#castorice x reader

[dreamjoymemoir]

dating castorice!

-castorice is another person who's genuinely happy to just do anything with you. much of human society was barred from her as aidonia's maiden of death, and she's getting used to having real friends and living life as a relatively "normal" person. she never even thought it would be possible for her to have a lover, though she may have daydreamed of it once in her younger years.

-if you go out to eat together, you may have to sit way in the back where she can be apart from everyone. she's apologetic about this, wishing that you weren't relegated to quiet corners, but she's grateful if you'll accommodate her.

-she wants nothing more than to be able to touch you gently. she finds herself with her hands hovering, wanting to cup your face in her warm palms or hold your arm as you walk, but she regrettably cannot.

-so she makes a plushie to convey her love instead! it'll look like one of your favorite animals, soft to the touch and squishy to cuddle with. as she presses it into your hands, she hopes that this adorable creation will keep you company and grant you comfort in ways that she can't. maybe she makes a second plushie to match so that she can hug it and imagine that it's you in her arms. (and you can boop them together to pretend they're kissing)

-in an au where physical touch is possible for her, she is still terribly shy about it. it takes some time for her to work up the courage for a quick hug, and she comes away with the pointed tips of her ears reddened. same with your first kiss; she kisses your cheek and doesn't stop thinking about it for a whole week. she's eager to love you but easily embarrassed! if you're the one to initiate affection, she gets flustered and tongue-tied about how close you are and how warm you feel. when it comes to cuddling, she likes being able to see your face.

-she'll happily teach you to sew, crochet, or embroider too. she's picked up many handicraft skills in her time alone, and she's very talented at creating beautiful things with even simple materials. expect her to make you something as a memento of your time together. if you make something for her, it'll be her most cherished belonging.

-she likes nicknames or terms of endearment but is shy to call you by them. her favorite thing to call you is your name, but she also likes "dear" or "dearest."

[arluene7688]

“I love you too”

I’m so sorry. (Slight gore warning??)

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Summary: You die in her arms.

It was cold outside, the blanket held loosely over their shoulders doing nothing against the encroaching numbness.

“Why are you outside?”

They turned around and smiled at the sight.

“Castorice.”

But their grin was not returned, the pale girl’s face clouded with concern.

“You know you shouldn’t be out in the cold… especially not with…”

The sentence wasn’t finished, but both sides knew what would have gone next. The blanketed figure turned to look out at the sky. Castorice joined them, keeping an arms breadth from their side. They let out a sigh.

“Cas… I’m going to die, you know.”

The girl’s expression fell, eyes fixed on her own hands.

“We all know how it goes. What I’ll lose. How much it’ll hurt both me and you.”

Both of them were trembling slightly. Only one was shaking from the cold.

“So, Cas. Please…”

They turned around, letting the blanket drop from their shoulders, reaching out a hand, staring into those eyes that were wet gems in the moonlight. She was beautiful.

“May I have this dance?”

The girl knew what would happen if she took that hand. She also knew what would happen if she didn’t. Ignoring the tears, she reached out, and took their hand.

A slow, clumsy waltz, with both pairs of legs stumbling and tripping, but neither cared, no one telling them that they were wrong, no one running away in fear.

The hand the girl was holding was crumbling in her grip, the skin blackening and disintegrating.

Castorice was almost fully supporting the other’s body, legs giving out as skin and bone fell off.

They paused, brushed some of that beautiful girl’s hair out of her face, kissed her on the lips, and said,

“I love you.”

The girl who had seen so many deaths, shed so many tears, fell to her knees as the one person she had loved most in this world died in her arms.

[c1phra]

SUNDAY is beautiful like… the ringing sound of church bells, chiming in the distance. preened wings, with not a single feather out of place. morning dew glistening over freshly cut grass. a flock of charmony doves. perfectly sliced figs and pears that have begun to spoil. sweet rot. tiny, glistening droplets of blood spilling onto polished tiles. the sun rising, allowing for a new day to break across the horizon. harmony. a lie, a secret, and a promise, passed through the screen of a confessional. the soft kind of love, as fragile and shaky as his own heartbeat.

ROBIN is beautiful like a flurry of songbirds harmonizing in the early hours of the morning. piano tiles and violin strings. pure, unrestrained laughter ringing through the air. dawn. a string of pearls clasped around a slender neck. the smell of fruit lingering in the air, so sweet you can practically taste it. one lone charmony dove, singing to distract itself from the solitude. camera flashes. hushed chatter. eyes, so many eyes, all focused on you. fallen feathers under your feet. stolen kisses in the rain, like a scene stolen right from a movie. a symphony, one note short of being complete.

AVENTURINE is beautiful like glinting gold and silver jewelry, inlaid with the most precious jewels. the deep blacks and vibrant reds of a roulette wheel, spinning so dizzyingly fast the colours blur into one. peacock feathers. tattered scraps of memories too faded to be recognizable. empty promises and sweet talk. a voice so charming, you can practically taste the false sincerities dripping from his tongue. fool’s gold. money, incomprehensible amounts of money at your fingertips. the tantalizing smell of victory at your feet, before it is swiftly pulled away.

MOZE is beautiful like a full moon rising over a quiet and clear night. a spotless, newly cleaned house. silence; glorious, uninterrupted silence. the gilded hilt of a blade, moments before it slices your throat. feathers as dark as ink and smooth as silk. a frenzied heartbeat pounding in your throat. two shadows walking perfectly in sync. the illusion of solitude. resolution that can’t be wavered; will that can’t be broken. a glint of silver blinking in the darkness. sickness, suffering, in the most poetic sort of way. the comforting, yet vaguely unsettling realization that you aren’t alone anymore.

MYDEI is beautiful like a blazing fire, spitting and crackling with sparks. freshly squeezed pomegranate juice. a roar of triumph after a vicious battle. the sun dipping low in the sky once more, allowing another day to pass despite it all. blood. gladioluses and chrysanthemums. victory, sweet, wretched victory with a cost so high, few would ever deign to call it such. blood, lining the sharpened edge of a sword. a crown of laurels set atop your head. blood, dark as wine and seeping through the folds of your clothing. all that is fair and just.

CASTORICE is beautiful like delicate butterfly wings. roses blooming under the feeble glow of moonlight. sweet relief. flower petals spilling out under bandages, sprouting in the warmth of open wounds. the loving embrace of death closing its arms around you. fresh linen. shades of purple, of white, and of pink. hands hovering close, but never touching. the intimacy of closeness without words. scattered pomegranate seeds and evenly sliced fruits. the signs of age—wrinkles, and cracks, and wear. bittersweet loneliness. the careless sigh of a long life well-lived.

©c1phra 2025 : do not copy, translate, repost, redistribute, or use my work to train ai. reblogs are appreciated <33

[rinsanityy]

phainon is no stranger to being a gentleman. whenever the two of you are spending time with one another, he would always be the one to treat you whether it was to lunch or even shopping in the local market. you'll always find his hand pressed to the small of your back but while weaving through crowds, he's got his arm wrapped around your shoulder in order not to lose you in the mass of people. this man is willing to give you the royalty treatment simply because you deserve it. when phainon finds himself deep in his thoughts, you will always be lingering at the back of his mind, and he unconsciously smiles at the mere thought of you.

despite her heart that had long been frozen, aglaea does not fail in the romance department. if you find yourself in the heroes' bath, she will tend to whatever needs you may have and even accompany you during your stay. if she happens to find the time, she will use it wisely and sew a brand new garment just for you. she has already wrapped it up and will hold onto it until she sees you again. the warmth you give by simply being by her side is so unfamiliar yet it is enough to begin thawing her frosted heart.

for the crown prince of castrum kremnos, mydei isn't exactly known for having a kind nature. regardless of his intimidating appearance, it's quite obvious that the prince has grown to have a soft spot for you. if there is someone causing you trouble, mydei will appear by your side and he's already scared the person off with merely one sentence. sometimes the two of you would engage in playful banter, countering the other’s teasing remark with another. mydei will never succumb to fatigue in the midst of battle for he always reminds himself that you are waiting for him on the other side.

being the first chrysos heir to obtain a titan's coreflame and ascend to that of a demi-god, tribbie finds themselves to be somewhat of a mentor figure towards the others. if they ever find out that you're not feeling well, they will make sure to remind you to always take care of yourself. they are always happy to educate you about various topics as they take joy in being able to talk for hours and having someone listening to them intently. it is only natural for the teacher to worry about their student’s well being, how else will they be able to continue guiding you if you’re not in a stable condition to be guided?

she may have no experience whatsoever about romance but that doesn't mean castorice refuses to try and learn. she takes interest in the things that bring you joy and will remember the smallest and most random things about yourself. although her power restricts herself from making any physical contact with you, castorice makes sure to keep you safe and free from harm's way. each passing moment that she spends with you, castorice cherishes each and every one all the same. the servant of death is no stranger to the inevitable fate that awaits you but she cannot even bring herself to think about that when you were so intertwined in the present.

a genius and a charmer basically sums up the kind of person that anaxa is. he is always amused to see you fascinated whenever he displays the unique magic that he holds. similar to tribbie, he is fond of teaching you things without making you feel dumb. he dislikes whenever you downplay your intelligence and assures you that you're talented and intellectually capable in your own way. anaxa is a firm believer that every little part of your being is fascinating, it makes him inclined to continue finding out more about who you are.

hyacine always finds herself pleased to see how well you respond to her affection. although a little shy at first, she is willing to try different things with you. after a tiring day, hyacine simply wants to lay down on a sturdy branch of a big tree with you beside her, watching the birds soar through the sky while the suns fall and stars rise. the priest does not know what future lies in store but what she does know is that one day, when you two have passed on, you will take to the skies beside one another and soar to the stars.. just like the birds the two of you have watched do all the time.

just like how she has a talent for swiping people's valuables, cipher sure has a talent for stealing your heart. seeing as you're already aware of her skill of sleight, you find yourself wondering which poor citizen she swiped whenever you receive a gift from her. although a thief should never linger too long around their target, cipher cannot refuse any request of physical touch from you. you don’t expect much out of the aftermath of a bad day, at least not until a certain thief shows up at your doorstep and greets you with a flower or two that had been swiped from one of the largest flower fields that amphoreus has to offer.

note: written before version 3.1 therefore some if not most characters are ooc. tribbie’s scenario is purely platonic, otherwise the rest of them can be intepreted as romantic or platonic.

©rinsanityy 2025 do not plagiarize or repost my content.

[venusandsaturnsrings]

★彡 HOT MESS!

synopsis: i just wanted to share what i think the amphoreus characters’ favourite positions are. this is that!! ♪(๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)♪

contains: phainon (breeding and marathon), mydei (just sof n sweet), aglaea (clothed i feel like this doesn’t count), castorice (voyeurism), anaxa (degradation), cipher (scissoring) and, fem/afab reader in all.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ PHAINON - MATING PRESS

the skin between you both is wet and hot, thick with deep sighs and pitched moans leaking from mouths not separated for long. phainon is often insatiable when he finally gets to have you as he tends to torture himself through feelings of guilt and undeserving and it takes some time to soften him up occasionally. but now? your legs are cramped harder than ever before but gods it feels good. he’s deep and thick and keeps pressing himself into you in a way that, despite the protection, feels so unbelievably raw. everything he does tends to have that feeling, though, his nature itself being honest and true. his face falls to your neck as he grips your calves a little tighter and you can feel the way his thrusts grow shallower and sloppier with each second until he’s tight like a bowstring spilling himself over. phainon is groaning with each open mouth kissed he plants messily on your neck, drool sliding down to the sheets as he gyrates his hips against you, using his pelvis to pull your own climax out.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ MYDEI - MISSIONARY

loose lips sink ships but you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t let out a couple insider secrets about your bedroom life before. people assume mydeimos to be a brute in and out of bed but it’s best they know that’s not really the truth. in the reality you so luckily get to live in, mydei is most flustered and finishes the fastest when you’re face to face with legs loosely spread to accommodate his form. he’s a gentleman, truthfully, longing to treat you so perfectly not even a titan could find a flaw in his behaviour. calloused fingertips touch you everywhere you need and his voice is soft as he bites back groans in favour of listening to you and mumbling praises so sweet you fear your teeth may fall out. you often catch his eyebrow twitch in the way it does whenever he’s close within seconds of him sliding to the hilt each time you’re like this. each time he staves off the feeling to get you there first, there’s probably a dozen or more words for ‘devotion’ in the Kremnoan language and mydei proves it consistently.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ AGLAEA - CLOTHED

she’s a classy lady with perhaps not so classy tastes. aglaea loves getting to style and dress you up, and as her dutiful lover, you’d never deny her such. she takes great pleasure in designing things exclusively for you, tops, gowns, lingerie, and more, and takes just as much pleasure in you fall apart still adorned in them. it’s almost like a form of marking, her threads noting every little movement you make still wearing her most recent creation as her hands and mouth dance across your skin. aglaea is sadistic in a way, teasing you through layers of chiffon and silk, adoring how you soak the garments and beg for more. she often finds herself never needed for the favour returned as feeling you writhe and come undone by her ministrations in her designs is more than enough to satisfy that itch.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ CASTORICE - MUTUAL

sweet and quiet is how most people would describe your loving girlfriend, castorice. and you share the sentiment save for whenever you’re across from each other working your own bodies. it’s really a shame she cannot touch you and vice versa but you cope knowing just looking at you is enough for her. castorice adores seeing you use your fingers to spread your folds apart, wet and shiny just for her eyes, and is jealous of the hands, yours, that get to fondle your chest. regardless, she can’t help but be loud whenever she’s blessed with the sight of you coming undone before her eyes. her moans and whimpers crackle through her laboured breaths yet it’s the most divine noise you think this world will ever hear.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ANAXAGORAS - COWGIRL

the scholar himself often bemoans the ideal of ‘desires of the flesh’ as it ‘does nothing but divide my attention’ and ‘serves no purpose to my work’ but you know him better than he does himself sometimes. anaxagoras was ultimately a man and had certain needs, ones you were eager to fulfill, so despite any faux protest you’d save him from his own suffering and slide onto him yourself. all complaints would go out the window as soon as you’d slide yourself against him, anaxa knowing better than to truly deny such pleasures. his touch was always greedy, hands playing you like a fiddle from his comfortable spot below you, traversing your flesh with only the slightest tremor. he can never stop running his mouth though, and there’s something painfully attractive in hearing him speak between grunts about how filthy your desperation is. you happen to be blessed with the reality of knowing he loves it all just as much.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ CIPHER - SCISSORING

for all her scheming and tricks, cifera had always been very pleased with the classics between the sheets. there really is nothing better to her than getting to experience and share such pleasures with you, heat tight against your own. she’s teasing when grinding slow and soft, pushing your hands away when you try and urge for more, and borderline manic when going fast and long. cipher rolls her hips into yours harshly with the perfect amount of pressure not to hurt but to press just right against the both of you. she laughs and teases with every movement as if her own mind isn’t crumbling away at the feeling, slick meshing together and soaking the sheets below. she admires, worships, the sight of your juices spread along her own folds and grinds with renewed vigour in knowledge you’ll spill forth more just for her.

[elysixns]

Chrysos Heirs w/ clumsy reader !

Content: GN!Reader, fluff, mentions of light injuries + sprains, yandere behavior on Anaxa's part (?)

🌹 Note: Shout out to the mfs that get cuts and bruises just by standing still. Me too.

INTRO

The Sky Titan must absolutely despise you for you to trip over air as often as you do.. How you haven't gotten a broken bone is baffling, and yet here you are. For all of your clumsiness, you do manage to get out of almost any situation with only minor scrapes and bruises (most of the time). You're not allowed outside of Okhema for any reason, though, not even to help bring in refugees. The last time you were allowed outside the city, you sprained your ankle so badly that you were bedridden for about a month.. But do not fret!!! There are still plenty of ways to entertain (injure) yourself in the holy city, much to your partner's distress.

– Dear, if you keep falling over your own feet every 20 minutes, she's going to think you like when she catches you in her golden thread

Aglaea

– ^ (You do. She knows you do, so you can't deny it when she teases you for it, yes?)

– If you somehow sprain any of your limbs, she WILL pamper you for the entire time you're injured. This is probably one of the ONLY times she’ll baby you when you're hurt, so try to take advantage of it as much as you can

– One of the few who isn't overly concerned with your penchant for getting injured simply by existing

– Unless you are quite literally impaled by a spear, Aglaea assumes that you can handle yourself and she won't fuss over you too much

– She does get a bit antsy if you end up getting an open wound, though

– You're much too precious to bleed, Dear. What happened? Does she need to kill someone to avenge you?

– ^ She says she's only joking if you get worried/upset. (She is not joking)

– Aglaea may tease you often about your clumsiness, but that's only because she thinks it's endearing

Phainon

– “Who did this? Are you okay? What happened? Who do I need to fight?–”

– He'd try to fight the air if you asked him to. Phai will do anything to defend your honor!! Anything.

– He worries about how often you fall over and drop things– Anytime you're carrying a heavy object, he about has a heart attack before quickly taking it away from you

– “Your hero’s got it covered. Just tell me where I need to put this!”

– Whenever you get a sprain, he'll insist on carrying you everywhere that you want to go for as long as you're healing up

– Doesn't matter if you're bigger than him or not. Phai can lift you with ease and is eager to show off how dependable he can be!!!

– He genuinely spoils you so much when you're hurt. It is as sweet as it is silly

– Please remind him that it's just a sprain or else he'll keep treating you like you're dying 😭

– After you're healed up, he usually spends at least the next few days kissing any and all scars/bruises left behind from your injuries

– It's almost like he's apologizing for not being there to prevent them in the first place 🩵

– ^ (In a way, he is. Even if he has nothing to apologize for, Phai will always feel guilty for not protecting you from yourself)

Castorice

– Ohh you cause her so much stress, she thinks she might have a heart attack one of these days

– Cas genuinely doesn't know what to do!!! She can't just tell you to sit still and do nothing, she's tried that!

– ^ (Somehow, you ended up falling off of your chaise lounge and spraining your elbow..)

– Her only other solution is to spend as much time with you as possible, making sure you don't fall down a flight of stairs or get stomped on by a Dromas D:

– You've got an overprotective angel of death hovering around you nearly 24/7.. It's almost comical, but also a bit unsettling!

– If there's one thing she hates the most, though, it's that she can't patch you up on her own

– Seeing you injured tugs at her heartstrings so much, but all she can do is put a first aid kit in front of you or go find someone else to help you

– You also hate not being able to touch her, but you always reassure Cas that her just being beside you is more than enough

– It may take her a while until she's able to believe you (if ever she does), but she likes hearing it nonetheless because she knows you're being sincere when you say it <3

Mydeimos

– (Affectionately) calls you an idiot whenever you fall or drop things in front of him

– He doesn't usually help you when you stumble because he knows you'll be fine on your own, and he doesn't want to treat you like a child

– That being said… If you've fallen one too many times that day, Mydei will simply pick you up bridal style (all the while grumbling complaints) so that he can carry you around wherever you need/want to go

– He says it's because you're slowing him down, but in reality, it's because he caught a glimpse of the scars and bruises on your legs from previous accidents

– Mydei will never admit this to anyone, especially not to you, but seeing bruises on your skin hurts him more than any physical blow ever could

– He is once again reminded of how fragile the average person is. he is reminded of how fragile you are in particular

– ^ (Just another reason to break this damned curse. What's the point of being indestructible if you're not allowed to share in this “blessing” with him?)

– Mydei can't keep you safe from everything, least of all from your own gracelessness, but he can be there to patch you up and (reluctantly) wait on you hand and foot until you feel better

Anaxagoras

– Oh, you must be studied; he just can't believe you're naturally this clumsy. Are you sure you haven't been cursed?

– Anaxa finds your inelegance as adorable as he does irritating; it's quite a confusing mix of emotions for him

– You are very precious, truly! But if you fall on the way down the steps of your own home one more time, Anaxa will have to resort to drastic measures to keep you from harm

– ^ (“Drastic measures” being forbidding you from using any stairs by yourself, and keeping you by his side for the rest of your life)

– Overkill? Not at all. Maybe. But he loves you, so he'll never admit that he's being overprotective

– You trust him, don't you? So you'll let him do what's best for you without any complaints, right?

– You're simply too much of an airhead to keep yourself safe and uninjured… Those bruises and scars on your legs are proof of that, wouldn't you agree?

– Anaxa knows what's best, of course he does. If you can't trust in yourself, then just trust in him

– He won't outright force you to go along with what he wants, but he will try to “subtly” encourage you to stay indoors. Or even better, move in with him!! Just so that he can take care of you more efficiently, of course :)

Cipher

– You are very cute. Extremely cute, really.. But if she keeps having to run to your rescue (for free!), she will get a perpetual migraine

– It also ruins her image of being independent and selfish when she’s clearly always close enough to hear you stumble or drop something

– Cipher can not be tied down! She is untamed!!! She waits for NO ONE! … Unless it's you, and you're injured. Then she’ll wait for a minute or two

– She does steal things from you as well, but she always says she's only taking them away because they pose a danger to you

– “Oh? Your brush? The handle was real high-quality wood, uh-huh… It was way too heavy for the likes of you, though, so I decided to take it off your hands and sell it! Ah, but don't worry; I'll find an even better one for you, okay?”

– Cipher worries a lot about leaving you alone for too long without supervision (you didn't hear that from me, though)

– You're so unsteady on your feet that she doubts you could survive a day without her

– She may or may not pay Aglaea to check in on you from time to time

– Such a shame you'll never have proof of this :3 can't tease her about it if it's not definitively true!

[ariseur]

i’m so normal about the chrysos heirs…….. i swear

[aventurineswife]

🤔 do u have a thought about shrau with amphoreus ?

If I'm not wrong, they just believe in titan as their god right? What about shrau amphoreus with reader as a creator?

Like just Imagine it, when they knew about reader as a creator or aeon reader and how they will react

OKAY OKAY, I MAY NOT BE GOOD AT THIS BUT HEAR ME OUT!

If Amphoreus is a world that reveres Titans as gods, then suddenly discovering the Reader (aka you) as a Creator/Aeon would shake their entire belief system to its core. The Chrysos Heirs, warriors devoted to slaying corrupted Titans and recovering their Coreflames, would have to face the terrifying realization that the entity they’ve been unknowingly serving might be above the very gods they worship.

The Chrysos Heirs—Mydei, Phainon, Castorice—are devoted to prophecy and divine will. If they discovered that the true weaver of fate, the one who oversees their struggles and triumphs, is actually you, their entire worldview would fracture.

Mydei, the Undying Warrior, might react with reverence, but also conflict.

"The Coreflame trials, the prophecy, the Titans... were they mere threads in your tapestry? Have I only been playing my part in a story you have already written?"

He would feel both honored and trapped—knowing that his fate was not his own but also that his suffering had purpose.

Phainon, the Deliverer, might be the first to fully embrace you.

"If you are the one who spins the threads of destiny, then everything we have done… it has been for you, hasn’t it?"

He’d see it as a blessing, a sign that their struggles were leading toward something far greater. He might fully devote himself to you, no longer just as a warrior, but as a disciple.

Castorice, the Daughter of the River Styx, would have an eerie calm about it.

"Death and fate have always danced hand in hand. If you are the one who weaves, then I have been treading upon your strings all my life."

She might not even be surprised—only resigned, knowing that she had always been walking the path you had set.

The people of Amphoreus, especially those who still worship Titans as gods, would be terrified. If they learn that their world is merely a fragment of your design, it could split the faction into two:

Those who believe the Titans are still divine, and you are merely another force in the cosmos.

Those who believe you are the true god—the one above all, the being who even Titans obey.

Some might fall into despair, realizing that their gods are no more than pieces of a larger game board, and that your will can rewrite their fate at any moment. Others might become fanatical, believing that serving you is the only true path.

The Coreflames, remnants of the Titans’ divine power, might now take on an entirely new meaning—if the Titans were once creations under your will, then does that mean their power also stems from you?

If Mydei and Phainon failed the Coreflame Trial, was it because you willed it?

Phainon, who vanished after the trial, might see it as a test from you—a call to prove himself.

Mydei, bound by honor and sacrifice, might struggle with whether his suffering was truly his own choice… or merely an inevitable step in the story you wrote.

The most horrifying realization for them? That every battle, every struggle, every death was something you already knew would happen.

If Mydei has died a thousand times, then you—the Aeon of Fate—must have allowed it each time.

"You… knew? Every strike, every wound, every death I suffered—you saw them all?"

The idea that they were never free, that their victories and failures were written into existence, could be devastating.

Some would see you as salvation rather than as a distant, cosmic force. They’d offer the Coreflames to you as divine tribute, seeing them not as remnants of fallen Titans, but as pieces of a world you once shaped.

The most devout warriors might seek to serve you personally, casting aside their oaths to the Titans and the prophecy.

Mydei, should he fully accept your will, might become your sword of fate, carrying out your judgment across Amphoreus.

Phainon, ever the perfectionist, might strive to prove himself worthy in your eyes, seeking to become your chosen deliverer.

Castorice, attuned to the whispers of death, might become your priestess, ensuring that those who fall in battle meet their end as fate intended.

Once the truth of your existence reaches Amphoreus, the world would never be the same. The Titans' worshippers, the Chrysos Heirs, the Coreflame Trials—everything would shift under the weight of the realization that you have always been watching.

Some will fight for you.

Some will fear you.

Some will desperately seek your favor.

But no matter how they react, one truth remains: they were never beyond your reach.

[brokenspider-lilies]

'Fearless warrior', they had called you. The only trait you had inherited from your long-gone parents. You were known by all across Amphoreus. Born from the ashes of your burnt village, you rose to fame across the land, helping the weak find a better life.

Your steps would send shivers down the enemies' spines, your shouts would turn their blood cold, and your fighting would open a path for others' futures. You were mortal royalty among the living. You would have been as famous of the Crysos Heirs.

People sang of your feats. Plays were being created in your name. Scholars whispered your accomplishments. Your story was being weaved into the universe.

But as quickly as a legend appears, they also saw their flame be extinguished soon after. If only your righteous self would have left her alone.

You knew your time would come before the shadow of aging laid itself on your features. You would have hoped to die in battle, sword between your hands, still willing to fight even in death.

But you would not change anything about your circumstances. Even as your body drifted towards the afterlife, you could still remember Castorice's eyes the first time she saw you. 'Love at first sight', the poets called it. Just that look was enough for you to die happy.

You had been welcomed with open arms when you had first stepped foot in Okhema. Your name had made the rounds of the city, people wishing to meet you before you met your end. And they had received their wish.

But their praises, their wishes for your well-being, their prayers, and their touches would never compare to the fire that had been lit inside your soul by her.

Her admiration for you was unmatched. Just like everyone, Castorice had heard of your achievements; she had followed your story closely, and oh, how she had prayed for your safety. Her heart had only steadied once she had heard of your arrival in Okhema.

And to your eyes, she was an angel among mortals. You knew who her Titan was, and yet, it was but an afterthought to you. From your first encounter, you knew that not even death could keep you apart. And yet, it had.

Your yearning for her kept on growing with each day. You knew how important it was to keep away from Castorice. She had warned you of her abilities, yet your heart wanted nothing more but to hold her, to keep her safe.

In the short time you had together, you had barely left her side. Keeping your own distances from each other, your evenings together turned into days, turned into weeks, turned into a month. In such a short time, you had started to believe that there was hope. You did not need much. You just wanted her in your life. Castorice wanted nothing more but to have you by her side.

But if you had known how your life would end, you would have done so. You would have held her by the hand, much closer to you, and you would have made her feel loved.

But duty called. The people of Amphoreus were counting on you. While the Crysos Heirs had their own responsibilities, so did you. As your last day in Okhema was upon you, the shaking in your body and the coldness of your heart could not be sedated. It was as if you already knew your heart was beating for the last time. A warning, if only you would have listened to it.

You had reserved your goodbyes to Castorice for last. You wanted her face to be the last you would see before leaving the city. Maybe that's what had brought you to your doom.

During your last walk of your city alongside your beloved, you realized her body was drifting closer. Much closer than usual. But you were so love-struck, you had barely realised you were coming to a hidden alley.

You were so love-struck you did not even feel her hand resting on your shoulder. You were so love-struck that you barely registered the weakness in your legs, the heaviness of your eyelids, the slowing of your heart.

You did not realize you were dying until it was happening. She truly loved you so much, much more than she had ever loved anyone. And she couldn't possibly let you get away from her. Castorice had lost so much, but you were the one thing she could not let go.

And as you felt the lips of death press against yours, a smile crept on your face. You were finally in her arms. You could finally touch her. You could die in peace, knowing that you would be with her for eternity. And how sweet death was, coming from her.

[sumiieon]

ノ Imagine an in another life scenario where our beloved heroes do not have to suffer the fate they're destined to end with. ⸝⸝ gn reader ⸝⸝ implied marriage at mydei's part ⸝⸝ not proofread ⸝⸝ i didn't include anaxa and the late rest because i don't have enough grasp on them yet ⸝⸝ wc: 362

Imagine a life where PHAINON does not have to lose his beloved village and the people he harbors so much love for. A life where Phainon isn't destined to be alone in the very end of the world his eyes once gazed with so much love at. A life where Phainon could just carefreely lay in a vast field of flowers stargazing with you, knowing you are the light that completed his life. Imagine a life where AGLAEA does not have to lose her humanity within the burden of duties a Mnestia's heir must bear. A life where living the life as a mortal is totally okay, where each mistake won't be accompanied by the gut wrenching feeling of guilt and failure. A life where she's content just by weaving the golden threads by your side while listening to the joyous giggling of the children playing around the Holy City (I hate the Council of Elder) Imagine a life where MYDEI does not have to witness his father bewitched by a prophecy, his mother slaughtered in front of his eyes, and he could indulge in the life of one free from Strife and its duties. One where he wouldn't worry about his people's seemingly-unhealthy obsession of yearning for death's embrace in the battlefield they label as 'home', one where immortality is now a blessing for he who will always come home to your arms. One where he would press his lips against your knuckles, without the worry that white wouldn't suit you with his parents' blessings by his side. Imagine a life where CASTORICE does not suffer the fate of being death's servant. A life where she isn't deprived of her other half, a life where she could express the cherish she felt for all sorts of living beauty by her side. A life where she could arrange some flowers, watch the fluttering butterflies wave at her with their wings and admire the beauty they radiate, knowing she's also lucky enough to be blessed with the embodiment of a living and walking beauty known as her lover, as the only sweet embrace she'll receive does not belong to death but your arms.

© fleuriion ― please refrain from ; plagiarizing, ai usage, repost without credits ― positive interactions are always welcome!

[heliosunny]

I love your yandere aglaea fic!!! And I wanted to request (I don't know if u take requests or not if u don't want to u can ignore 😅) for a yandere castorise fic where reader is very happy go lucky kind of person and wants to be friends with her not knowing how obsessed castorise is with her

Have a great day!!! Byeee~

Yandere!Castorice x Reader

The first time you met her, Castorice stood at the threshold of your humble dwelling, her hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall of lavender. There was something unsettlingly quiet about her, a stillness that made the air around her feel heavy, like an eerie lull before a storm. Yet, when she spoke, her voice was smooth, hypnotic, a whisper of wind through the trees.

"You are... unaffected by me."

It wasn't a question, but an observation. Her amethyst eyes, watched you with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. You had heard whispers of her abilities- or curse, the way her touch left things wither.. And yet, as you stood there, bathed in the glow of fireflies and the gentle luminescence of your healing sanctuary, you felt nothing but curiosity.

"Well, that makes me special, doesn't it?" you said, beaming.

A hand reached up, brushing away a loose strand of hair from her forehead. The motion was slow, deliberate.

"Yes" she murmured. "Special."

From that moment, she kept coming back.

At first, she claimed it was for conversation, drawn by your warmth, your lighthearted laughter, the way you spoke to her as if she were merely a weary traveler and not something to be feared. You made tea, hummed melodies as you ground herbs, and treated her as if she were simply another patient. But beneath her calm demeanor, behind the gentle way she regarded you, there was a fixation that only deepened with each visit.

One evening, as you handed her a vial of healing tincture, your fingers brushed against hers. A jolt ran through you, not from any ability of hers, but from the way her lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile.

"You are kind" she mused, rolling the glass between her fingers. "Perhaps too kind."

"Is that a bad thing?"

She tilted her head, silver-lavender strands slipping over her shoulders like woven stardust. "It makes you fragile. Fragility invites ruin."

You laughed, lighthearted as always, brushing off her cryptic words. But you didn’t see the way her fingers tightened around the vial, nor the way her eyes darkened as she watched you turn away.

You were the only one immune to her power. The only one who saw her as something more than a shadow lurking in the periphery of existence. And in Castorice’s mind, that meant you were hers. You just didn’t know it yet.

One fateful night, a thief broke into your sanctuary, ransacking your supplies and leaving you battered and weak on the cold floor. You barely remembered the aftermath, your mind fogged with pain, but Castorice was there. When you woke, she was by your bedside, her fingers ghosting over your wounds as a chilling silence settled between you.

You never learned what happened to the thief. But there were whispers of a brutal reckoning in the dead of night, of someone who had disappeared without a trace. Castorice never spoke of it, and you never asked.

Life continued, and so did her visits.

One day, you invited her to a festival in town, eager to share something bright and joyful. To your surprise, she agreed.

That evening, as lanterns flickered to life and the scent of roasted chestnuts and spiced cider filled the air, Castorice walked beside you, a strange, unreadable expression on her face. You led her through the bustling streets, showing her colorful stalls and lively performances. At first, she seemed distant, her gaze flickering over the crowd as though searching for something unseen. But as you placed a sweet pastry in her hand and nudged her toward a game booth, she relented, indulging in the warmth of your presence. Of course, she kept her distance with strangers for their own good.

She watched as you laughed, your eyes alight with childlike excitement. She listened as you spoke about trivial things—your favorite foods, the silly little stories behind the trinkets you admired. And when you bought her a delicate silver hairpin shaped like a butterfly, she held it between her fingers, something almost softening in her expression.

"It suits you" you said, grinning. "You should wear it."

Her fingers traced the edges of the hairpin before she carefully tucked it into her hair. "You are foolish... Y/n.." she murmured, "to be so kind to me."

"Maybe" you said, undeterred. "But I like seeing you happy."

The night stretched on, and when the festival came to an end, you invited her to stay at your home. She accepted without hesitation.

As you settled into bed, exhaustion finally taking hold, Castorice sat beside you, her fingers lightly brushing against your hair. The room was quiet, save for the rhythmic sound of your breathing.

"Sleep" she whispered, her voice barely audible. "You are safe."

Something in her tone felt absolute, unshakable. As your consciousness faded, you felt the last sensation of her cool fingers tracing the side of your face, gentle, possessive.

[coralearei]

The Touch Of Death - Honkai Star Rail - Castorice x Reader - Based on Leaks

gn! reader - huge possibility that this is ooc, I don't know much about the Amphoreus characters yet, as you can see I have a soft spot for purple women

Castorice, who brings death to everything she touches. As her fingers skim any trace of life, it withers away, writhing in its last moments. She knows full well that whatever being is under her fingertips has always been aging, of course; her touch only makes it age faster. Many plants and animals have suffered this fate, and so have a few humans, though not by intention. The human population of Amphoreus is quickly dwindling due to the current state of apocalypse, after all, and Castorice wouldn’t want to make it any worse.

Castorice, who knows from the start that it’s safer not to talk to you. She’s on official business, standing by Aglaea’s side when she sees you for the first time. You are an outsider, that much is obvious. You are not from Amphoreus, and because of that, you are not to be trusted under any circumstances, as much as you seem to draw everyone around you in, and as much as you’ve charmed the locals, which unfortunately includes some of the other Chrysos Heirs.

Castorice, who abhors how much Aglaea trusts you. The Dressmaster starts to become a regular member of your combat party, fighting recklessly with someone she starts to refer to as “the foreigner.” In secret, Castorice relishes the sound of your name, her eyes widening in excitement as she sees it written in the language of Amphoreus.

Castorice, who sees you a few weeks later in Marmoreal Market with your other outsider friend, the stoic one with the scaly, green-and-white jacket. He has presented himself as a decent person, at the very least, but he’s rather… dreary in comparison to you. You look quite cute playing with a Chimera that’s just come up to you. A thought buds itself into Castorice’s mind— she wishes she were the Chimera, shamelessly nuzzling into your boot.

Castorice, who is infuriated the moment you leave Okhema. She reprimands herself for this particular fit of rage, knowing that you’re not supposed to stay in the holy city forever, and vows to act as your shadow while you’re gone. While you sleep, she inches her hand closer to you, careful not to get too close— you can’t be a hero if you’re dead. Still, she revels in unknown moments like these. They are the closest she’ll get to being near you, but they still remain in obscurity. The only thing you notice is something that vaguely resembles the silhouette of a smoky indigo dragon.

Castorice, who spots you at the Marmoreal Palace— presumably, it’s your first time, given your adorable yelps as you try to soak in the water, seemingly too hot for you. A few people have noticed her nearly gawking at you by now, and she makes an exaggerated turn before stomping away to the section of the bathhouse reserved for Chrysos Heirs, letting a wave of embarrassment sink in. At the very least, you haven’t noticed.

Castorice, who listens to Mydei recount his tall tales of combat in the reserved bath. You’re in the story he’s telling, fearlessly swinging your baseball bat through hordes of Titankin before Mydei delivers his glorious finishing blow. 

Castorice, who hears you everywhere. Not only your voice, but the voices of others praising you. She hates how close everyone around her is to you… why can’t she be the same?

Castorice, who laments how distant you are, and how far you will always remain from her.

[chiara-hotel]

Tits, Ass or Thighs Characters: Firefly, Boothill, Aglaea, Anaxa, Castorice

Firefly loves lying down on her thighs. Whenever she feels like she needs to take a quick nap, she'll happily lie down on your thighs. She loves it whenever you play with her hair in your hands. Whenever her illness gets a little worse, she enjoys coming to you and your thighs for some comfort. Even if it's temporary, she enjoys the moments you are both together.

Boothill loves staring at your ass whenever he has the chance. As you pass by or walk beside him, he can't help but steal a glance at you. Or even if he presents himself as a gentleman, opening the door for you while you enter the room, just so he can sneak a small glance. He stares often, too, enough for you to notice it.

Aglaea loves your chest. Whenever you commission clothes from her, she she ensures that the outfit will be perfect for bringing out your tits. Obviously, she will make sure that they're covered before adding accessories to them. She also loves working on it while you try it on, making sure it fits you perfectly.

When you ask Anaxagoras, he thinks it's a stupid question; there are plenty of better things to ask than which body part he prefers. The truth, though, is he could never admit how much he adores staring at your chest. Whenever you aren't looking, his gaze slowly gets lower until your eyes are back onto him, to which he immediately looks up before you can catch on. If you ever did catch him staring he for sure would be very flustered though.

Castorice loves all three equally. She loves your entire body just like she loves you. Since she can't touch them, she mainly relies on the visual aspects of them and usually your outfits make everything look perfect.

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Part 1 Here: Blade, Phainon, Aventurine, Sunday & Mydei

Part 2 Here: The Herta, Kafka, Dan Heng, Jing Yuan, Jiaoqiu & Moze

HSR Masterlist Here

[looneyunu]

Since we already have had Phainon, Anaxa, and Mydei yandere, why don't we make the entire Amphoreus yandere then? Because they are so yummy, of course. (Heavy on Aglaea.)

According to the leaks, it seems like all Titans or Chrysos Heirs have one thing in common — Imperfection.

Like, for Mydei, he is immortal. Castorice is everything she touches will die. Aglaea lost her sight. And many more for the rest. But Phainon seems to be different, as he is referred to as a perfect Chrysos Heir with no imperfection.

So, I am thinking about a silly Abundance reader, who somehow can apparently cure and fix their imperfection in an amount of time without knowing, wandering around Amphoreus and its cities for sightseeing, not acknowledging how much they have affected and changed other lives... Until the day they have to go.

But especially for Aglaea, whose ability can read other minds, will definitely make it impossible for darling to escape. Hehe, and I wonder how far Castorice will go for someone that perfectly fit for her, trying to escape.

By the way, we need more Phainon x reader fanfic and the rest x reader.

[fisshbones]

Can you trust them with your drink? (Amphoreus edition)

Small hcs! featuring Phainon, Cipher, Mydei, Castorice, Anaxa, & Aglaea

cw: short, probably ooc, mentions of being drunk, anaxa’s gun, mentions of spiking drinks/drugging (none actually happens though,) gn reader, not proofread, platonic

Phainon

- Yesn’t

- Phainon won’t let ANYONE touch your drink besides you and himself, but depending on how drunk he is he might mistake your drink for his.

- He’s done this with multiple times “accidentally.” It’s probably the third time tonight that he’s downed someone else’s drink.

- And if you catch him drinking your drink he’ll awkwardly laugh and scratch his neck, then apologize. Hell he even offer to get you another drink- on his tab this time.

Castorice

- assuming that you won’t die from being so close to her

- Yes!! You can trust her, and she takes this job very seriously.

- While people already normally stay out of her way; the dark looks she gives people if they even glance at your drink scares anyone away.

- Unlike Phainon she wouldn’t dare take a sip from your drink, not even accidentally ♡

Cipher

- no. lol

- The moment you leave Cipher is putting that drink on some random table and going back to pick pocketing random people.

- If you try to find her for your drink good luck, she’s too fast for you. She’ll doge you and your questions at the speed of light.

- Oh- and don’t bother with buying another drink, when you check your pockets/wallet/purse you’ll notice she stole every last coin.

Mydei

- Kinda? It’s safe to leave your drink with him but it might not be there when you come back.

- Mydei would never tamper with almost anyone’s drinks including yours,

- But he tends to move around a lot in these places so he might spill some here and there. It’s not like it’s on purpose but just be aware quite an amount of that drink may end up on the floor.

Anaxagoras

- Are you two close? If you are? Yes! If not? Hell nah

- Given you two are close he’ll give point stares to anyone who walks nears that drink. If someone asks for your drink or tries to tamper with it, he will insult that person and their entire bloodline so badly that the perpetrator will actively avoid both of you for years to come. Or just take his gun out as a scare tactic.

- And if you’re not close, or if you’re Aglaea he might just pour out your drink entirely. Don’t ask for a replacement drink from him either, he’ll just stare at you like you’re the dumbest person alive.

Aglaea

- She won’t even let you hand her your drink, if you even ask her to hold it just act like she didn’t hear you and walk away.

- But let’s pretend she likes you enough to hold it-

- She’ll cover the top of your cup with a napkin and put her hand over top of the napkin just to be extra careful.

- Most people won’t bother her nor your drink when she’s has it. If some idiot tries to mess with the drink, thinking she won’t notice they’re sadly mistaken. She won’t let a grave act like this go unpunished, but that can wait for later.

- When you come back Aglaea will let you know if someone was acting suspiciously and tell you to be careful. Though if you forget her threads can keep watch for you.

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[shalfeis]

love your writing about hsr characters as a cat can we have more of them please 😭🙏🏻?

reader x jiaoqiu, castorice, sunday + robin (separately)

possible ooc

part 1, part 2, part 3

Jiaoqiu

Your most (not)calm and most cunning cat. If you have other pets, he gets along well with them.

He likes his food to be at least a little more spicy than it should be. One day, he managed to steal a couple of hot chili peppers and added them to his main "dish." I take it it's logical that he then lay with indigestion and suffered?

He's crazy about cooking in general, so you cook exclusively with him. However, you need to make sure that he doesn't bring anything sharp to your hand. But hey, it's fun to cook with him.

Once you were cooking soup and you had to step back, and you jokingly told Jiaoqiu to meow if the soup started to boil. What was your surprise when he actually came and started meowing and the soup was boiling. You looked at him a little askance.

He has a very fluffy coat. Like, really. Especially the tail. He had to buy a lot of hair care products: shampoos, conditioners, various balms. But it's worth it, after a couple of hours after bathing and spa treatments, it looks like it's from an exhibition. P. S. He is calm about bathing.

If this guy does something wrong, in most cases he can get away with it. You swear that you sometimes notice his smirking gaze.

If you are working, he will sit next to you in the loaf position and wait patiently. Your movies go like this - you're sitting on the couch, and Jiaoqiu is lying on your lap. Go to bed with your arms around each other. Bonus points for fluffiness and quiet purring. You don't want to get out of bed afterwards.

When you feel bad or sad, he comes up to you, purrs and licks your face. You hug him, and after a while you feel better.

He treats visitors neutrally. He will either lazily sit on the couch and watch them, or he will sit next to you in the loaf position.

You love and appreciate each other very much. Like, really.

Castorice

A very affectionate and sweet cat. At first, she shunned you when you took her from the orphanage, but gradually warmed up to you. She started answering to her name and "talking" to you.

She's well-mannered, so she has her place at the table. You have breakfast, lunch and dinner together.

She loves it when you brush her fur. You bought her a nice comb that doesn't scratch her skin. Castorice purrs softly because she likes it when you pay attention to her.

She is not afraid of water because she is a strong girl. The same goes for cutting claws and going to the vet.

You once bought a small crown, put it on Castorice's head and shaped it. Now this photo is on your phone wallpaper. She looks so adorable that you can't resist taking a couple of photos.

She usually treats guests neutrally, but if she notices that you're uncomfortable, she'll glare at that person until he feels uncomfortable. But the most interesting thing is that when you look at her, she looks like a little angel. This man, suddenly fearing for his life, hurriedly leaves the house, and you exhale with relief.

Castorice loves to cuddle with you. Whether it's cooking, watching movies, doing work, or reading a book, she'll be there for you. She's not obtrusive, she's just like that.

So that she won't be lonely while you're away, you made her a plush cat. Sometimes when you come home, you find her sleeping and hugging this toy.

Castorice has become very attached to you, as well as you to her. One could only dream of a better life.

Sunday + Robin

Do you know these "take one item, get another as a gift" promotions? We can say that this case is about them. Your furry little siblings were overexposed at first, and then they stayed at your home.

Robin is a little more playful than her older brother, and a little more talkative. Sunday is more collected, but this does not negate the fact that he also likes to chat from time to time.

They listen to you attentively when you can't contain your emotions and you just need to tell someone about what happened. And how can you resist when you have two wonderful listeners?

Your water treatments are quite fun, although sometimes they take a long time. They play with water and bubbles, and of course they play with you. Then they relax in a soft towel in your arms and gently dry.

They have the right balanced diet, and sometimes you buy them treats. They also have some cool toys.

Siblings once fell asleep hugging each other on your bed. You took a picture of them before they woke up, and put the photo on your desktop.

They immediately notice the difference in your behavior and feelings. Therefore, to make you feel better, they will come up to you and start purring. It relieves all stress immediately.

They react differently to the guests. If Robin can get to know a person there, or greet them, then Sunday keeps his distance and makes sure that this/these person/ people do not try to harm his family members (Robin and you).

You're also traveling together. You save up a certain amount of money and when you have a vacation, you go to different places with your cats. Once you were at the sea, in the forest on a picnic and many other places. They are very comfortable to ride with, you definitely won't get bored.

These siblings love you very much, and so do you. There is always a cozy and peaceful atmosphere in your home.