[A/N: I have a bunch of drafts sitting around that it’s taking a while to finish, and then I get this weird idea that I write up in a couple of days. I don’t understand my own writing process any longer.
This idea started with a couple of goofy tweets I made a few days ago (on the weekend I think?), and then it got stuck in my brain, and grew into a thing I just had to write down. It’s a little messy, but I still think it’s fun and cute, so at least there’s that.]
Udagawa Ako sat down with the two suspects: Uehara Himari, and Yamabuki Saaya.
“Uh, Ako-chan? Why did you ask me to come?” Himari asked, then glanced over at Saaya. “And why is Saaya here?”
Saaya shook her head. “I’m not sure either,” she said.
“I have been thinking about something,” Ako said solemnly. “And I’ve decided the only solution is to ask you. Which of you is marrying my sister?”
[A/N: I fell into a well of listening to Yuyuyu music on Youtube, and some of the footage and images used made me consider a Sonoko/Tougou/Yuuna/Karin four-way. I’m sure some of you have gained some insight into how my brain works at this point once the shipping gears kick in. Then came the sense of ‘I really need to write this now’.
The way I imagine it is as follows: Tougou and Yuuna are naturally closest. Sonoko is mostly romantically interested in Tougou, but curious about Yuuna, who is also curious about Sonoko. Perhaps the feelings between them are growing, or they are content to keep it at a playful level. Then Karin is only romantically interested in Yuuna, but accepting of the other two. While I would be tempted to write her as growing closer to the other two with time, I know that is not necessarily true to life.
I considered whether I was going to set this where all four were already involved, and just show how they interact, but then I reconsidered, and went for writing how Karin joined in instead.
Speaking of skipping ahead, I moved everyone up to high school level, because… well, it’s a setting I’m more comfortable with than middle school. I guess. Plus skipping ahead makes it easier to take some liberties. Maybe if I do a follow-up I’ll skip to college or even past that. I keep thinking I should write more adult life fics.
Added some footnotes at the end. If you think I should add more, let me know, and I’ll take it under advisement.]
[A/N: I’ve had an idea for another Chris story for a while, over six months I believe, but I never figured out a way to turn into a full fic. As more small ideas have started showing up, I decided to do what I’ve done in other fandoms: A short scene compilation. Yukine Chris deserves to be a happy floof, after all. Though I’m also quite fond of teasing her. Sorry, Chris. But know you’ll always be the goodest girl in my heart.
I feel like I had couple more seeds of ideas floating about, but I couldn’t find them once I sat down to write. And there was one that simply refused to grow. Maybe it’ll be ready for next time, whenever that is. I still haven’t heard word of when S5 is happening.
Now I know the wiki says that Chris is actually taller than Shirabe, but my headcanon is that her height was measured with her heels on. No way is she taller than 150. :3
The little exchange between Chris and Tsubasa is 100% a jokey reference to the OVAs. It’s amazing that those things are canon.
Working at S.O.N.G. had many benefits when they weren’t involved in dangerous situations. Decent pay (it wasn’t simply an allowance, honest), medical coverage, training facilities, travel expenses (mainly that they didn’t have to pay any expenses to be transported), and workplace snacks. Considering the circumstances of what they did, it was a pretty good deal. However, Yukine Chris had hit a snag.
[A/N: My first Bandori polyam. Okay, so, see, here’s the thing. Since it was pointed out to me, I have paid more attention, and seen some of what people say about Arisa and Saaya. And the anime had some clear hints of Kasumi and Saaya. But! KasuAri is like… the third most important couple in all of anime for me, so breaking them up in any context is simply out of the question. So I thought… maybe I can put them into a polyamorous relationship with Saaya instead, to have some room to explore those dynamics without betraying my soul.
From the start the intention was to check in on them after they’d been together for a little while, and had settled in a bit. I had not initially meant to make it so much of a retrospective reflection though. But that’s what I ended up writing, so there we go. I wanted to try out the different combinations, before having all three together at the end. I’d like to do more with this trio in the future at some point, now that I have done the establishing set-up for them.
The four parts I had roughly figured out from the start, but with my creative energy being quite low lately, it took me longer to write them down than it usually does. I think I’m okay with how they turned out, though.
Arisa and Saaya having gotten closer, but maybe not quite reached lovey-dovey status yet was an obvious candidate for part one. Seeing someone say that a polyam relationship is still valid even if not everyone in it is equally close to everyone else was part of my inspiration behind this.
As for whether Kasumi is truly 1-A’s class rep, I am not entirely certain. I seem to remember her being chosen from the anime, but looking back I think that was for something else. Maybe. Still! It’s an interesting enough idea that I went for it anyway. I feel like the anime portrayed Kasumi as a better student than the game hints at her being. Waking up early, friendly with everyone, eager to help out. Also not entirely sure if it’s class representative, or class president. Maybe it can be translated either way.
For part two I just wanted some KasuSaaya goofing around. Kasumi smelling Saaya has amused me since the start, so I wanted to incorporate that.
In part three… I feel like I’ve written a fair amount of stories with Arisa leaning on Kasumi for support, so I wanted to do something that was more of the opposite for this one. Though to be honest, the reason I don’t specify what happened to Kasumi is because I couldn’t think of anything that wasn’t either too serious, or too trivial to trigger such a response from her. So I decided to just leave it vague and open. I knew the scenario I wanted, but couldn’t think of a good reasoning for getting there, so I just did it anyway.
And finally in part four I wanted more fluffy goofing again.]
[A/N: After writing the previous Fate/ fic, I got an idea for a follow-up. Inspired in part by a comment I received on the last one. Though it got a bit more serious as I was trying to explore my idea of what Saber Alter is like. Originally got perhaps a bit too dark compared to what I intended, so I made some moves to lighten it up a bit. Deleted some of the angstier lines, and such. Got perhaps a little too goofy towards the end, but I think that’s probably fine.]
Saber Alter, Artoria Pendragon, was pondering her new life in this strange realm. It had been a few weeks since she was erroneously summoned to SE.RA.PH., and she still hadn’t figured out what she wanted to do next.
Since there was no Grail War, there was no point in her being here, but she couldn’t come to a decision about what she wanted to do. If she wanted to leave, then where would she go? If she wanted to fight, then who would be her opponent? If she wanted a cause, where would she find one? In a world so unlike anything she had encountered since she became a Heroic Spirit, she felt rather lost.
“Here you go, miss!”
[A/N: Inspired by Kelira’s Nero/Saber Alter fic, I wanted to do a sort of reverse version, where Saber Alter shows up on SE.RA.PH., in a bit of a sillier, goofier style. And though there’s no NSFW stuff in this fic, anything I write featuring Nero will get the “let Nero fuck” tag, just in case Type-Moon are watching. You know what you have to do for Extella Link, you cowards.]
With all the battles over (for now), the main focus in SE.RA.PH.’s new Roman Empire was making sure there was enough housing and facilities for all the new citizens. There seemed to be more people showing up every day, and Kishinami Hakuno was overseeing construction today. While the labourers handled the actual work, it was sometimes necessary (or helpful) to access the Royal Authority to proceed.
She had dressed up for the role, adorning a suit she felt was properly overseer-ish. A dark grey affair, with a white shirt and red tie. And a hardhat. The hardhat was important. It was orange. Some part of her had always wanted one of those, so when she had a legitimate excuse to wear one, she had gone for it. Well, arguably legitimate, as she didn’t actually wander into the construction zone, but it was the principle of the matter.
[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: Another fictional character’s birthday, another short story! Since I learned Honoka’s is just two days after Chika’s, I decided to combine them. ]
“Happy birthday, Chika!”
Chika looked at the cake on the table in front of her. It even had candles, and her name in frosting. She looked over at the two sitting on the other side of the table. Riko was beaming, and You was grinning widely. When did they…
“When did you… how long have you planned this?” Chika asked. They were at a restaurant in Tokyo, not back home. So how had they gotten a cake?
[Sequel to After a Hard Day’s Work]
It was a nice sunny day, and Ruby was hanging the laundry on the balcony. Hanging socks wasn’t fast work, but she was well armed with clothes-pegs and time. She was humming Mijuku Dreamer, and was completely unsuspecting of the Hazel Hazard slowly approaching her.
With a triumphant “Zura!” it pounced, grabbing Ruby by the sides while her arms were stretched upwards. The ensuing shriek was loud enough that people on the street below stopped and look up. At least one person wondered if someone was getting murdered, and if they should call the police.
Dia had confessed her feelings for Kanan and Mari before they went to Tokyo their first year. They had told her they’d give her their answer after they came back. After Aquors had shone on stage. But they didn’t shine. And Dia never got her answer.
Dia had agreed with Kanan’s reasoning, she just hadn’t predicted things would deteriorate as far as they did. Her confession got forgotten in the ensuing misery. At least by Kanan and Mari. Dia couldn’t make herself bring it up again, so she never got her answer.
She’s still not sure whether telling Ruby to give up on idols, and never talk about them again, hurt her sister or herself the most.