#castorice x reader

[anya-nya-nya]

Castorice’s love for crafting is also probably her love language. If her hands couldn't ever hold you then at least you can touch the same material that she touched so many times while making another trinket for you: maybe another paper bouquet or cute butterfly. Traces her fingers left can't convey the warmth of her love, but at least it will have her scent.

It's like an indirect kiss, but indirect holding hands… Though she would be really enchanted if you ever laid a kiss or two on her gift, right after receiving it and still looking in her eyes. She would be absolutely embarrassed, as if she never did the same before giving it to you.

[angeliteeyes]

Multifandom: Caleb (LADS), Castorice and Sparkle (HSR), Ei and Ganyu (GI)

I adore aus where the characters are aware of you in some way even though they're still in another world. My favorite of those concepts is an au where instead of them being your favorite gacha characters, you're THEIR fave.

I like to imagine that this version of them doesn't take place in their reality that we know of ingame. Instead, it's more of a modern au where they're just as chronically online and cringe as us lmao. Spamming their social media accounts when you get a new card (or whatever your game does) in all caps, falling asleep to videos of you talking. Maybe even writing long, angry replies on Reddit defending you and how you're best char. Here's some of the characters I feel particularly suit this idea

cw: mental illness (they're gacha addicts what else would you expect lol), mentions of death, light angst for some characters

-Caleb-

Listen, I can't NOT talk about Caleb here. This concept is practically made for his clingy, traumatized ass.

In this version of him, I imagine he started out pretty normal for a while actually, making friends pretty easily in his youth and all of that. Slowly but surely, though, things shifted. Family deaths piled up at an age where he just wasn't ready to handle that kind of emotional burden and... well, you know how guy friendships can be. He didn't really feel like he could turn to any of his real friends the way that he desperately needed to stop his entire world from falling apart.

And then there was your bright smile on his screen all of a sudden. He'd seen ads for the game you're in before, but he never got around to actually trying it out. Until that fateful day. After having gone through yet another funeral, his brain felt so fried and tired that he barely even processed his finger movements as he went through all the install screens, clicking the repetitive buttons and whatnot.

It's not like there's something wrong with the other characters or anything. They're fine and all, but he quickly started to realize just how much you stood out to him. How soothing everything about you was, as if you were actually there telling him everything would be okay. It doesn't take very long before he's full-on obsessed with you.

As a fan, he'd be so so pathetically jealous. Of course, he logically understands that he can't stop other people from looking at you, pulling for you, loving you... But holy hell if he doesn't want to just have you for himself, as ridiculous and impossible the notion is. He's the type of dude who'd legit get so heated over seeing someone mischaracterize you that he'd either send them a 1000 word rant or insta-block them. No in-between.

And yes, he would listen to your sweet voice every time he feels particularly lonely or grief hits too hard. You aren't going to judge him for crying, after all.

-Castorice-

Castorice in a modern au, in my opinion, would totally be a hospice worker. Ever since she was a child, she's had a knack for finding injured animals and would cradle them in her palms each and every time until they took their last breath. She's like an angel attracted to poor, suffering souls. Unfortunately, her young kid mind misinterprets the situation and believes she's cursed instead. It ultimately culminates into a full-blown phobia of touching people with both of her hands; it's just that ingrained in her that holding someone equals death.

Thankfully, as she gets older, she manages to cope with her fears a little better by putting her talent to good use. Whenever a patient in her care clearly expresses that they're ready to go, she's more than happy to help them pass on. But... it's still so achingly lonely. A real romantic relationship doesn't even process as an option to her, because, yknow. Physical intimacy.

That's why she grows so painfully attached to you, viewing you as her only real hope of having the lover she yearns for. Sure, she's not delusional. She knows you have a screen permanently forcing you two apart, but that's even better in her book. This way, her curse will never, ever harm you.

Castorice would absolutely be part of the hugging-a-pillow-and-imagining-it's-you club. Every single night, without fail, she wraps her arms and legs around her body pillow while imagining you. How warm you would actually be in her arms. She'd even go as far as to spray a scent on it—whatever reminds her the most of you while she's out shopping one day and picks it up.

As far as her online presence, she's definitely on the calmer side. Her account is filled to the brim with wholesome fanart of you, both reblogs and her own works. If anyone talks smack about you, she'll just block them and cleanse her soul with that adorable birthday art of you. Why waste precious energy on them when you're here to love and adore?

-Sparkle-

Sparkle is THE number one online troll, you can't convince me otherwise. Everyone else hates her so much, but somehow, they can never get rid of her presence. Aw, they blocked her newest account? Too bad, she's already got 3 other ones ready to go. But no matter how many times it changes, one thing remains consistent: that damn profile picture of you.

In a bizarre way, her determination to troll combined with your face being plastered next to her username kinda lets her... claim you? Nobody else would dare to use that photo of you as their profile pic, at least. It's not exactly the most orthodox way of showing her affection for you, but it gets similar results.

Now, everyone hates her and all, but most people have learned by now that she's best handled through methods like ignoring or blocking her. If they do that, typically Sparkle's attention wanes and she moves along to her next victim. But one person, one damn person, takes things too far. They start spamming insults towards you in her dms, tagging her in hate posts about you, everything to get under her skin. And it works like a charm. She's literally seething behind her dusty computer screen, losing her mind at every stupid notification sound.

Let's just say, that person won't be using social media again any time soon. Not once she's done with them.

-Ei-

It feels a bit strange, this version of Ei. Trust me when I say that every ounce of elegance and social skills her Genshin counterpart has flat-out doesn't exist in this world. I'm talking doesn't brush her hair most days, constant eyebags, won't even order at a drive-thru due to needing to talk to others, the works. It's not even necessarily that she's got social anxiety or anything like that. Ei plain old doesn't like people in this au, or at least, anyone other than you.

You're her rock that keeps her going every day. Why bother "making friends" when you're already here by her side every day? Why bother "taking care of her appearance" when you love her all the same? Her parents tried so hard to intervene and force her to act normal. They took away her devices and even forced her into therapy for as long as they legally could, but she just... wouldn't change. When they took her phone and computer, they'd expected her to switch hobbies. Maybe she'd pick up reading again. But every time they peek into her room, she's just sitting there with a vacant, empty expression. They can't hear it, but in her mind, you're still there right next to her keeping her company. It's honestly so heartbreaking to watch that they give up and let her have everything back again.

Truly, nothing else matters to her but you.

Unlike the others, she actually wouldn't have any social media presence whatsoever. Ei's stuck so far in her delusional attachment to you that she barely even can register the fact that she isn't your actual friend or partner. How could you not be, when you're together every moment of every day?

-Ganyu-

Ganyu's honestly probably the only one here with a genuinely healthy attachment level toward you, even if she admittedly uses you a lot to cope with her insecurities. You're just so, so sweet to her, having so many uplifting voice lines.

Her absolute favorite card of you is one where you're eating pastries with your game's mc. It comes with a corresponding unlockable event, where you encourage them to eat as much as they want. You even reassure them that no matter how they look or how much they weigh, you'll always love them. Essentially, you give Ganyu a free therapy session, and one that she greatly needs.

As much as she loves you, work forces her into being a filthy casual. Don't worry, though! She always makes time for limited content with you in it, like event stories and cards. Plus, she earns so much from her hard work. She can afford to spend an extra hundred... or five hundred... on duplicates of you. Even if your game's company is greedy as all hell, she still takes pride in funding them. If your game ever got the dreaded end-of-service announcement... she doesn't know what she'd do.

Her whale habits carry into social media, where she pays the bills of so many artists. They practically view her as a saint, both for how often she commissions them and for how willing she is to pay full price. Her? She's just happy to have all this extra content of you to admire. What a sweetheart ♡

[gojoidyll]

Castorice wished to hold you. To hold your hand. To caress your cheek. To run her fingers through your hair. To place a delicate kiss against your lips.

She wants to so as lovers would.

And yet...she was sure to keep a good distance from you so you wouldn't feel anything life threatening effects.

"Something wrong?"

You were always so considerate, too. You were so kind and thoughtful. And you would never run from her either. You wanted to be in her presence and at the beginning that was enough.

"What have you done?"

The question wasn't uttered from your lips. How could they be as she held you in her arms.

"I've learned to love," Castorice whispered.

[iseriacelestinadesaulniers]

Child! Fem reader

Platonic ONESHOT

Snowdrop

The snow never stopped falling in Aidonia. It danced in the air like quiet whispers, blanketing the world in stillness. Amid the drifting flurries stood Castorice, veiled in mourning hues, her long hair flowing like river mist. She walked alone, her steps barely imprinting the snow beneath. People never got close. They feared her, rightfully so. Her touch was death, her aura a silent executioner. Her presence alone wilted flowers and slowed the heartbeat of the living. But then, there was her.

A small figure, bundled in a coat far too big, standing at the edge of the cemetery where Castorice lingered. "Miss Lady?" the child called out, voice small but clear. Castorice turned slowly. "You should not be here."

The girl tilted her head. "I saw you… and I like your dress!" Her tiny boots crunched over the snow. "You look… lonely." Castorice remained silent. Loneliness wasn’t unfamiliar. It was a companion, for her. But the child walked closer, step after step, until she stood directly before the woman of death herself. Her tiny hands reached up. "Can I give you a hug?"

"No" Castorice said, softly but firm. "My touch brings ruin." The child smiled anyway. "I’m not scared." Before Castorice could stop her, the girl wrapped her arms around her waist. And… nothing happened.

Castorice’s eyes widened, her breath caught in her throat. The child’s warmth didn’t fade, and her pulse beat strong. She was untouched by the aura that poisoned all. "…How?" she whispered.

The girl looked up. "Maybe ‘cause I like you?" It was absurd. It made no sense. But the warmth in her chest, something she hadn’t felt in years, bloomed like a snowdrop breaking through frost.

After that day, the girl kept returning.

Sometimes, she talked about her dreams. Sometimes, she asked questions about Castorice’s "cool floating dragon." Sometimes, she just sat with her in silence. Castorice stopped warning her away.

Eventually, she started waiting for her.

[chiara-hotel]

Dating Her Characters: Castorice Written pre-3.2!!

✧ When she realizes her feelings for you, she tries to run away

✧ She unfortunately can’t touch anything, or else they’ll die so she always fears harming you

✧ Occasionally, you could hold her hand with gloves on, but nothing else, since she doesn't want you to be harmed

✧ If you convince her that you’ll love her no matter what, then she might enter a relationship with you

✧ Even after you both are together, it stays non-physical; she doesn't want you to die after all

✧ Her main love languages are quality time and receiving gifts

✧ She loves it whenever you buy her a small trinket, or even seeing your face light up when she buys you a trinkets

[locketsvault]

「 CUDDLING WITH AMPHOERUS 」

pairings: mydeimos x reader ፥ phainon x reader ፥ anaxagoras x reader ፥ castorice x reader

tags: gender neutral reader, no agab mentioned, first person, fluff, cuddling/phyiscal affection, canon angst/events mentioned

warnings: 3.2 spoilers, mentions of canon trauma/pasts

other parts: star rail ᨒ stellaron hunters ᨒ jarilo-vi ᨒ xianzhou ᨒ penacony ᨒ amphoreus

a/n: this should hopefully be a complete series in time. thus, I will not be taking requests for the next parts release, they’ll be pumped out in time. I do not mind taking requests on proper scenarios or more elaboration on a character though! no gender or sex mentioned, no pronouns either!

// mydeimos⌇˚.༄

⮑ Mydei is touched deprived asf. Listen, I don’t mean to lean into the stereotype of traumatized boy with mommy/daddy issues who never received love as a child. He’s genuinely touch deprived, and he does enjoy touch. I think he always would’ve no matter how his story went.

⮑ He gives off energy of a cocky prideful warrior when you don’t know him, but he is in fact very gentle. He’s not above affection, he’s just not used to it, and doesn’t go out of his way to seek it. But if you were to ask to give him a hug, he wouldn’t see why not. And his hugs btw, are so comforting. They’re gentle, but they engulf you, like a protective blanket. I need this man to hug me istg.

⮑ Pda is not really his thing, he prefers to keep it private. But I’d say holding your hand or wrapping an arm around you while you’re both out and about brings you comfort or calms you down, he will do it without question. And if anyone gives weird looks, one glare and they’re shut up.

⮑ You’ll mostly have to be the one to seek out cuddle time. He’s a busy guy, and he forgets cuddling is even an option. But he will never turn you down unless he has prior commitments to attend to. The main reason he may seek you out for cuddles, is if he really needs comfort. Then you’ll probably have him laying in your lap, pondering in his thoughts. Sometimes if it’s bad enough, he will lay on your chest to listen to your heart beat, to know you’re alive.

⮑ He’s almost always the big spoon in your cuddling positions, but he doesn’t mind what you two do, as long as you’re both comfortable. It’s rare for him to feel comfortable being little spoon, he’d prefer holding you, knowing you’re safe, and that he can protect you at any moment. (Don’t get me wrong I love little spoon mydei… but yk, trauma). He may not wish for more responsibility on his shoulders, but he will gladly always take care of you. He can’t see it as a responsibility.

⮑ Honestly… I give this man a 9/10. I deduct 1 point for his armor. That part is not fun.

// phainon⌇˚.༄

⮑ This boy both loves physical affection and is terrified of it… and I mean that in the funniest traumatized way possible. He’s naturally touchy, but when he wants cuddles? Nah he’s shy.

⮑ Hear me out. He’s an extrovert with little shame, if the bath incident taught us anything. He will cuddle you with a little grin on his face if you asked of him. But if he really likes you? He gets so shy, so flustered, and his self esteem issues kick in. It’s adorably sad.

⮑ Besides that, as I said, he’d happily do it. He’s not above pda either. He will cuddle you in public, he loves holding hands. He is 100% the type of person to wrap his arms around your waist and hook his chin in your shoulder while yapping away. And I’m sorry… but he’s not above using physical affection to mess with you in public either. I mean that sfw! He will pinch your sides or give you a squeee. Little shit… Though he does respect boundaries so if you say no he will stop and never do it again.

⮑ Who seeks out who is pretty balanced tbh. You both go to each other for affection and equal amount. Though he’s more likely to crawl into your bed and cuddle you. And he won’t admit it, but when he’s stressed out reviewing documents about what’s going on with Amphoreus, having you in his lap or playing with his hair always helps ease the burden.

⮑ Any position, he does not care. And yes, he will be little spoon sometimes. Sometimes being taken care of by you is what he needs to clam down. I can definitely picture him curled in your lap, eyes closed as you read a book, playing with his hair, a soft content sigh leaving his lips. He’s safe.

⮑ Despite the fact he can mess with you during cuddle time, I give him a 10/10. His cuddles are always relaxing, warm like the sun.

// anaxagoras⌇˚.༄

⮑ Oh boy… the great performer himself. See, unlike Mydeimos, he actually is arrogant and prideful. However, he also sleeps with a stuffed animal even as an adult. …need I say more?

⮑ He does not like letting other people touch him. He also will not admit when he does want to be touched. But if you dig deeper… he does actually want it. He’s a child at heart, a broken traumatized orphan who lost faith in everything and everyone. He does not like letting others touch him partially out of preference, no one is worthy of doing so, and it’s just not a comfortable feeling. But it’s also partially bc it’s vulnerable.

⮑ If you get close enough to him to even be allowed to touch him, it’s all you. Straight up. And with him, if he doesn’t explicitly say no, that’s a yes. But he has strange ways of avoiding saying yes that make you feel it’s a no. He’s a pain in the ass. And in the beginning, he will 100% glare at you when you pull him into a cuddle session. The more he gets used to it—and ultimately you—his gaze will soften, and he will be less volatile. First time hugging him? Takes him a minute to hug back. It’s not that he doesn’t like it, he just doesn’t know how to process it in a way that feels safe.

⮑ This may seem obvious but pda is a big no. Doesn’t matter how long you guys have been together, doesn’t matter if he’s jealous, he does not like it. But if no one is there, he won’t stop you. If the office is empty, even if there’s a chance someone could walk in, he’d allow you to sit in his lap while he grades. As long as you stay quiet ofc.

⮑ Positions with him are pretty basic at the start, and no he will not allow himself to be little spoon. That comes way later. Most common cuddle position is probably just laying against him with his arm wrapped around you. Nothing too much, nothing smothering. When it’s been a long time though, he will slowly stop fighting you when you try to spoon him, or pull him into your lap. But only once he feels safe enough to be vulnerable and allow someone truly in.

⮑ Anaxa is a very interesting person to analyze in this sense bc he’s so volatile and keeps a lot of himself hidden. Ultimately, I think he would appreciate touch, and he needs it to ground him or else he will continue losing himself (pre death ofc). He’s dangerous with his own body and life, but for you, he may tone it down. Cup his cheek, hug him, hold him to your heart.

⮑ Cuddles with the professor is about 5.5/10. I know, I love him I do, but it takes a lot to work with him on this.

// castorice⌇˚.༄

⮑ … sooo for the sake of this headcanon, you can touch her. Or else this would end right here. That being said, her shock when you could both touch her, and you could not because you’re dead, but because you just… can. She’s in tears. You’re hugging her tightly as she does. She needs it.

⮑ She’s been craving touch her entire life. She can’t touch her loved ones, and up until the events of the astral express spawning in, the only time she got to touch someone else loved, she killed them. But won’t kill you, she can’t. And finally, finally she can hold someone.

⮑ She is hesitant as all hells though, she doesn’t know how long it’ll last, if she can touch you now but the next time her curse will finally kick in. She needs a lot of time and patience before she feels safe enough to seek your touch. Once she’s secure in it, she loves touching you. She is always holding your hand when you two are out and about, squeezing it when she feels nervous. It grounds her.

⮑ She’s comfortable with pda, though sometimes hesitant because of all the whispers, she doesn’t like it. Other than that, she’s glad to be touchy with you in front of others. And her friends at all very glad for her. The keeps it to a minimum though.

⮑ Another one who’s balanced when it comes to who seeks it out. Again, at first due was very hesitant. But afterwards, you both seek each other out for cuddles and equal amount. When she’s had a nightmare she will come to you, and vice versa to be honest. Despite her having deaths touch for others, her touch to you brings you life. She’s so gentle and loving with each touch. Her hand grazing your cheek, running through your hair.

⮑ She’s a very fluid switch and has no preference to who’s big or little spoon. It’s genuinely whatever you want. Her favorite position is probably spooning you though, similar to Mydei she likes to be able to protect you, wrap her wings around you per se. No position is off limits as long as it’s comfortable.

⮑ 9/10, she’s a bit cold but that’s okay, her souls warmth is enough to counteract it.

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[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!

[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.

[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 mini version of yourself. 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.

[clowdywings]

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[xichilie]

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[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.

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[xioriaeee]

deathbloom ❀

Summary: The day’s work leaves you weary, but Castorice is there to help you rest.

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To turn desolation into fertility is your oath. The exhaustion it brings is your secret. You wouldn’t admit the latter to anyone, save for a certain lovely mortician.

“Even in silence, your spirit has no rest. Must you always give too much of yourself?” Though Castorice scolds you, there’s no bite in her words. In it lies something sweet and gentle - her care.

“What, you’re going soft on me now?” You flash her a cheeky grin. “C’mon, Cas. You know I don’t go down that easily.”

She doesn’t dignify that with an answer. Instead, she lets her cool touch brush softly against your wrist. You know she’s right. Hours spent making flowers bloom, filling the fields with vitality, and hearing children laugh has drained you madly. It was worthwhile, but here in Castorice’s arms, that world must wait.

“I appreciate your work, but not when it comes at the cost of your own health.” She finally murmurs. Her words are as pure as Aidonia’s snowfall. She’s spent so long watching life crumble and wither in her touch. You’re an outlier. You look at her, embrace her, and stay. 

She can’t bear the thought of losing a miracle like that.

“Gods…you’d really miss me, huh?” Your voice pulls her away from her melancholic trance. She doesn’t ignore the sudden fragility of your smile.

“It’s my way of saying I won’t allow you to overexert yourself.” The weight of her words is felt in the way her arms tighten around you.

“Yeah, yeah. Then why don’t you hold me tighter?”

Her answer sings of desperate acceptance, pulling you closer. “Yes. Let’s stay like this for as long as you need, my love.”

[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.

[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.

[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.