Once again, another submission for Little Gui Takeover cause this event is VERY fun!!!!!!!!!! I already did a June prompt, but...like...well...the Madoka Magica au has been stuck in the back of my mind for a while and I lowkey regret not writing any Guishang stuff for pride month, soooo for the last day of pride month, have some magical girl Guishang~!
Once again, special thanks to @angeliteeyes for making this event!
...I guess you guys might know what I'll write for the July prompt-
Guinaifen x Li Sushang
Synopsis: Won't you become a magical girl?
"I want you to form a contract with me."
Straightforward as always...well...that's Kyubey, the ally to all magical girls.
Li Sushang was used to this manner. After all, she had been a "veteran" magical girl for a whole year.
As for Guinaifen...this is her first time seeing it face to face.
"A...magical girl...?" Guinaifen stammered, her eyes focused on the cat-like creature that continued to be a statue on her desk.
"Correct. You have a lot of potential, Guinaifen. Isn't that right, Sushang?"
"H-huh?" Li Sushang blinked, taking her eyes off of her closest friend. "U-uh..well...yeah...!"
"Shangshang...?"
"If you make a contract with me," the creature continued. "Then I can grant any wish you would like. All you have to do is fight these beings called Witches."
"They're monsters that try to hurt people," Sushang merely explained. "And I've...I've been fighting them for a whole year."
Guinaifen gently grasped Sushang's hand. "So...this is what you've been doing behind my back?"
"I'm sorry..." Sushang sniffled. "I wanted to keep it a secret...it's really dangerous and scary, so I didn't want to drag you into it..."
Guinaifen merely nodded, gently pulling her friend into a hug. "No, I understand. Don't worry, I'm not mad."
"Are you sure...?"
"No, I'm not. Besides, you're finally doing what you want to do, right Shangshang? Being a hero!"
Li Sushang couldn't help but chuckle at her words. "I mean...well...yeah, that's true!"
"You're doing great, Shangshang. I'm really proud of you."
The two girls continued to hug within Guinaifen's well-lit organized room, sharing their moment as Kyubey continued to stare. "I don't mean to interrupt," he spoke, finally moving a paw towards Guinaifen's keyboard. "But it would be really helpful if you became a magical girl. You can fight alongside your friend."
"Nah!"
"No?"
"...huh?!"
"I won't become a magical girl!" Guinaifen giggled, glancing towards Kyubey. "Honestly, I don't really have a wish I want granted right now. I'm fine where I am! Yeah, I know it'd help a lot of people, but fighting really isn't my style...real life isn't the same as games, and you only have one life!" Guinaifen sighed as she gazed towards Sushang. "Sorry Shangshang, but I'm not gonna become a magical girl."
"...yeah...that's fine!" Li Sushang released a large sigh, giving her friend her biggest smile. "It's fine, don't worry! It's really dangerous, plus I'm really strong!" Li Sushang flexed her biceps. "I've been doing this for a year!"
"Isn't that the second time you've bragged about it today?"
"What?! I'm really proud of it!"
The two girls shared a laughter as Kyubey hopped off of her desk. "Well then, let me know if you change your mind."
As Kyubey left, Li Sushang couldn't help but feel...grateful.
She sacrificed so much so Guinaifen could get here.
She won't let her get hurt. No matter what it takes.
A.k.a. a writing event dedicated to Guinaifen and only Guinaifen due to the tragedy that occurred in my HSR love letter event. Anyone and everyone is free to join!!! Just be sure to include the tag #little gui takeover; that way, I can see and reblog your post accordingly 🧡
Each month until the end of 2026 will have a corresponding theme, which are listed below.
April - Tomfoolery
In honor of April Fools, this month's theme is general silly fun, whatever that means to you. Pranks, shenanigans, and general mischief are all on the table here (ФωФ)
May - Celebrity
As Little Gui's a top streamer, this month's dedicated to focusing on her chronically online side. Perhaps you can do a social media AU? Or maybe an idol AU? The choice is yours!
June - Crossover
Speaking of AUS, throw Guinaifen into whatever other fictional world suits your fancy! Of course, you can totally do it the other way around as well.
July - Modern AU
Now that we're done throwing her into fictional words, let's toss her into reality! Make her a student, teacher, or anything else that comes to mind.
August - Sun/Water
There's always a beach episode, isn't there... From a fun summer hangout to a mermaid AU, as long as it involves the sun and/or water in some way, you're good to go!
September - Soulmates
Love is in the air! And in our fics, too. This month's theme is love that's written in the stars 💫
October - Spooky Time!
Tis the season for spooks galore. Whether it's about Halloween, ghost hunting, or any other sort of terror-inflicting idea, have fun sending shivers down people's spines!
November - Doomed Love
Some things just aren't meant to be. Still, even a love destined for failure is worth experiencing, right?
December - Fluff
Well, that was a bit dark. Let's end this year and lighten the mood with something sweet instead! Anything works so long as it brings a smile to your face :)
If this sounds like something you're interested in, feel free to read below for more info!
YAY thank you for showing interest in this event!!! Here are some basic rules/clarifications.
- EVERYTHING GOES!!! No matter what kind of fics you write, no matter how much or how little writing experience you have, or how short/long your piece will be, you are welcome here. Hell, it doesn't even have to be a full fic; even a sentence or two of your thoughts/headcanons is plenty.
- There are NO hard deadlines! Feel free to submit a fic for the March prompt in December, or even years later. Guinaifen is eternal.
- Once again going to state: if you're participating, please use the tag #little gui takeover (typed the same as in this post's hashtags)! I'll be sure to reblog/give my appreciations and thoughts to every single post with it <3
If you have any questions, feel free to ask away! And if you do decide to participate, THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH!!! I will be eternally grateful for anything y'all send in and remember it forever and ever 🧡🧡🧡
My entry for Little Gui Takeover's May prompt — Celebrity! Don't look at the date shhh shhh shhh
Poly??? Except only you and Gui are actually in a relationship and this gremlin's just trying reallyyyy hard to claw her way in. Let's see if she succeeds!
Guinaifen x Reader x ...Sparxie?! - Collab
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"You look like a shrimp."
Her spine snaps straight up as your fingers wrap around her shoulders. It's not the first time you've caught her slumping over her desk in this manner; in fact, if you had to guess, you'd say this is the... third time today correcting her posture? Fourth? Too many, that's for sure. You sigh.
"What's been up with you lately?" Slowly, your eyes scan over the various numbers coating her laptop screen. The same goes for the similarly populous graphs. "Is this your streaming data?"
"Hey, don't look! It's embarrassing..."
She lets out a sigh as both of your gazes lock onto the right side of a particular graph—her viewership. It doesn't take a genius to see why its line, dropping ever lower with each passing week, troubles her so deeply.
"I just don't get it! I'm following all the trends, and I even came up with one of my own that went crazy viral. But my views are still dropping each stream... I'm not falling off, am I?!"
"No, you're not falling off, Gui. I'm sure there's some other explanation. Oh! I bet it has something to do with that other chick that blew up recently. What was her name again? Sporky?"
"Sparxie!" Guinaifen jumps up, nearly knocking you over. "That's totally it! Ever since those Phantasmoon Games started, she's been popping off like crazy and stealing all my hard-earned fans. I don't get it. Her content isn't even that good! I mean, it's not awful—oh, what am I doing, praising my arch nemesis like that?!"
As Guinaifen is busy working herself up into a rage and stomping around the room, you lower yourself down into her chair and give the mouse a few clicks. Honestly, you're much too loyal a fan/partner to pay any mind to other streamers, so you've yet to watch any of Sparxie's streams. It appears she's live right now, though. May as well see what all the hype is about. Your index finger pushes down.
"What's up guys? It's your one and only number one favorite streamer in the whole wide world, Sparxicle!"
"Oh gosh, now I'm hallucinating her too?!"
"No, Gui. It's just a stream." With a sigh, you tug at a panicked Gui's wrist and bring her closer. Sparxie, in the meantime, wobbles around like an oversized bobblehead. She even blows a kiss at the screen. You squint. "Is she trying to act cute?"
"Don't fall for her tricks! It's all an evil hoax to make her fans super parasocial about her."
"I won't, don't worry. After all..." Another tug, only harder. Her face zooms right in front of yours. "I've already got the cutest streamer right here."
Her eyes widen before rapidly blinking open and shut in embarrassment, her lips equally uncommitted to any particular position as she struggles between smiling and letting out a soft, adorable giggle. You inch closer until your lips connect, and all of a sudden, she knows exactly what to do with them. Maybe too much so. In the heat of entwining yourselves together, you hear a faint series of clicks and clacks. And then a gasp.
"Oh my, that username... I had no idea Little Gui was a fan of Sparxicle too!"
The two of you draw away from each other to stare wide-eyed at the computer screen. Shit. Did you really accidentally type something in her chat? And by the sound of things, Sparxie is more than happy to publicly dwell on your mistake. She beams at her camera.
"You know, I've been thinking. All this time of being a streamer, and yet I've never done a collab with another creator. We should change that! What do you say, Little Gui?"
"...WHAT?!"
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So, yeah. Here you two are in Planarcadia, lost in the middle of Aeons knows where and trying desperately to make yourselves not so. Funny. Despite your current predicament, you distinctly recall a certain planet hopper proudly proclaiming that she's "got you, fam" and to simply relax as she leads the way.
"Hey, Gui?"
"Don't tell me... We've already been here?"
"About three times now, yeah."
"Darn it!" She groans and throws herself onto the floor. You kneel down and gently rub her back. Her face turns up towards you, puppy-eyed and tearful. "I'm sorry. I really am good with directions, I swear! It's just—I'm freaking the hell out, okay?! We're going to see the real life Sparxie. Sparxie!"
"I thought you didn't like her."
"I don't, but you gotta understand. This. Is. Huge. Do you have any idea how many people are going to be watching this stream?" Her hands clench onto your shoulders and shake you around. "Messing this up is basically career suicide!"
"Well, yeah, but you're not going to mess up, okay? You'll be just fine." You press a kiss into her forehead. "Relax."
Her facial muscles warp between tension and release as she processes your comfort before completely giving into it. A moment passes in silence, save for the ambience of the city. Finally, she exhales and jumps upright once more. She throws you a wink and a thumbs-up.
"Alright, enough loafing around. Let your handy-dandy travel guide lead the way!"
"Even though this 'handy-dandy travel guide' is half an hour late?"
Guinaifen squeals and runs behind you—muscle memory from your many ghost hunting adventures—before letting out a gasp of dread-filled recognition. Sure enough, the lady standing before you is none other than Sparxie herself. She beams a bright smile at the two of you. The sharp, repetitious thudding of her shoes against the ground, though, tells another story.
"Aw, don't look so frightened. I'm just teasing. It really is lovely to see you, Little Gui—and you too, uh..." She eyes you up and down. "Who might you be?"
"Oh." You flush, realizing Guinaifen must have forgotten to mention you. That scatterbrain. "I'm her partner. It's a pleasure to meet you, Sparxie."
"Her partner, huh?" She hums. You swear you see her eyes shine with a dark glint; at least, you do for a second before her cheery persona retakes the stage. "The pleasure's all mine. Now, shall we head off? Not to rush, but we don't exactly have much time, since... you know."
"Shoot, you're right! I'm really sorry for causing so much trouble." Gui clasps her hands together. Sparxie merely nods in response before turning her back and walking forward. Not for long, though. After a brief moment of stillness, her head spins back towards you two.
"Oh, and by the way... Little Gui, you should really consider getting into acting. It takes skill to act so friendly with someone you dislike so much. Trust me. I would know."
Today's going to be a long day.
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"And three... two..."
Hushed chattering fills the room despite them all receiving very clear instructions to pipe down mere moments prior. You suppose it's only fair; if you were graced with the presence of a local legend such as Sparxie—at your own school, no less—you'd have a pretty hard time keeping things together too. Thankfully, the woman in question seems to pay the rowdy crowd no mind. Guinaifen, on the other hand... You're just thankful she's still standing, given how hard her legs are shaking.
"One. Hello my lovely, loyal fans! Welcome to the stream. Today we have a very special guest from the Xianzhou who's traveled all this way just to entertain you. Isn't that right, Little Gui?"
"Th-th-that's right!" She sputters out. "Here to, uh... entertain you all. Yup."
All of a sudden, Sparxie reaches up and grasps Guinaifen's chin, raising it higher and provoking a flood of squeals from the people surrounding you, as well as some interesting commentary that they'd "kill to be touched by Sparxie like that" or how they "would never wash their face again" if they were in Gui's place. A person not too far from you collapses to the ground. Their nose is bleeding.
"Don't tell me you're getting camera shy?" Sparxie pouts and bats her eyes at her fellow entertainer. "You poor thing. You must not be used to having this many eyes on you all at once."
Guinaifen smiles and laughs in response, but even from here, you can see her eyebrow twitching in barely contained disdain. The rest of the audience pays no mind to your partner's frustration, though. Is that a good thing? Either way, after a few more moments of bickering disguised as niceties, the show continues on. Sparxie grabs the other's arm and leads her towards a thin rope dangling in mid-air.
"Now then, onto our first act of the day! Prepare to be amazed as our darling Guinaifen braves the trials of the tightrope."
"What?! But you told me earlier—"
"Hm? You say something?"
"You told me we were going to—" Gui sighs. "Never mind... Tightrope it is. No biggie. It's just walking. I can totally do that, no problemo."
"That's the spirit! Now hurry on up and give us a show, why don't you?"
The crowd cheers louder as a visibly shaking Guinaifen makes her way up towards the attraction. Sparxie wastes no time in joining in on the cheering herself, although the look on her face makes it hard to believe that her eagerness is anywhere near as purehearted as the others'. After a moment, she clears her throat.
"While she's getting started, I think it's only right to express my appreciation for all of you. Really, the fact that you're all here, watching and cheering me—I mean, us—on..." She lets out the fakest sob you've ever heard in your life and smiles softly. "It brings a tear to my eye. As such, it's only right that you get some appreciation back. Wouldn't you agree?"
That seems to be all it takes for the entirety of the audience to forget about Guinaifen's performance—save for yourself, of course. No wonder she was so terrified of you getting sucked in by this chick's cutesy facade. Everyone else is falling for it hook, line, and sinker. As Gui takes her first step forward, Sparxie continues stealing the spotlight.
"I'm glad we're all on the same page. As a token of my love for you all, one lucky person in the audience is going to get a very, very special reward. And that person is..."
A foreboding feeling of dread seeps into your stomach. Somehow, well before looking forward and seeing the target of Sparxie's pointed finger, you already know exactly who it's pointed at.
"You!"
The people surrounding you let out exaggerated gasps and turn to stare at you. Some appear excited on your behalf. Some gazes fit squarely into the "if looks could kill" category. None of them come even close to the terror induced by Sparxie's, though, her red eyes suddenly feeling far too reminiscent of an animal on the hunt for your liking.
"Don't be shy. Come on up. This is your reward for being such a devoted fan of yours truly."
Hands shove you forward, forcing you to stop delaying the inevitable. You walk into the beast's domain. She smiles, gripping you tightly within her claws.
"Good. Now, you're all probably dying to know what this special reward is, hm? Don't worry. I'll tell you. This lucky fan is going to receive... a kiss on the cheek!"
A flash of orange wobbles violently side to side in the corner of your vision. You watch in horror as your lover's ankles nearly cross over one another, one misstep away from tumbling onto the ground and destroying any sense of pride she possibly could have left in her. She watches back. The two of you exchange silent screams with each other until, finally, your worried expression convinces her to return her attention back to the tightrope. Her balance stabilizes. For now.
"Are you guys jealous?" Sparxie winks. "Don't be. From now on, every stream of mine with a live audience will have one lucky winner at the end! So be sure to keep showing up and giving me your love and support, okay?"
Her words help alleviate the bloodlust being sent your way, but not for long. As soon as her body starts turning towards you and her face begins to lean closer and closer to your skin, all eyes are back on you. Your heart races.
"Here you go. Your special reward..."
"Look out!"
A voice calls out from above just before her lips can press into you. Sparxie looks up at it, first with annoyance. And then with horror.
The crowd harmonizes to create one deafening gasp. No matter which of the streamers they've sworn their undying loyalty to, every single person in the area's eyes are now equally drawn to both of them, tangled together and unmoving.
"Are they..."
"No way..."
"They're..."
"Kissing?!"
The two girls remain in shock for a few more moments, processing their bodies' positioning with respect to one another. Sure enough, Gui somehow managed to not only fall all the way down from her tightrope, but also aimed her body perfectly to fall right on top of Sparxie, and with the way the latter turned to see what all the commotion was about... Their brain cells kick into full gear and they rush to push each other away, but it does little to change the fact that they did, indeed, kiss. They also did, indeed, kiss both in a very public space and on a very screenshottable livestream.
"Oh my gosh, I totally ship it!"
"Just get married already!"
"Do they have a ship name? We need to come up with one, stat!"
While the two entertainers continue questioning every decision they've made that led up to this point, the fans go wild with excitement, showing off their phone screens to the unlucky few who failed to capture a photo of the fateful moment themselves.
"Um... Gui?" You lean down and poke your partner's cheek. "You okay?"
"Of course I'm not okay! I can't believe I just did that. All that time I was up there, I kept thinking 'don't fall, don't fall' and what did I do? Fall! Stupid stupid stupid..."
Gui's so distracted with berating herself that she misses seeing Sparxie move in on her at first. When she does notice, her eyes widen. "I'm so, so sorry! Please forgive me!"
"Hm." Sparxie's tongue clicks. "You don't sound all that sorry to me."
"I am, really!"
"Is that so? Then are you willing to prove it?"
"Yes! I'll do anything to make this up to you, I swear."
Sparxie pauses and ponders over Guinaifen's words, or at least pretends to. Maybe it's just your imagination, but something tells you she's merely dragging out poor Gui's psychological torture—a tactic that's clearly working all too well, given how your girlfriend's on the brink of bursting into tears. Thankfully, her cruelty eventually reaches its limit.
"Well, as you know, it's a streamer's responsibility to give the fans what they ask for, and due to your... little stunt back there, their hearts are now dead set on seeing more content of the two of us together. I know we planned on this being a one time thing, but you wouldn't want to disappoint the fans, would you?" Her hands reach outward and curl around the sides of Guinaifen's face.
I am once again participating in another round of Little Gui Takeover~! I'll be writing for the June prompt this time which is about a crossover! To be honest, I've had a BUNCH of ideas on what to write for this crossover event, and the main ones I settled on are these three!
The reader introduces Guinaifen to the world of Sanrio and meets Hangyodon, a Sanrio character who wants to be an awesome comedian! I thought about this cause I thought Guinaifen and Hangyodon would get along great! Or the reader gives Guinaifen some Hangyodon merch and watches some of the Hangyodon animes with her cause that'd be a cute date idea-!
The second idea is...well...magical girl Gui~! Why? Cause why not! I adore magical girls, so why not! As for which magical girl series I'm choosing...it's Madoka Magica~! Little Gui made a contract with Kyubey and is now a magical girl~!
And the third idea is part of my Ride Kamens OC obsession! Aka making Little Gui into a Kamen Rider and drop her into the world of Ride Kamens where she assists the reader/player in defeating an evil organization known as Chaosism! Why? Cause I have a huge obsession with making Ride Kamens OCs.
In the end, I chose Hangyodon cause- well- he loves to make jokes and make people smile! And that would pair SO well with Guinaifen! I may explore these other ideas in the future though!
Also, I took a lot of inspiration for this from the Hangyodon OVAs which are on YouTube!
Now without further ado, let's start the fic! Hope everyone enjoys!
Here's a link to the Little Gui Takeover prompt if anyone is interested!
Once again, huge special thanks to @angeliteeyes for making this event!
Modern AU Guinaifen x Reader who loves Hangyodon
Synopsis: The popular streamer Guinaifen is playing Hello Kitty Island Adventure!
"THERE HE IS!!!!!!!"
Guinaifen couldn't hold back her laughter as she lifted side of her headphones off of her ear. "Someone's excited!"
"Duh!!!!" You merely huffed, hugging a plush doll of the ugly-looking sea creature. "He's my favorite! I love Hangyodon!"
"I honestly never knew he existed until I met you," Gui shrugged, glancing back towards a second monitor to see the chat to see flare up in adoration and confusion. "So...chat!" Guinaifen winked at the webcam. "It's time for my partner to gush out about Sanrio lore~!"
You released an awkward chuckle. "Are you sure it's fine...? I mean...i watched the videos after the stream was over, and I keep taking up so much time..."
Guinaifen placed a soft kiss onto your cheek. "I wouldn't have invited you to be my co-host if I didn't want you here, (Y/N)! You know a lot more about Sanrio than me, so I wanted you to be here! Plus, it's really cute when you gush out!" You pouted as she pinched your cheeks. "I always love seeing you go crazy about the cute little guys!"
"Then..." you took a deep breath. "Lemme show you!"
Welcome back to another session of Guinaifen's Gaming Corner where she streams games that catch her interest! After the popularity of the game known as Hello Kitty Island Adventure swept the internet and the game awards, Guinaifen knew she wanted to try it out! Plus, everyone looked so cute!!!
....but she barely knows anything about Sanrio besides Hello Kitty, Kuromi, My Melody, and Pompompurin...so why not invite her beloved partner and co-host who's a huge Sanrio fanatic!!! That's right! Guinaifen invited you to watch her play the game and give her lore!
...the first episode of the stream was a hassle since Guinaifen and you were too busy messing with the character creation and ended up making an avatar that resembles the both of you by starting with your favorite animal...and then...the plane crash in game stranded you guys on an island, something Guinaifen wasn't expecting...but it was still fun! As Guinaifen met each character, you quickly gave her a breakdown of their lore and series, leading her to loving them more and more! I mean, who can resist their cute little faces?
"Basically," you explained while Gui listened carefully like she always does. "He's a weird fish monster who likes to make people laugh, so he wants to become a comedian!"
"Awwww, what a sweet heart!"
"And...well..." you bit your lip. "He...kinda reminds me of you.."
Guinaifen's eyes widened. "...huh?"
"I don't mean that you're a big fish monster or anything!" You raised your hands defensively. "I just mean...you're also trying to make people laugh and smile in your own way, so I thought you two were similar..."
With a soft pout, Guinaifen hugged you. "That's really sweet, (Y/N)...I didn't know you thought of me that much~"
"But I'm not wrong! I'm sure you'll like him too! We just gotta see him in action!"
Guinaifen stretched and cracked her knuckles. "Then let's talk to this weird fish!"
"...or we could...watch the animes."
"Oh, he has animes? What are they like?"
"Well...it's mostly about him being a detective,"
"Uh huh-"
"And he has an actual gun-"
"...they gave the fish a gun?!"
"And he even has a closet that turns into a time machine called a time closet-"
"A WHAT?!"
"Yeah, and his arch nemesis in this series is a rabbit that turns into a werewolf-"
"How does that work?!"
"Oh, and there's also Fragaria Memories where he has a knight named Hangyon who's HOT-"
"That's it, we're watching this stuff! Forget the game, I need to see this!"
MAOUMAOU BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH AN AMAZING GUI FIC!!!!
Wanna take a second to appreciate the other concepts you came up with for this prompt, especially the madoka magica au :O She would look so ridiculously cute as a magical girl!! Not to mention the angst potential...........
Okay onto the actual fic!!! GOSH this is so ridiculously cute! I love that in this scenario, reader's the one doing all the yappin while Gui's the one listening intently. The dynamic switch up is soo cute and endearing 🧡🧡🧡 Plus I feel like it highlights how genuine of a partner she'd be, putting so much effort into engaging with her S/O's interests and making sure they feel comfortable n safe throughout the process.. what a gal
THANK YOU SM FOR WRITING THIS!!! WAS A TREAT TO READ AS ALWAYS MMMWA
A.k.a. a writing event dedicated to Guinaifen and only Guinaifen due to the tragedy that occurred in my HSR love letter event. Anyone and everyone is free to join!!! Just be sure to include the tag #little gui takeover; that way, I can see and reblog your post accordingly 🧡
Each month until the end of 2026 will have a corresponding theme, which are listed below.
April - Tomfoolery
In honor of April Fools, this month's theme is general silly fun, whatever that means to you. Pranks, shenanigans, and general mischief are all on the table here (ФωФ)
May - Celebrity
As Little Gui's a top streamer, this month's dedicated to focusing on her chronically online side. Perhaps you can do a social media AU? Or maybe an idol AU? The choice is yours!
June - Crossover
Speaking of AUS, throw Guinaifen into whatever other fictional world suits your fancy! Of course, you can totally do it the other way around as well.
July - Modern AU
Now that we're done throwing her into fictional words, let's toss her into reality! Make her a student, teacher, or anything else that comes to mind.
August - Sun/Water
There's always a beach episode, isn't there... From a fun summer hangout to a mermaid AU, as long as it involves the sun and/or water in some way, you're good to go!
September - Soulmates
Love is in the air! And in our fics, too. This month's theme is love that's written in the stars 💫
October - Spooky Time!
Tis the season for spooks galore. Whether it's about Halloween, ghost hunting, or any other sort of terror-inflicting idea, have fun sending shivers down people's spines!
November - Doomed Love
Some things just aren't meant to be. Still, even a love destined for failure is worth experiencing, right?
December - Fluff
Well, that was a bit dark. Let's end this year and lighten the mood with something sweet instead! Anything works so long as it brings a smile to your face :)
If this sounds like something you're interested in, feel free to read below for more info!
YAY thank you for showing interest in this event!!! Here are some basic rules/clarifications.
- EVERYTHING GOES!!! No matter what kind of fics you write, no matter how much or how little writing experience you have, or how short/long your piece will be, you are welcome here. Hell, it doesn't even have to be a full fic; even a sentence or two of your thoughts/headcanons is plenty.
- There are NO hard deadlines! Feel free to submit a fic for the March prompt in December, or even years later. Guinaifen is eternal.
- Once again going to state: if you're participating, please use the tag #little gui takeover (typed the same as in this post's hashtags)! I'll be sure to reblog/give my appreciations and thoughts to every single post with it <3
If you have any questions, feel free to ask away! And if you do decide to participate, THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH!!! I will be eternally grateful for anything y'all send in and remember it forever and ever 🧡🧡🧡
Hellooo!! Outside of some issues like a cold and stupid seasonal allergies, pretty good! I've been focusing a lot on spending time with my family and our furry/finny pals, since my chronic health issues have been a million times better and I'm now able to do so :DD also have been playing a lotta games! Fully completed Re;Birth3, PARANORMASIGHT (the seven mysteries one), HNDR coming of age route, yada yada
I hope you/everyone else reading this is doing well! Or if not, that you can still find joy in your life, no matter how silly or mundane its sources may be :D love you all!!! ❤️❤️❤️
GN!Reader — Fluff & Humor — Romantic (Even though nothing happens; Reader is just crushing a lot)
Note: Shy!Reader works at Yelan's teahouse as a regular waitress, though trained and aware of the spy's actual work.
A/N: It hath arrived! Based on a post by @angeliteeyes about a shy reader with Shenhe. It took me far too long to write, and I took some liberty with the conclusion but it's finally here! Enjoy! (UTC cuz it's loooong)
It's with a satisfying stretch that you start your lunch break, suppressing the noise trying to escape your throat lest you embarrass yourself in front of your co-workers. After you hang your apron up, and nod a quiet greeting to the two tactfully guarding the door, you exit the Yangsheng Teahouse and step into the pleasant afternoon sun. It's a regular day for you, and you wander across the sun-warmed stone towards Wanmin Restaurant. While the Teahouse definitely serves all kinds of delicacies — courtesy of your own culinary skills — no amount of snacks normally served with tea will be able to fill the current void in your stomach, nor do you feel particularity inclined to eat what you've been staring at since sunrise. Besides, you're a bit of a creature of routine; grabbing a plate of Xiangling's cooking for lunch is merely part of your day. Wanmin Restaurant is a familiar taste, Xiangling and her father familiar faces and even some of the other lunch regulars have become familiar to you.
And yet an unfamiliar sight greets you as you approach, your steps slowing down somewhat hesitantly. Xiangling is talking animatedly to a tall woman, her braided snow-white hair seemingly out of place within Chiyu Rock. Where Xiangling has her usual, excited energy in the way she smiles and talks, the woman stands nearly perfectly still, regarding the chef with her arms crossed. She occasionally nods, and loose strands of hair rustle with the movement.
Yes, the sight of her here is unfamiliar but, you have seen her before. Clear as day in your mind's eye, the silhouette of the adepti disciple leaping through the air faster than your eyes can track; her movements graceful as she easily vanquishes a large vishap just off the beaten path in the mountains, before it has the chance to ambush any unsuspecting travelers — including yourself. And you couldn't help ogling her a little, watching the exposed muscles on her back as she wrenches her polearm free from the defeated creature. Until she turned, sharp eyes catching yours in the act and you scurried away like a frightened mouse.
(You didn't see the way her gaze darted about your retreating form, checking for any signs of injury and deciding you'd be fine on your own.)
And yet here she is again, and suddenly your feet are glued to the pavement. Xiangling spots you from the corner of her eye and excitedly waves you over. The woman turns then, and those same eyes stare into yours again — less sharp and more curious. Immediately, you flounder; your gaze darts away with a furrow of your brow at the way heat rushes to your cheeks. After an eternal moment of indecision — which really, lasted only a few seconds — you turn on your heels and flee (again), back to the Teahouse to fill yourself with small sandwiches instead.
This happens at least twice before you realize the woman actually works at the restaurant now, and you groan to yourself upon spotting her. You hide around the corner of one of the shops lining the street. Xiangling actually approached you later that day, asking if you were alright, and you made some flimsy excuse about feeling unwell. She immediately made you eat some soup, of course.
Another frown makes its way onto your face unknowingly as you stare at the busy restaurant. Shenhe — you learned her name from Xiangling as well — is dutifully serving customers their food, the many plates she carries weightless in her strong arms. You'd also caught sight of her effortlessly moving tables around to accommodate a bigger party, not to mention when she hauled a stack of firewood to the stove.
Right, you're ogling again. She's just so graceful in everything she does, and you can't help but —
"My, my," an alluring and familiar voice sounds right beside your ear; you nearly jump out of your skin, clamping a palm onto your mouth to keep from screaming bloody murder. It comes out as a muffled yelp instead and you quickly dash back out of sight, facing the cause of the spike in your heartrate. Emerald eyes sparkle in amusement. Yelan looks far too pleased with herself, a smirk on her pretty lips. She has you cornered just by proximity, one arm braced on the wall behind you, knowing full-well of your shy nature and taking advantage to render you completely helpless. She tilts her head when you look away to the ground in an effort to maintain eye-contact, and chuckles.
"Working off the clock? Or are you spying out of personal interest?"
"I — I'm not spying!"
She hums, clearly not believing you. Briefly, she looks around the corner to the target of your attention, and whistles appreciatingly. "Nice. She's hot."
"Yelan!"
As if your embarrassment of getting caught wasn't enough, your face only becomes more warm as you stumble through excuses. "I — I mean — That's not.."
She chuckles again and crosses her arms to give you a measure of personal space — far too little still, for your liking — and lets you flounder a little longer before speaking up again.
"Well, if you're not interested in her, perhaps I will go over and have a little chat," she teases, and you know she's teasing you, but you still can't help but frown. Then, you groan and bury your face in your hands.
"I'm doomed," you say quietly, and Yelan consolingly pats your head. "I can't even get my lunch with her in proximity, much less walk up to her and say hi."
Yelan suppresses the need to laugh at your antics, and steadies her voice to reply. "Yes, that is a problem. No wonder I've seen you inhale lotus crisps at an alarming rate lately."
You peek at her through your fingers. "I paid for them."
She gives a dismissive wave with her free hand. "Never mind that. Do you plan to just stare at her from a distance forever?"
"I hope not," you mumble before releasing your face and straightening a little. Yelan drops her hand from your head with the movement and watches you silently, though you're too busy hopelessly staring at the mountains behind her to pay her any mind. She fidgets some with a dice in her hand, and sighs dramatically.
"Oh, alright — I suppose I could spare an ounce of kindness and get a proper meal in you," she says — much to your surprise, as you blink blankly at her. The moment of surprise quickly passes as she flicks your forehead with her index finger. "But you'd better pull yourself together soon. Or I might just take her for myself."
The wink she follows that up with leaves you grumbling under your breath as she saunters off.
You must've picked up some cursed object the past few weeks because somehow, you've managed to run into Shenhe on three different occasions — all of which ended up with you, red-faced and darting out of sight before you could embarrass yourself. Not once did you have the courage to even greet her. It is how you learn of Wanmin Restaurant's delivery service; for a limited time a day, Shenhe isn't at the restaurant itself but out and about, carrying numerous containers with food as if they weigh nothing. You swear you've even seen her take a shortcut over the rooftops. So, with a desperate craving for a Flash-fried Fish, you head to the near-empty restaurant.
"Welcome to Wanmin, can I —"
Xiangling's eyes grow comically wide and she interrupts herself to scream your name at an inappropriate volume. Immediately, heat rises to your cheeks and you frantically look around as you try to shush her.
"Where have you been?!" Xiangling asks, lowering her voice by the smallest margin. She continues fussing over you despite your clear embarrassment. "You can't have been sick for that long! Did the soup not help? Maybe you needed something less salty — or, I should've thrown in more herbs. I can —"
"Xiangling!" You interrupt the girl before she can run off to the stove and sigh. "I'm fine — I'm sorry for not coming around earlier. Something just.."
There's no warning before the soft fabric brushes featherlight against your arm, and every single thought in your head vanishes. Every muscle in your body tenses; your jaw is locked in place mid-sentence before you manage to clamp it shut lest you catch any flies. It's one of Shenhe’s wing-like sleeves that brushes you for only the briefest moment as she sets down empty containers on the counter. Yet it tingles strangely where it had connected with your skin, and you doubt you could blame it on any adepti magic.
You can't really focus on how Xiangling greets her with a bright smile, taking the containers off the counter to be washed later. She says something — you can't hear over the rush of blood in your ears — then turns to grab another pile of containers, tied together with a sturdy ribbon. Quickly, you dare take a peek at the beauty beside you and your heartrate spikes through the roof when Shenhe is quietly watching you already. Those iridescent eyes could put you in a trance, if only you're capable of looking at her for more than a split second without going into cardiac arrest. Your gaze darts away just as quickly.
Shenhe leaves again after taking the containers from Xiangling, and you listen intently at her receding footsteps. You release the breath you didn't even realize you were holding, and Xiangling gives you one of the most perplexed looks ever — not that you see it, as you're stuck staring at the wooden surface of the counter.
"What's up with you?" She asks. Giving up on decorum, you drop yourself onto your arms on the counter and groan. "Woah, hey! Are you alright?"
"Noooo," you whine. "She's so pretty..."
"Huh?" Xiangling blinks. "Oh. Ooohh!!"
When she starts giggling, you realize what just happened and — honestly, the blushing may just be a permanent feature on your face now. You right yourself and grimace.
"Don't worry, don't worry!" Xiangling says between giggles, gesturing deniably with her hands. "Your secret's safe with me! Customer-Chef confidentiality."
You should've worried. Not about Xiangling blabbing out your secret — she's a chef of her word, after all. No, you should've worried about her butting into your personal affairs.
Your heart pretty much stops when you see the woman who has taken over your thoughts step through the doors of Yansheng Teahouse, exactly two minutes before your lunch break. You've half a mind to dive onto the ground and hide behind the counter before she sees you, but Shenhe is far too efficient a worker and she spots you before you've got a chance to entertain the idea. She walks briskly towards you, carrying one of Wanmin's delivery containers in one hand, and you freeze like a Hydro slime in a field of Cryo Flowers — did that even make sense?
“I have a delivery for —” Shenhe quickly checks the note on the container, and your breath hitches when she says your name — “from Wanmin Restaurant.”
She looks at you expectantly. In an instant, time seems to rush back into a normal pace and your eyes dart down to avoid hers. It takes all your focus — brow furrowing in concentration and jaw clenching tensely — to remember how to do social things. Damn it, open your mouth and say thank you!
"T-thanks," you murmur. It's all you manage, heart thumping like an angry rabbit in your chest. Shenhe doesn't leave right away, leaving you to fumble to grab the note with shaking fingers. A little gift from the chef, it says in Xiangling’s hurried scrawl. There's even a little winky-face and a heart drawn on it. You swallow, even though your throat is dry. “T-tell her, I said.. thanks.”
The amount of effort it takes to drag the words from your tongue is ridiculous, and you only briefly look up to see Shenhe nod before she walks off again. It's only when she's left the building that you notice you've been holding your breath, and release the tension in your shoulders with a sigh.
“Oh, you are doomed,” you hear Yelan say behind you. Yes. Yes, you are.
They say the third time's the charm! Well, in your case, it's more like the thirtieth — but still. You've been trying to work up the courage to walk up to Shenhe and say hello all week, to the point where one might say you're borderline stalking her. Okay, you're not — it just so happens you work near each other and you have a glimpse of her quite a few times a day. But every time she so much as looks in your direction, you chicken out! And you work for Yelan — Rex Lapis knows how many times you've heard whimpering coming out of that interrogation room of hers. Asking out the most gorgeous woman you've ever seen in your life should not be that scary to you.
You're leaning against a railing and looking out to the horizon, the ocean’s waves calm and the sky grows darker in twilight. The sun sets behind you, beyond Mt. Tianheng, and you can't help but let out a sigh. Another day has passed without progress. The sound of footsteps is lost to the waves until it's nearly beside you — someone clears their throat.
“Hello.”
Your relaxed demeanor shatters in an instant in recognition of that voice, and you turn —
“Don't run again,” Shenhe says, quickly reaching out a hand as if to physically stop you — your breath hitches at the thought of her touch — but she doesn't move closer. Her even tone makes it sound like a warning, a command. Even with the open space around you, and the space between the two of you, you feel pinned just by her presence. The way the sunset colours the sky behind her, her white hair faintly aglow with a mix of orange and pink. It's as if she stepped right out of a painting.
“I’m not going to harm you,” Shenhe continues after it's clear you're not fleeing the scene, though possibly unaware of the reason why. “I know many people think I look rather intimidating, and I usually don't mind. But you're a friend of Xiangling, so I’d rather you're not one of them.”
It takes a second longer than normal to process her words, but then it's as if the entire world comes to a stop. “Huh?”
“I've seen you turn tail and run whenever I'm around,” Shenhe explains, completely glossing over the embarrassment you feel — the way your face burns hot and must look extremely red — at being caught for such a childish thing. “There's no need for that.”
“O-oh, I..”
“Is my word not enough?” Shenhe interrupts unintentionally. She likely doesn't realize how you're stammering over your words, thoughts seemingly in a race with your heartbeat. “You still seem uncomfortable.”
She's glancing down at your hands, fidgeting with the ends of your sleeves nervously. Besides, you've hardly made any eye-contact with her since it's causing your entire soul to nearly vacate your body whenever you look at her eyes. Archons, this is ridiculous.
You take a deep, deep breath to calm yourself — even closing your eyes for a brief moment. Shenhe thinks you're scared of her, and it couldn't be further from the truth. No more running; it's now, or never.
“I'm not afraid of you,” you manage in a single exhale, the words quick but firm. You see confusion on Shenhe's face through the furrow of her brow — it almost seems like she's scowling at you, but you know through the grapevine she doesn't express herself very well. You struggle in that aspect as well, now that you think about it.
Shenhe actually tilts her head in question. “Then, why —”
“I, uhh..” You quickly try to interrupt her before she could bring up the whole running away like a scared chicken thing, hands waving frantically to cut her off. It's rude, yes but you really can't afford to blush more than you already are, or your head may actually explode. “It's like.. still intimidated, I guess.. but — but in a good way!”
“A good way,” Shenhe echoes.
“Yes.” There's a bit of a relief in getting that out of your system, even if it doesn't explain your behavior to her at all. “It's kind of.. difficult to explain, but .. well, I wanted to properly meet you so badly, I kind of started overthinking it..”
You should probably keep the whole concept of a crush and liking people aside for now; you're not even sure you know how to explain that, and it may actually kill you if you try.
“What is there to overthink in meeting someone?”
“Um.. a lot, actually..”
You start listing things: “What if you stutter or trip over your words? Or, what if you say the wrong thing? What if you're not making a good impression, what if they don't like you?”
Then you realize Shenhe is staring at you somewhat dumbfounded, and you nervously laugh, head ducked down to hide from her gaze. “Just, things like that.”
Shenhe hums. “Perhaps you shouldn't focus on things beyond your control. Master says a simple introduction is sufficient enough, and if desired, a question could be introduced to continue the conversation.”
You look up at her. In a sudden, unexpected burst of confidence, you smile and straighten up once more. “In that case,” you start, bowing as you introduce yourself. “It's nice to officially meet you, Shenhe.”
Rest well writer person. Feel comfort in the same way ur writing comforts us(well ik theres angst and hurt no comfort too but like, its the sentiment yknow)
WAHHH THANK YOU KIND PERSON!!! I really appreciate you taking the time to send this and I hope you have the most wonderful day <3
Hey gang! Taking a half break from writing for a little while. Saying half because I still wanna participate in the Gui event at the very least ^^ but yeah please don't worry abt me not posting much, all is well
YIPPEEEEEEEEEEE I'M PARTICIPATING IN ANOTHER ROUND OF LITTLE GUI TAKEOVER!!!!! To be honest, the second that I saw the prompts, I KNEW what to write for the May prompt which is about Guinaifun being a celebrity! For this one, I wanted to write another fic based on a song, and...well...I couldn't resist using Still into You by Paramore since I thought it'd fit for Gui reflecting on her life, specifically her relationship with the reader! Basically, I knew I wanted to write this fic with a love song in mind lol. Plus, I used to adore this song as a kid so I just wanted to share it uwu! I genuinely do have a problem with this song cause it fits a BUNCH of my ocs lol- I also mention Sushang, Huohuo, and Yunli in here but I didn't give them a lot of lines since this is mostly centered around Gui but I still wanted to mention them- sorry-
Anyways, I hope everyone enjoys!
Here's a link to the Little Gui Takeover prompt if anyone is interested!
Once again, special thanks to @angeliteeyes for making this event!!!
Inspired by Still into You by Paramore.
Guinaifen x Gender-Neutral Reader
Synopsis: "Some things just make sense, and one of those is you and I."
How many years had past?
Guinaifen couldn't recall.
Back in college, Guinaifen started a band with her close friends and rocked the campus with their music through trial and error. It was thanks to you becoming their manager that Guinaifen and her friends were able to make it big even after you all graduated.
One thing led to another, and...there you were; sharing a soft kiss underneath the setting sun.
There was never a guide to life, but that's fine for her. As long as she had everyone by her side, it should be okay. With you always holding her hand, placing gentle kisses onto her cheek, and whispering words of encouragement, she would always be able to fight against any challenge.
"...it's just a few more days..."
Guinaifen's eyes never left the calendar on her wall that marked an important date. No, not the concert date (which was also on the same day), but something else. Her heart thumped over and over as she attempted to close her eyes and focus. "I can do this," she muttered, clenching her pillow tight to her chest. "I'll make this the best show ever."
There wasn't time to waste. It's time to lock in.
.....................................
"Gui?"
Guinaifen was snapped out of her thoughts as you called her name behind the stage. She shivered, her fingers tightly gripping the neck of her electric bass guitar, the metal strings digging into her finger tips. Once her eyes met yours, Guinaifen attempted to wipe the fear off of her face, returning your worried glances with a smile. "What's up?"
"Is everything alright?" you asked her. "You seem a lot more nervous than usual."
"Ahahaha...." a nervous chuckle left her lips. "Well...you caught me...! I can never hide anything from you."
"Is it something bad...? If...if there's something wrong, I'm always here to talk-"
"No, it's just-" Guinaifen gulped. "I really am nervous. I...just want this concert to be perfect. That's all."
Your expression softened as you gently embraced her into a hug, letting her rest her chin on your shoulder like you had done on hers multiple times before. "It'll be okay. All of you worked hard for this." You placed a gentle kiss onto her cheek.
Guinaifen took a deep breath, giving you a genuine smile. "...thanks, (Y/N)." As you released her, you called her name once more.
"Oh, and Gui?"
"...Yeah?"
You raised your fist. "Knock 'em dead."
Your fist met hers as she returned your fist bump, grabbing her guitar and running towards the stage. "Shangshang, HuoHuo, Yunli, let's do this!"
The crowd ran wild as the four girls ran onto the stage, and performed with all of their hearts. You merely watched from the crowd, tapping your foot to the beat as you listened to Guinaifen's strong, powerful vocals while she carefully plucked each bass string, Li Sushang's intricate guitar strumming, Huohuo's gentle keyboard, and Yunli's intense drums, all bringing together a strong harmony that you could never forget.
"Thank you for all of your support, everyone!!!" Guinaifen waved towards the crowd as they cheered. "Before this night is over, I...have something I wanna announce. Today...is my partner and my anniversary-"
You blushed the second she uttered those words. Seems like she didn't forget after all.
"The one you're still crazy for," Yunli couldn't help but tease.
"H-hey! Don't say it like that-!"
"But it's still true," Li Sushang giggled. "Ever since you two started dating, you never stop talking about them!"
"It's-" Huohuo chimed. "It's not a bad thing though...they always make you happy...so it's fine...!" Their reactions gave you second hand embarrassment as you blushed just like your beloved singer.
"Jeez..." Guinaifen wiped the sweat from her beet red face. "A-ahem...I wanna dedicate one more song for tonight. Just for them."
...one more song? You scrambled to find the set list you printed out, scanning the pamphlet over and over. What song was she talking about? There wasn't a fifth song-
"(Y/N)! I know you're there!"
You stared at the stage when she called your name.
"This one's for you! You better enjoy it!"
With a deep breath, Sushang began to strum.
"Can't count the years on one hand that we've been together."
...this...sounds familiar. You could have sworn you recognized the melody and lyrics from somewhere.
"I need the other one to hold you, make you feel, make you feel better."
Ohhhhhhhh my GOD this is absurdly cute!!! Thank you so much for both writing for this event a second time and being the one to tell me that the month changed qwq
I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS. Going for a songfic for the May prompt was such a smart and fun choice and adds so much charm to the fic, doubly so with how naturally the song lyrics are woven into the scene! I also really loved seeing Gui be all nervous and shy. You keep making her so cute in your fics and aaaaaaaa MY HEARTTTTT
This was such a wonderful read!!! Thank you for blessing me/everyone else with your writing once more <3
A.k.a. a writing event dedicated to Guinaifen and only Guinaifen due to the tragedy that occurred in my HSR love letter event. Anyone and everyone is free to join!!! Just be sure to include the tag #little gui takeover; that way, I can see and reblog your post accordingly 🧡
Each month until the end of 2026 will have a corresponding theme, which are listed below.
April - Tomfoolery
In honor of April Fools, this month's theme is general silly fun, whatever that means to you. Pranks, shenanigans, and general mischief are all on the table here (ФωФ)
May - Celebrity
As Little Gui's a top streamer, this month's dedicated to focusing on her chronically online side. Perhaps you can do a social media AU? Or maybe an idol AU? The choice is yours!
June - Crossover
Speaking of AUS, throw Guinaifen into whatever other fictional world suits your fancy! Of course, you can totally do it the other way around as well.
July - Modern AU
Now that we're done throwing her into fictional words, let's toss her into reality! Make her a student, teacher, or anything else that comes to mind.
August - Sun/Water
There's always a beach episode, isn't there... From a fun summer hangout to a mermaid AU, as long as it involves the sun and/or water in some way, you're good to go!
September - Soulmates
Love is in the air! And in our fics, too. This month's theme is love that's written in the stars 💫
October - Spooky Time!
Tis the season for spooks galore. Whether it's about Halloween, ghost hunting, or any other sort of terror-inflicting idea, have fun sending shivers down people's spines!
November - Doomed Love
Some things just aren't meant to be. Still, even a love destined for failure is worth experiencing, right?
December - Fluff
Well, that was a bit dark. Let's end this year and lighten the mood with something sweet instead! Anything works so long as it brings a smile to your face :)
If this sounds like something you're interested in, feel free to read below for more info!
YAY thank you for showing interest in this event!!! Here are some basic rules/clarifications.
- EVERYTHING GOES!!! No matter what kind of fics you write, no matter how much or how little writing experience you have, or how short/long your piece will be, you are welcome here. Hell, it doesn't even have to be a full fic; even a sentence or two of your thoughts/headcanons is plenty.
- There are NO hard deadlines! Feel free to submit a fic for the March prompt in December, or even years later. Guinaifen is eternal.
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EYYYYY IT'S TIME FOR MY FIRST FIC SINCE DECEMBER 2025 GUYS!!!!! I haven't uploaded any fics in forever, but after seeing Little Gui Takeover, I KNEW I had to participate~! Soooooo- here's my submission~! I hope everyone enjoys~! I've had this idea for a while but was unable to write it due to life so I'm glad it's finally done~! This is also my first time writing for Gui, so let me know if I made any errors!
Once again, I hope everyone enjoys~!
Special thanks to @angeliteeyes for making this event~!
Guinaifen x Gender-Neutral Reader x Li Sushang (HSR)
Synopsis: Your shop hasn't been doing well...so why not have a trusty friend help out!
"OW OW OW OW IT'S SO HOT IT HURTS-"
"WHAT DID YOU PUT IN THIS THING, (Y/N)?!"
"U-uh just some hot sauce and ghost peppers and some peppers I found at the market today and-"
"GET THE MILK GET THE MILK-"
"I'M SORRY THIS IS ALL MY FAULT I'LL SUFFER WITH YOU GUYS- OW IT HURTS-!"
Yeah, that's you. Rolling and screaming on the floor of your own store like a baby with Li Sushang and Guinaifen. Why? To promote your restaurant of course!
Well...let's dial it back.
Ever since you inherited your parents' restaurant, you've done your best to keep your old-fashioned recipes popular with customers. Unfortunately, no one really cared for your very basic and mediocre dishes with decent flavor. No matter how many times you tried to improve while keeping the essence of your dishes, they didn't attract anyone.
Except Guinaifen and Li Sushang.
The three of you had been friends for a while, and they always did their best to support you and your goals. Even if the food was average, they didn't mind it! Sushang said that it's filled with a lot of your love which makes it worth it! Guinaifen adored your meals for the perfect amount of neutrality that helps when you're having an upset stomach!...maybe that's not a compliment, but she insists she loves your food! Please forgive her!
Thanks to Gui's job as a streamer, you've been able to get more customers to support the business...but it still wasn't enough...
"So why not make something that's eye-catching?"
"I already tried that..." you puffed, toying with your utensils at one of the tables. Once again, the girls came to eat at your place after another long day. "You saw how people react to my food....it's...bland...I put a lot of stuff into it, and it still turns out bad...even my spicy dishes are bad..."
"Then...what about a super spicy dish?" Guinaifen suggested. "Like...one with a lot of bright colors! Like as bright as a rainbow or flames!"
"...like..." you paused. "Blue flames..? White flames...?"
"...I mean....yeah, that can work!"
"Oh, how about some spicy chicken wings?" Li Sushang suggested. "Some spicy chicken wings with a really bright color or something!"
You bit your lower lip. "I mean...I guess I can try..."
"Then let's do it~!" Guinaifen hopped out of her seat. "It'll stand out on the menu too! I can even stream it to my fans, and we can get you more customers!"
"...thanks guys," you spoke, a smile forming on your lips. "I appreciate it."
"Anytime~! Now let's get to work~!"
"Nah....I think I'll do it myself. It'll be more of a surprise~!"
Despite their hesitance, the girls let you work on gathering the ingredients and the recipe. It took a while, but you finally made something that stood out! The second you finished, Gui and Sushang came rushing over the instant you called where they got to set their eyes onto...
"...(Y/N)..? What is that?"
Guinaifen hesitated as she pointed towards the...radioactive looking lava orange chicken wings that were coated in an oozing deep maroon red sauce.
"My chicken wings~!" You grinned, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. "I'm really proud of them~! You see, I rubbed some chili powder onto the skin and the batter and fried them twice! Oh, and I marinated them in one of my special spicy sauces! And the sauce I put on it was a mixture of that sauce and a BUNCH of other peppers~! Plus some ketchup-"
As Guinaifen began to record and introduce the plan, Sushang gulped as she took the sticky wings into her fingers. "Here goes nothing!"
"Su-chan, wait-!"
After one large bite, Sushang was on the floor screaming in pain and covering her mouth. Her screams echoed throughout the room as you and Guinaifen panicked to find some water.
"IT HURTS!" Sushang continued to scream after multiple gulps of water, milk, and other liquids that tried to soothe her pain. "IT'S STILL THERE!"
"S-so...uh..." Guinaifen glanced towards the camera. "How'd it taste, Su-chan..?"
"MY MOUTH IS ON FIRE! I STILL FEEL IT!"
"Is it that bad...?" you hesitantly asked, earning a vigorous nod from Sushang while she continued to chug a carton of milk. "I'm sorry, Sushang..."
Guinaifen gulped as she picked one up. "Well...I gotta try it too!"
You merely shook your head. "Gui, don't force yourself!"
"It's fine!" She forced a smile. "I don't mind since it's for you!"
It's just one bite after all. What's the worse that could happen?
The next second, Guinaifen was suffering and crawling on the floor while you attempted to grab the girls some refreshments.
"I-IT'S LIKE-" Guinaifen spoke through sobs. "H-HAVE YOU GUYS EVER TRIED EATING THOSE STRONG HOT SAUCES FROM THOSE CHICKEN WING GUYS?! IT'S LIKE THAT-! YOU KNOW THE- UH- THE GUYS WHO TALK WHILE EATING THESE THINGS OR SOMETHING I DON'T REMEMBER WHO THEY ARE-"
Of course she couldn't. Her entire body was focusing on the pain.
But...that's what was happening. You joined them, and now all three of you are suffering as you all tried to finish at least ONE wing.
...it never happened.
BUT it did allow you guys to create a super special spicy challenge~! If you could finish a plate of the chicken, you'd get a special reward~!
But is that special reward worth burning your tongue off?
AAAAAA okay first of all, THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN FOR PARTICIPATING!!! I didn't wanna rush you obvi but ever since you mentioned wanting to write for the April prompt, I've been looking forward to this!
AND OH MY GOD THIS IS RIDICULOUSLY CUTE AND FUNNY AND ALSO SO WHOLESOME HAVING GUI AND SUSHANG BOTH BEING SUPER SUPPORTIVE (even if they suffer for it in the end lmao. We can't keep torturing these poor girls 😭)
Also pls pls don't worry about this being your first time writing for Gui! You did such an incredible job encapsulating her chaoticness while still keeping it balanced with her earnest, loving side. The entire fic feels so Gui and I absolutely adore it!!
TLDR: I LOVE THIS AND I LOVE GUI AND MOST IMPORTANTLY I LOVE YOU ❤️❤️❤️
We usually see asks across fandom of characters being violently protective of their S/O, but what about the opposite? A reader S/O who is super violently protectice of their partner, the way we think of fharacters like Shenhe or Ei? Idk why i just feel like thatd be funny to see
AWWW waitwait this is soooooo cute... these are the two I got ideas for, hope you like it!
Genshin Girlies with an Overprotective Reader - feat. Eula and Jean
- Eula -
GOOSE READER!!! I FINALLY HAVE A REASON TO TALK ABOUT GOOSE READER!!!
For those who aren't aware, I wrote something with Eula x panda reader a while back and left this in the tags:
And I feel like this is the perfect time to revive this concept!
Even before you two became a couple, you're so attached to her that everyone in Mondstadt sees you two as a package deal, for better or for worse. Almost always for worse. The townsfolk already have such a hard time handling Eula's strange mannerisms as is, but at least she has enough self-respect to keep her threatening words as just that, words. You, though? Good lord are you at everyone's throats even if they've done absolutely nothing wrong. All you need to see is Eula huffing and puffing about disrespect for you to go "Oh, they've wronged my wife. They have to die. ATTACK!!!"
Your behavior's so erratic and unpredictable that it may actually be enough to get Eula to act normal for a hot second. Will she stop borderline harassing people? Nope. But she does take it upon herself to monitor your behavior and ensure you don't get into more trouble than you can handle. You try to start arguing with someone who she knows is prone to physical violence and she just. Scoops you up. Carries you like a sack of potatoes while ignoring your demands for her to put you down.
I wouldn't be surprised if at least half of why she asks you out is for this exact reason. She'd much rather have you pick fights while she's around to make sure they don't go too far than to let you wander around on your own, causing who knows how much trouble.
As much as she chides you and demands you get your act together, secretly, she adores your overprotectiveness. Her whole life's been spent being criticized and looked down on by others, and in turn being the only person willing to defend her. With you here, though, that constant on-edge feeling starts to slowly dwindle. You rush to her defense even before knowing the whole situation. You trust in her to have good intentions and always say as such. You give her the benefit of the doubt when nobody else in the world would.
It's a lot easier to let her guard down when she's not the only one willing to hold up a shield.
- Jean -
At first, you assumed Jean to be a person who's simply too kind for their own good, constantly pushing themself far more than is actually called for. Once you started dating though, it became very clear that wasn't the case. Of course she works herself to the bone every day and night. The people of Mondstadt force her to with their endless demands!
The moment you clocked the true nature of Jean's problems, you deemed it only fair that you as her partner take up the task of keeping those pesky townsfolk from burdening her with all their troubles. How? By shooing them away, obviously! Of course, some people's complaints are valid, and you ensure those ones get treated accordingly, but all those nonsensical pleas to find misplaced items and whatnot are immediately met with harsh reprimanding. They can find their damn keys themself!
Jean doesn't know how to feel about this change of pace, honestly. Her role as Mondstadt's Acting Grand Master surely entails taking care of all sorts of woes, both big and small, no? And yet, as you shoo away yet another timesink of a mundane task, she can't help but feel relief amidst the guilt.
It helps that you refuse to budge no matter how much she says it's okay and that she can handle anything her people need help with. You don't care about if she technically can or not. You just want her to be able to relax and get the much-needed rest she deserves. She can't exactly do that if every second of her life is spent juggling impossible workloads.
Still, she has to do something productive with all this new free time she has... Don't be surprised if, when you arrive home, you're promptly greeted with an absurd amount of dishes, each filled with various favorites of yours. No promises on the quality, though. She may have gotten so worked up over making each dish look like a masterpiece that she forgot to test if they actually taste right. Woopsies.
Comforting the HNDR Gals After the Truth Reveal - feat. Darumi, Kyoshika, and Kurara
For the lovely @lkbzs who sent this equally lovely request <3 also don't worry it's not bad manners at all!! Hope you have a good day as well
- Darumi -
"What a buzzkill! The fake memories trope is so overdone. Can't the writers come up with something new for the big reveal for once?" The top half of her thumb poked through her sleeves as she frowned and gave an emphatic thumbs down. Then, she gasped. "Wait... But if we're ripping off the plot of a killing game, then does that mean we're secretly living in one?!"
"Darumi, nobody else is around. You don't have to act like that."
"Ugh, fine."
Her arms dropped, as did the exaggerated grin on her face. The two of you grew silent.
"Hey," she sparked the conversation back up, that tenderness she reserves only for you coming along with it. "How are you feeling? That must have been so hard to hear. It's okay, you can let it all out. Like you said, no one else is around."
"Darumi..."
"Yeah?"
Softly, you wrapped your arms around her.
"Stop trying to sneak your way out of difficult conversations. You're having a hard time processing everything too, aren't you?"
"Me?" She took a step back and out of your grasp before smiling. "Nah, I'm chill. Really. I've learned to expect these sorts of things. Leave it to Darumi to have such a boring conclusion to her life story. Although... I will admit, it is a bit sad to think that my game collection back home doesn't exist. Do you have any idea how hard it was to get some of those things?"
"Oh, yeah. I remember you saying before that some of them can't be purchased or whatever."
"Exactly! Stupid normies can't fathom the difference between fiction and reality and got a ton of them delisted. Life truly is tragedy after tragedy..."
She pouted. After giving it some thought, you reached out for her hand.
"I'm sure we can craft all the games that were in your collection with the Gift-O-Matic."
"But that's lame."
"Who cares? If it makes you happy, then it's worth it in my book. And besides, this way, we can spend our remaining days here playing your faves together." You tugged her forward. "Come on, let's go."
When the two of you finally made your way up to the Gift-O-Matic's touch screen, it was only a matter of time until she began yapping her mouth off about which ones you absolutely had to play together, how annoying getting this and that one was, and so on. The one thing she refused to comment on was how her running mascara that's usually limited to one eye had mysteriously become symmetrical.
- Kyoshika -
It didn't take long at all to find her. How could it? Ever since the truth came out, she'd been sobbing nonstop, far too caught up in her own emotions to care about the volume of it. You slid open the classroom door.
"Kyoshika?"
"Ah!" She jumped. "How did you know I was in here?"
"Uh... Lucky guess."
As you inched closer and plopped yourself down at a desk next to her own, you watched as she tried wiping her tears away. It was futile, of course, but gosh was she trying. Your palm made contact with her back.
"It's okay. Just let it all out."
She listened to your advice. Maybe a little too well, if you were being honest. The moment the words left your mouth, she practically pounced on you, getting her snot and tears all over the fabric covering your shoulder.
"My whole life, my grandfather, even my memories with the Holy Jumonji Sword... all of it was fake? I don't understand this at all! I mean, she's right here, isn't she? How could everything we went through together not be real?"
You had no answer to that. After all, it made just as much sense to you as it did to her; despite initially being of the firm belief that the sword's personality was nothing more than a figment of Kyoshika's anime-fueled delusions, you'd had more than enough strange instances of hearing its whispers by then to deny it any further.
"I don't know. Have you tried asking her about it?"
"I have, but she's giving me the silent treatment right now." Kyoshika's lips quivered. "I think she's mad at me."
"I don't think that's it."
"Huh? What do you think it is, then?"
"Well..." It felt silly to say, but you continued on. "She must have known that your memories weren't real and played along anyway. Maybe she's not talking because she's scared that once you realize, you won't love her anymore."
"What?!" Kyoshika gawked. "Is that true, Holy Jumonji Sword?"
Neither of you got a response, but that didn't stop Kyoshika from scooping up her beloved into her arms and giving her a tight hug.
"I would never, ever do that! I don't care about the past. You're here with me right now, and that's all that matters." Her eyes flickered over to you. "That goes for you, too. The memories we've shared and the bonds we've built are so precious to me. No matter how sad I am, I never want to lose sight of that. I truly, from the bottom of my heart, love you both. I always will."
"We love you too, Kyoshika."
Before long, you were being pulled into a group hug. And getting snot rubbed into the other side of your clothes. Whatever. As long as she was feeling better, you couldn't be too mad about it.
- Kurara -
She hadn't left her room in days—from your estimation, at least. Of course, you couldn't say for sure that she hadn't simply snuck out at a time when you weren't there to notice, but the fact that you spent the first morning after the reveal waiting in the kitchen for her arrival, only to end up bringing food to her front door, didn't exactly inspire optimism. What's more, you'd gotten in the habit of doing so every mealtime since. That's why you were more than aware that all that time, she hadn't eaten a single bite.
"Kurara?"
You knocked on her door, as habit goes. She didn't respond. She never did. You pushed on regardless.
"I got you breakfast. It's right outside your door if you want it. And... I'm here too."
You paused for a second, hoping that this time might've finally been the one where she opened the door to her room and heart. Nothing happened. After enough waiting, you sighed and began walking away. Only to feel two small hands dragging you right back.
"Stop it."
"Huh?" You attempted to turn around, but her nails dug deeper, keeping you firmly in place.
"Stop being so nice to me. Don't you get it? There is no Oosuzuki clan. The person called Kurara Oosuzuki doesn't exist. The truth is that I'm a worthless nobody that isn't worth your or anyone else's time. So please, just... stop."
Even without being able to see her, your neurons were enough to let you know that her head was unmasked. As such, you did your best to feel around for the top of her head.
"You don't need to be an Oosuzuki. Just being Kurara's good enough for me."
"Stupid... What is that even supposed to mean? You've only ever known the version of me that believed she was an Oosuzuki." Her tears spilled onto your clothes. "Everything you felt was for her. Not for me."
"Maybe you're right. That's why I want to get to know this version of you, whoever that ends up being."
"...Even if she's a nobody?"
"Of course."
"And doesn't know anything about the real world?"
"Mhm."
"And... and... even if she's a total crybaby?"
"You've always been a crybaby."
"Am not!"
"Yes so!"
She grunted and smacked your backside, although it barely had any force behind it. Not that you would mind even if it did. Anything to help get the Kurara you know and love back in action.
"Hey," you started. "I'm happy to answer as many questions as you need, but you should really eat something first. Let's head inside."
oooo idea! perchance a little fairy hurts their wing, and though she's never done it before, Hyacine tends to the little one. As the wing grows infected, the fairy looks worse and worse, until eventually Hyacine determines she needs to extract it. Lot of gentle words as she applies the gel, and slowly takes it from the roots to save the fairy. Then she helps the fairy adjust to a new flightless life.
hope you like it!
Nonhuman reader? Hell yeah. Disabled reader? Hell yeah. Medical hurt/comfort? Hell yeah. All three in one? HELL YEAH
No graphic details abt the ouchy, just what's described in the ask ^^ 3.9k wc
Platonic/Modern AU Hyacine + Fairy Reader - A Small Fairy, a Big Heart, and a Fat Fluff
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"Why aren't they using their wings?"
Once, as a child, you dared to broach the topic of the giants you saw roaming the woodlands called your home from time to time. Of course you did. They're such strange things, refusing to let their wings spread freely, instead wrapping them under layers of fabric and only using their feet to trek from one place to another. In return, your parents laughed.
"Humans don't have wings, sweetheart."
What an absurd thought. Sure, your kind was no stranger to walking—hence the existence of your lower extremities—but to only be able to walk? To remain eternally shackled by gravity, never feeling Mother Nature's blessing of the winds carrying your body as effortlessly as leaves floating down to the earth? Humans must have upset her somehow, you thought. Surely that's why she refused to allow them to fly in the air she breathed out for you all.
Once, after many years had passed, you looked back on that memory and chided your past self for believing something so childish. Now, you're starting to wonder if maybe you were right all along. Not having the ability to fly is a punishment bestowed upon sinners by Mother Nature, and you're her latest victim.
Fairies and humans are never meant to get too mixed up with one another, you see. It's the only reason you've survived their massacring nature, albeit still facing casualties such as littering and pollution to interfere with your daily lives. If they can't see you, they can't trap you. Snatch you up into containers. Hunt down the rest of you for their own sick amusement. If you stay far, far away, or at least use your disguising magic with due diligence on the occasions you do end up in their line of sight, they can't hurt you.
And yet you tempted fate. You knew that sneaking out to watch that girl and her round, fluffy cat companion was a bad idea, and yet you continued to do so, getting closer and more careless with each passing day. Really, it was only a matter of time until something went wrong. It just so happened that today was your unlucky day.
That damn cat just had to notice you for the split second your disguise went down and pounce on you from behind, shredding your wings in the process. And, of course, the girl had to take notice of all the commotion and turn her head right before you returned to invisibility. Why couldn't she have waited one more second? If she'd reacted even a little bit slower, you wouldn't be caught up in the predicament of hiding from both her and her demonic hellspawn. You find a tree to take cover behind and slide to the ground.
"It's okay, little one. I don't mean you any harm."
You know better than to believe human lies. Still, she continues to call out for you, all while kneeling on the dirty ground with her pristine, white tights.
"You're injured, aren't you? Poor thing... Please, let me make up for what Little Ica did."
Rustling noises come from her direction. Despite the pain, you have enough strength to force yourself back upright and check what all the ruckus is about. When you peek over, you find that she's in the process of opening a bag of hers—one you've seen plenty of times, courtesy of her shoving countless herbs in there during their expeditions. Bandages come spilling into your vision, among other medical supplies.
"I just want to help you. That's all."
You bite your lip. Truthfully, even with the knowledge of how terrifying humans are, you also know all too well how dangerous heading home in this state would be—if you could try at all, given how blurry and distorted your vision's grown. Passing out means the magic wearing off, and seeing how that went for you a moment ago... Yeah, that's not a risk you're exactly keen on taking at the moment.
Not only that, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't painfully curious about the girl. Humans are evil, violent creatures. They hunt and they hurt and they sully the very land that nourishes them without a care in the world. That's what you've always been told. That's all you've been told. But watching her day after day, dutifully gathering herbs and whatnot with a gentle smile permanently etched onto her face, always careful not to disturb the wildlife... It makes you wonder.
"I also have berries, if you'd care for some."
You know what? Screw it. You've already committed the sin of letting yourself get dangerously close to a human. Might as well go all the way and walk up to one.
She lets out a gasp as your stumbling form reveals itself and you collapse onto her knee. You can barely make out the sound, though, only the sensation of a warm wall blanketing your backside and scooping you up into itself. The last things you see before your consciousness gives out altogether are two seas of teal, swimming with tenderness and tranquility.
-
When you next open your eyes, your sleep-hazed mind instinctually attempts to float up into the air for a good morning stretch. Only once this fails miserably—and brings you plenty of pain to stop you from giving it a second try—do the memories of before flood back in. As does the panic.
"Careful!"
A gargantuan finger blocks your squirming. Good thing, too, considering how inflamed your already dreadful pain became from just a few seconds of it. The girl's head pops into your side view.
"Please don't be scared. I don't want to hurt you. I'm just trying to tend to your wounds." She sighs. "They look pretty bad, though... I'll do my best to properly disinfect the area, but with how deep it is, we'll need to monitor it carefully over the next few days. Tell me right away if the pain gets worse or you feel off at all."
You blink a few times.
"Why?"
"Hm?" She tilts her head to the side. "Why what?"
"Why are you trying so hard to help me?"
"Why wouldn't I?"
You aren't sure how you're supposed to respond to that. Probably because there's no answer you can think of that doesn't strike even yourself as childish and overly simplistic. Because your parents told you that humans are mean? Because other humans have come into the forest you live in and acted cruelly towards its inhabitants? You could say that, but then you'd just loop around to the same problem: they aren't her. And so, all you can do is keep quiet and look around this room—hers, you assume—as she continues tending to your injuries.
If you were asked to guess what kind of room this girl has based off her appearance, you'd certainly have earned a passing grade. Plushies litter every nook and cranny they've been able to shove themselves into, while other varieties of cute, typically pink decor fill up the spaces the plushies forgot about. The only part of her room that catches you by surprise is the copious stacks of thick books.
"Alright, I'm done for now. How does it feel?"
Not great, honestly. It's still far too tender to be worth trying to fly once more, much less to expect any positive results from it. Still, the way her eyes expectantly watch as you maneuver around tugs at your heartstrings a little too hard to not give you pause.
"It's... better than before."
"Thank goodness!" She beams and clasps her hands together. "I tried my best to go off of what we've been learning at school, but they don't exactly teach us how to treat patients like you."
So that's what all the books are for. You nod along aimlessly as she speaks, failing to come up with anything important enough to be worth saying yourself. Despite that, her smile continues beaming down at you just as brightly.
"Oh! I almost forgot. Are you hungry?"
And that's how you wound up sharing a meal with a girl about ten times as tall as you. In your eyes, at least, it was a meal; most of your kind struggle to so much as force down a single berry in one go. The girl, however, seems perfectly fine shoveling nearly half the basket's worth down as a light snack. In between bites, she tries to relight your poor excuse of a previous conversation.
"How's your berry?"
"Fine."
"Good, good." She smiles—or, to be more accurate, she smiles harder than she already was. "My name's Hyacine. What's yours?"
"Um..."
Reluctantly, you offer your own. It may be true that sharing your name with strangers is a tad bit taboo back home, but it's not like you've really got another choice right now if you don't want to make things awkward. Thankfully, she doesn't seem to notice your apprehension. Probably because there's a very, very loud cat meowing for her attention.
"Not now, Little Ica!"
Her bedroom goes silent. And then becomes filled with the echoes of war cries so unholy only soldiers and cats could produce.
"Oh gosh..." Her gaze flickers back and forth between you and the door. "I'm really sorry. Ica's just been so worried about you ever since what happened earlier."
Even though it's the one that got you in this whole mess? You keep the words to yourself but can do little for the primal shuddering taking over your body. Hyacine leans in closer.
"Don't worry. I'll be sure to keep you two separated, unless you ever decide you want to say hi."
"Thanks..."
As if you would want to be anywhere near that monster again. It certainly wants to be near you, though, as its incessant screaming and scratching implies. You frown. How are you ever going to make it back home if that stupid thing's blocking your way out of this room? Perhaps you could ask Hyacine to open her bedroom window and fly home that way—
Oh. Right.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Hyacine calls out. "Is it your wing? Here, turn around and I'll take a look."
"It's not that."
Her eyes squint a little in confusion before following your gaze over to her window. You can't be quite sure if she understands the exact train of thought chugging through your mind. What you can tell, though, is that she's adept at healing far more than simple physical ailments.
"Would you like to stay the night?"
"...If that's okay."
"Of course it's okay. You need a safe place to rest and recover."
A safe place, huh? Dwelling in the same home as the beast who savagely attacked you hours prior doesn't exactly sound like a safe place to you. And yet, as she oh so gently scoops you into her hand and sets you down in a makeshift miniature bed by her own, full-sized one, your body releases its pent-up tension all the same. Before you know it, your eyelids start to flutter shut.
"Goodnight. Rest well."
"You too."
-
It's warm. So, very warm. You'd love to stay like this for the rest of eternity, if only you could. Alas, you have to get up and get ready eventually. Still... Five more minutes couldn't hurt, right? With a satisfied hum, you cuddle deeper into your pillow.
Except your pillow giggles in response.
"Hm?" Your eyes flutter open. Based on what you remember of last night and the bed Hyacine offered you, the color greeting you should be a pastel pink. It shouldn't be such a warm tone, nor should it be coated with strange ridges from top to bottom.
You shriek and pull away. How long had you been clinging onto her finger like that? You hope not too long, although there frankly isn't any answer to that question that doesn't make you want to crawl into a hole and die. Her gleeful expression only rubs salt into the wound.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I was just trying to check your temperature, and, well..."
"I-it's fine."
"If you say so. In that case, how about some breakfast?"
You nod, expecting nothing more than the simple delicacy of a ripe berry just like last mealtime. She, on the other hand, seems to have other plans. While you're busy staring off into space and wiping the sleep from your eyes, clinks and clattering fill the air. Your portion of the desk soon grows far less empty than it was mere moments ago.
"How did you...?"
She giggles as your eyes widen.
"I used to collect dollhouses back when I was a kid. Oh, and don't worry. They may be old, but I made sure to clean each piece thoroughly."
Your eyes scan over the assortment of plastic tableware in front of you, or more accurately, the nestled and properly portioned goodness they're containing. A slice of fruit, a cup filled with water (and perhaps a hint of honey, going off the smell), and some mushroom to top it all off...
"Can I really have all of this?"
"Of course. I made it for you, after all."
Hearing that's all you need to rush forward and fill your greedy hands and stomach with bite after bite of deliciousness. She does the same, albeit with a breakfast much more fitting for a creature of her size.
"How are you feeling today? Is your wing bothering you at all?" she asks in between bites.
"Not really."
"That's wonderful! I will have to tend to it again after we're done eating, though, if that's alright."
"Sure."
You finish the remaining bites of your meal and silently turn your back towards her as she does the same to reach for her medical supplies. The sensation of your bandages being undone makes you wince.
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah..."
So you say, and yet the sting the sudden touch brought on quickly morphs into a pounding ache, reverberating more and more violently through your back with each touch. Hyacine lets out a harsh gasp.
"Does it look that bad?" You try to turn to gauge her expression, yet the pain stops you midway, preparing you for her answer.
"The outer parts of the wings are alright, but the base, it... It got infected overnight. I'm really sorry. I must have not cleaned it well enough."
"It's okay. It's not your fault."
It's that damn cat's. With razors shaped like hooks as its weapon of choice, you suppose it's only natural that some grime got buried too deep for her to get it all out. Unfortunately, that knowledge isn't enough to stop Hyacine from sulking and apologizing every step of the way as she desperately tries to clean out the wound once more—difficult when you're not exactly doing the best job at staying still. By the time a fresh set of bandages are wrapped around your wings, both of you are too exhausted to do much other than sit idly, waiting for time to tell you how successful her efforts were.
It doesn't take long to get an update. Unfortunately, it's not the kind either of you were hoping for. As soon as the pain floodgates opened, nothing seemed quite enough to shut them—not stillness, not distractions, and certainly not waiting for your situation to miraculously improve. The only reprieve you can find solace in is the company of your giant companion.
"Do you mind if I take another look at it?"
You hesitantly nod and attempt to offer her your backside, except you wind up too busy doubling over and hissing in pain to make much progress. She, in all her grace and kindness, does the rest of the work and repositions you herself. The bandages come off. She winces. And then she grows silent. Part of you wants to ask why, but the intelligent half knows better. You hear shuffling and the soft click of a container being opened.
"This might sting a little."
A little's one hell of an understatement, but it honestly doesn't compare enough to the pre-existing pain to be worth complaining about aloud. Her voice softens into a whisper.
"You're doing great. I know that must have hurt a lot, but that gel's going to numb that area over the course of the next few minutes. Please be patient."
There's not much else for you to do. Even replying feels so Herculean a task that, once the area's gone numb enough to not feel her test touches, you can only force a faintly affirmative hum.
"Good. Now, I want you to relax as much as you can and try not to move. If you feel any pain, let me know and I'll stop right away."
One of her fingers nestles right in front of you. Without a moment of hesitation, you lean forward until your body weight's resting upon it. It's warm. So warm that your eyes begin to flutter open and shut before you know it.
"You're doing such a good job. Just a little bit longer, okay?"
But you've already stopped listening.
-
The first thing you notice is the sound of humming, rhythmic and as eternally gentle as the person making it. Next is how alert you feel, juxtaposed to the terrible fog that had crept into your mind before whatever it is that happened earlier. That memory prompts you to notice one last thing: somehow, your body feels... different. Better, perhaps. There is much less pain, which you're more than happy to accept. But it's still different. You can't understand why.
"Hyacine?"
She turns so fast her neck nearly snaps.
"You're awake! I was starting to get worried. Thank goodness..." She wipes a tear away from her eye, and then more as they continue filling the former one's place. "How are you feeling? You look much better, at least."
"I don't really know. It doesn't hurt, but I feel weird."
"That's to be expected after all that you went through." Her smile turns grim. "Speaking of, I never did get the chance to explain what was going on, did I?"
You don't like where this is going.
"As you know, I tried everything in my power to keep your wound clean, but it still got infected. I was hoping I could simply treat the infection, but... At the rate it was going, it was at risk of spreading and putting your life in danger."
Was?
"The only way I could make sure it didn't do that was by extracting the infected area, and since it was located at the base of your wings..."
This can't be real. It just can't.
"I'm so, terribly sorry."
The world around you goes blurry. You can't be a fairy with no wings. That's practically a death sentence for your kind. Sure, in the daytime you could hide your life away, but what of the night? With no invisibility or proper shelter to nestle into, how could you possibly hope to survive out there? You can't. You just can't.
The you of the past was right all along. Mother Nature really is punishing you for your stupidity, and now here you are, paying the price in full.
When you feel yourself being scooped up and plopped onto her thigh, you don't have the strength to do anything but slide forward and lean on her lower stomach, soaking up its warmth like the sun you're not sure you'll ever be able to enjoy again. Her fingertip strokes the top of your head.
"You know..." she begins to whisper. "Little Ica used to live outside too. They loved watching as I went about my day, picking berries and herbs and whatnot. Until one day, I heard meowing outside my door."
The monster howls and slaps at her bedroom door, as if to confirm her story.
"When I opened the door, the poor thing bolted inside—as well as they could, given their leg was hurt. Ever since that day, we've become a little family of sorts. I help them out, and they help me in turn by keeping me company."
Now that you think of it, you faintly recall witnessing many such occurrences. For as swift an attacker Little Ica's proven themself to be, they often straggle behind on their walks, forcing Hyacine to slow down and wait for them to catch up. You've even seen them being carried like a baby once or twice.
"What I'm trying to say is, Little Ica and I would be more than happy to have you become part of our little family if you'd like."
"Is that... really okay?"
"Of course it is."
Again, the cat loudly voices its agreement through the wooden door. Hyacine giggles. You follow suit.
"Would you be okay with me letting them in? They really are a sweetheart once you get to know them. I'll be sure to keep you safe though, just in case."
"Sure."
You're already regretting that response, dread seeping into your abdomen with each step she takes. At the same time, though, you'll be living with that thing for the rest of your life whether you like it or not. Besides, it's not nearly as dangerous this time around; not only is Hyacine vouching for Ica's pacifism, but she's also got you firmly wrapped up in one of her palms on the off-chance you're an unlucky exception. The doorknob turns. You inhale.
The millisecond the door opens, the cat bursts through and beelines straight towards you. You close your eyes and brace for another round of pain. And yet none comes. When you gain the confidence to reopen them, you find yourself greeted by the fluffiest butt in the universe.
"Sorry. It's a cat thing." Hyacine sighs. "It's a good sign, though. I think they're trying to show you that they mean no harm."
"Gross."
You scrunch your face at the sight. What a weird creature. While it may be true that the two of you will have to learn to accept one another's presence, now you're even more certain: there's absolutely no way you're ever becoming anything other than reluctant roommates with that damn cat.
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"Where is it..."
Hyacine rushes around the room. No blanket or pillow goes unturned as she continues on her frantic hunt for what she's looking for. She groans. It has to be in this room. She knows it does. Just as she's about to give up and restart her search from the beginning, a gleam of golden glitter catches her eye.
"There you are!"
Her fingers wrap around a notebook before shoving it into her bag. Good thing she found it in time. Showing up late to school's not exactly her favorite way to start the day. Her eyes dart over towards Little Ica.
"I'm heading out—"
She stops mid-sentence at the sight of her beloved companion, or rather, companions. You just can't help yourself from falling asleep in warm places, can you? Not like she can blame you. She imagines that anyone would jump at the chance to cuddle with such a fluffy creature, especially one that's intent on hugging you like a newborn kitten into its belly.
You wake up in a dark, unfamiliar hallway. You don't know where to go, nor why you've got two crazed murderers gunning for your ass—but you know what you have to do.
Survive.
cw: this series contains death, murder, suicide mentions, as well as general gore/body horror
Ending 2: Kako and Ima - Old Grievances, New Beginnings
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NOTE: Endings will not make sense without the context of parts 1 through 5! If this is your first time seeing a post from this series, please make sure you start from the beginning so as to avoid confusion ^^
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"You'll be leaving anyone—everyone you care about down here behind. Is that what you really want?"
Even well after the words have left her mouth, they still sting and prick at your eardrums. Of course that's not what you want. How could it be, when you have so many worries and doubts lingering in your head about those two siblings? Every second you wait is another opportunity for a new line of questioning to pop up and swat at the hand still hovering atoms away from escape.
You know Ima betrayed your trust, and likely that of his own sister as well, but you've yet to understand why. What convinced him to side with Hiruko? Is it the same reason that, as you inch forward, you realize there's no door in sight, only black fabric and the faint scent of lavender?
And what of Kako? At least you've been blessed with enough grace to leave the second floor and have some alone time to think. To process. She, on the other hand... You can only imagine what she's going through.
"You made the right choice."
Did you? Or was your mind just lingering on simpler questions with simpler answers, all in the name of avoiding the bigger mysteries at hand?
When you wake up next, you're greeted by the sound of two voices arguing with one another. Groaning, you begrudgingly try to peel your eyelids apart. You fail. You try again. You fail again.
"As I keep trying to explain, everything I've done is for your own good."
"How would you know what's good for me?! You don't even care about what I want. All you ever do is boss me around and go 'Sister Dearest, don't do this, don't do that, don't do anything ever'—"
As your hands reach up to manually open your eyes, the shouting suddenly comes to a halt. A dainty porcelain hand makes contact with one of your own.
"Did we wake you up? Sorry..." Kako sighs. "This is all your fault, Ima. I already told you to go away and give us some space."
"Oh, come on. I couldn't leave you all alone like that. That's not safe."
"Like you actually care about my safety."
The air between them feels tense, so tense that even being near the two is enough to make you wince. You're sure Kako's sending an awful mean glare her brother's way. If only you could see it. As your fingers reach where you know your eyes should be, though, only to meet nothing at all, the realization dawns on you that you never will see it—or anything else for that matter.
"It's okay." Kako's hand meshes with your own mid-hyperventilating. "I know you're scared. I was too, back when I first woke up like this. But it's going to be alright."
"I... I..."
Responding's hard. Grasping onto her hand and leaning into her as she rattles off every last word of consolation she has to offer, though, is easy. So that's what you do. Ima shuffles forward.
"Back off, Ima. I'm serious."
"Sister Dearest, hasn't this temper tantrum of yours gone on long enough?" His voice shakes, cheerful as it may still sound.
"And enough with the Sister Dearest! I'm sick of it! I bet you're not even my real brother. That was just another one of your lies, wasn't it, Ima?"
"Of course not!"
"Oh really? Just like how you meant it all those times you said you hated Hiruko too, or when you said you'd make sure they left before Hiruko had the chance to revive and kill them?"
He doesn't respond. She grits her teeth.
"Go. Away."
Slowly but surely, the faint sound of his shoes smushing against the ground fills your ears, growing fainter with each step, until the door creaks open and turns the footsteps into empty voids. Heavy breathing fills its place—this time, belonging to Kako.
"Are you okay?"
It's a silly question. Obviously she's not okay. That's half of why you're here in the first place.
"I don't understand. He lied to me—about helping her, about helping you, about everything. How can you do that to someone and still say that you love them? I don't understand. I don't understand at all..."
Her words trail off and morph into sobs. All you can really do is show her the same kindness she offered you just moments ago and squeeze her hand as she lets all her sorrows out in the form of incoherent syllables and the same few words over and over again. Sometimes she gets worked up enough to yell. Sometimes she gets so worked up that she can't say anything at all, only heaving and heaving until the next string of bitter words find their way into her mouth.
Until there are no more words. Only silence. Shared, awkward silence, only broken by the occasional sniffle or button-mashing from the other half of the room.
"Hey, Kako. I was thinking."
You feel her body shift a little, presumably to look at you.
"From everything you said, it sounded like Ima kept brushing you off whenever you tried to confront him."
"Exactly! He wouldn't answer any of my questions. He's always been like that, ever since he started saying all that stuff about remembering we're siblings. It's like he doesn't even see me as a person anymore..."
You pat her back as she sulks. Then, you soften your voice.
"But you still love him, don't you?"
She doesn't argue. Maybe because you both know that for once, it was never a question in the first place. You continue.
"Let me talk to him. Maybe he'll be more willing to answer my questions."
"...Fine."
Even without seeing her, you can tell by the shape of her voice what kind of expression she's wearing right now—pouty as all hell. Still, she doesn't stop you, just retreats inwards as you feel your way over to the door. It doesn't take long to figure out where Ima went. In fact, it takes exactly one second after swinging the door open.
"Hey, watch where you're going! Oh wait. Guess you can't."
"Sorry..." You wince at the sound of him hissing—although based on your own lack of sensation, you doubt it's any more than huffs of mild annoyance. After some time of you floundering to figure out his exact position, he lets out another groan and tugs you down by his side. The air grows cold.
"So, what did you want?"
"I wanted to talk to you about, well... everything."
"No thanks."
"Excuse me?"
"You're supposed to be blind, not deaf." He sighs. "I'm not interested in talking to anyone other than my darling Sister Dearest."
Well, there goes all your hope of having an easier time making him open up. Still, you can't give up. Kako needs this, and frankly, so do you.
"Look, I don't know what's going on with you and Hiruko or whatever, but I do know this. If you keep this up, you won't have a Sister Dearest to talk to. It's fine if you don't want to tell me everything, but you should at least talk to—"
Hands wrap around your throat. They don't squeeze—they can't squeeze, the fragile things—but they're more than enough to convey what he wants you to do. Just in case, though, he says it out loud.
"Shut up."
You do. He doesn't.
"What right do you have to judge me? I'll have you know that everything I've done has been for her sake, to fulfill my role as her older brother. So what if I lied about a few things here and there? You wouldn't understand what it's like to love someone so much that you'd do anything for them."
But you do. That's why you're still here.
Slowly, as if strings are pulling at your porcelain wrists ever upwards, you place your hands on his own.
"I do know, Ima. I know how much you must've done for her, and I know you've done it all out of love. But that's only because you chose to tell me just now. Kako and I, we aren't mind readers. We want to trust you, but we can't do that if you don't trust us first."
You reach forward and pull him closer. Weightless as ever, he lays his head on your shoulder.
"Kako needs you right now. Whatever happened in the past, I'm sure she'll understand if you talk to her about it. You just have to trust her."
Your words linger in the air for who knows how long as he continues resting his weight on you in total silence. There's no need to rush anymore, after all. Both of you have already given up on running towards the future. The present in all of its beautiful, stagnant glory is just fine.
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"I can't tell you everything you want to know."
"Excuse me?" Kako shrieks at Ima. Honestly, he deserves it, so you opt to remain silent and hope her ire doesn't turn towards you as you stand at his side. "I can't believe you came back just to say that."
"Now, now, I wasn't done talking." He clears his throat. "I can't tell you everything—yet, at least—but there is something very important I want to say. I meant everything I said about us being siblings. That day when we were killed, I really did regain my memories of our past life. That's one thing I would never, ever lie to you about. Please, believe me."
"Oh... I..." Her lungs expand. She pauses. "It's okay. I believe you. Honestly, even though I never got my memories back, I've always gotten the feeling that we've known each other way longer than before our first meeting here. I never really doubted you."
"I knew you would understand! As expected of my perfect, kind-hearted Sister Dearest."
"I really wish you'd drop that nickname, though..."
"Absolutely not. If anything, we need to brainstorm a new nickname! How else are we going to make the newest member of our little family feel at home?"
