d say it’s more 16+ than 18+, if you get what I mean.]

“K-Kanan… Kanan!”

“Mm? What is it, Dia?”


“Please what?”


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Breaking The Rules

[A/N: I keep having these short, silly ideas, and this one occurred to me last night. I think Hanamaru and Yoshiko/Yohane go well together. Maybe I’m little too inspired by the Demon Summoner fics in how I portrayed Hanamaru here, but I certainly think it’s more fun that way.]

Yohane carefully slid the door to the library open, then double-checked behind her. The coast looked to be clear. And she knew Ruby was occupied elsewhere. This was her chance.

She had come up with a foolproof plan to figure out whether Hanamaru liked her back, without having to do the whole awkward confession thing. Sometimes her genius amazed even herself.

Hanamaru wasn’t sitting behind the counter, which made Yohane’s heart sink a little. Though before she got so far as to wonder whether Hanamaru wasn’t in, she spotted a head of brown hair by the bookshelves all the way in the back. So she was either putting something back, or looking for a book.

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The Glasses Incident

[A/N: Had this silly idea after seeing a piece of Love Live Sunshine fanart with You in glasses yesterday. It’s a very powerful image.]

Takami Chika hopped into the classroom, feeling victorious. She had nearly missed the bus, but she had made it to school in good time. Surely the sign of a better time being ahead of her! Speaking of a better time, among the handful of others already here was the lovely Watanabe You, who looked a little extra lovely today.

“Good morning, You-chan!” Chika called out as she made her way over.

You looked up. “Oh, morning, Chika-chan!” She grinned with utter brilliance, and for once she was wearing her glasses. Actually, it looked like she had gotten a new frame for them, all red and stylish.

“Special day?” Chika asked as she took her seat.

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How We Got Together

[A/N: Realised I hadn’t really written anything to post for a while, so I tried to think of some ideas. This was the first one that came to me, and it seemed so fun I couldn’t resist. We’re back to Love Live Sunshine, as that’s where my mind goes when I need a simple and fun idea. And I haven’t done any Mari/You yet, so…]

School was over for the day, but I had work to do in my office before I could go home. I take my role very seriously.

Suddenly there was a flash of lightning, silhouetting a figure standing in the doorway. My poor maiden’s heart got startled, but when I saw it was our own Watanabe You who stepped into the room, my fears eased.

“Hello, Mari-chan~,” she said, and I could tell something was up because of the way she said it. Almost like she was purring.

“Hello, You-chan!” I responded cheerfully. “Did you need something?”

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Silly Love

[A/N: In honour of Matsuura Kanan’s birthday, I have written a little story for her. Not the typical birthday fare I’ve done, since it’s not really tied to the celebration. The title is an homage to the Silly Lilies series. This isn’t the same “universe”, but I was never able to put a proper cap on that series, so why not revisit the KanaRuby ship here, I thought. Ruby tries her best.]

“Here, Kanan-chan!” Ruby bowed her head, and thrust forward a small bag tied shut with a cute, red ribbon.

Kanan accepted the bag. It was very light, and she could feel something shuffling about inside when she moved it. “What’s this?” she asked, though the way it felt gave her some ideas already.

“It’s… they’re chocolates…” Ruby said, seemingly very interested in looking at her shoes.

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Very Pretty Girl

[A/N: Back to Love Live Sunshine, I had a silly little idea based on how I keep saying “Watanabe You is a very pretty girl”. She really is, but I imagine she wouldn’t think so herself. So why not have your two girlfriends try to convince you? And I know Riko is usually very secretive about her GL lit, but I like relationships where people are comfortable being open about such things. I like to think these three have reached that stage.]

Watanabe You felt very content with the current state of her life. It was cold outside, so she, Chika, and Riko had gathered at You’s place. They were ostensibly there to study, but as soon as they had gotten under the soothing warmth of the kotatsu those plans had fallen apart.

You was half-asleep gazing the same page in the book she had been from the start, Riko had brought out her own literature, and Chika… glancing across the table, You noticed that Chika was just looking at her. Maybe one could even call it staring.

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Understanding Love

[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.

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Long Awaited Reunion

[A/N: The end of the year is always a busy time, with the holidays happening, best of the year lists to be written, and preparing to get started with January. But by checking well in advance, I learned that Kurosawa Dia’s birthday is on 1. January, and I’ve been preparing for that. Been trying to come up with a good idea all month, and I think I’ve gotten there. Went on longer than I expected, though. Unfortunately there were two other birthdays I missed. Fate’s Nero Claudius on the 15., and Symphogear’s Yukine Chris on the 28.. I really hate that I wasn’t able to do anything for the latter especially, but I simply didn’t have the time or energy. At least I have this one.]

It was New Year’s Eve, and Dia was feeling nervous. And excited. Though she was doing her best at remaining calm, and her best was very good indeed.

It would be five years since they graduated this coming Spring, and since she, Kanan, and Mari parted ways. Today they were all getting together again. It wasn’t like she had never seen them again since. Mari had come back for a short time after she graduated college, and her and Dia had shared a brief moment before Mari had to leave again. And she had seen Kanan just this past Summer. She assumed the two of them had met at some point as well. But this was the first time since they graduated from Uranohoshi that all three of them would be together again.

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Fallen Santa

[A/N: I had a different story in mind a week ago, longer and more ambitious, but my bipolar disorder decided to fuck up my brain, so writing has been tough. This isn’t exactly my greatest work, but I just felt such a desperate need to write something, to finish something, that this will do. So this is my fifth and (probably) final Christmas story. I don’t think I’ll have time to do any others between now and New Year’s. This is supposed to be the same YouHane pairing that I did for Yohane’s birthday roughly six months ago.]

Watanabe You was waiting outside of the door to Yohane’s room. In spite of their relationship status, the fallen angel had insisted on changing outfits on her own. Something about it being too distracting to have You in the room, so she had agreed to wait outside. Maybe seeing her all dressed up would be like a nice surprise.

“Okay, you can come in now,” Yohane’s voice said from inside.

You allowed herself a small grin, opened the door, and headed inside. There Yohane stood in a Santa outfit: Red sleeveless dress with a white trim along the hem, a red cap with a fluffy tip, red gloves, and thin, dark stockings. You had made it herself, though it wasn’t quite finished yet. She still wanted to embellish it some more, and she had some boots she was working on. But first she had wanted Yohane to try it on, and see if it fit right.

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