#castorice x reader

[thequietkid-moonie]

⸺ Castorice

⚘ "My biggest dream is to have a happy life with you at my side"

⚘ A bitter-sweet dream before the end

⚘ "let me stay with you at least for a little longer"

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[bonusek]

can You write a scenario for Castorice x pregnant! S/O (maybe when reader tells Castorice the baby ies kicking and así her to feel it)

Castorice x Pregnant!Reader

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It's been a while since you got pregnant. Castorice was worried from the very beginning. She stayed away from you, not wanting to hurt you or the baby. So no hugs or kisses from her! You were a little devastated, but you understood her concern. She couldn't risk it. But you also couldn't help but feel lonely and long for her touch. You sigh deeply and lean back against the couch, placing your hands on your stomach. Relaxing, you suddenly feel a stirring in your belly. "Oh?" you giggle, rubbing your belly affectionately. It seems your baby is in a mischievous mood. "Cas!" you call to Castorice, who quickly bursts through the door at your voice. "Y-Y/N…! Are you okay…? I heard you calling…" You can see the obvious concern on her face as she squeezes your hands. She's been like this ever since she found out you were pregnant. You shake your head and smile sweetly at her worried face, guiding her gloved hands to your belly. "Can you feel that?" Your gesture makes her eyes widen in surprise, and she even gasps softly as she moves them and feels a kick in your stomach. She's silent for a moment, simply resting her gloved hands on your belly in peace. Eventually, she relaxes and smiles at the sight of your baby kicking. You can't help but move your hand to stroke her hair, making her look at you in confusion. "Don't look at me like that, Cas. You're so cute, and I can't help myself." She follows your finger with her gaze as you playfully poke her nose.

Castorice pulls away and sits next to you as she finishes rubbing your belly. She glances at you from the corner of her eye, nervously fidgeting with her fingers. "She's very energetic today." Her words are so quiet you have to lean in closer to hear them. You take her hand in yours and stroke it reassuringly with your thumb. "She is," you comment, a small smile on your face that immediately spreads to Castorice. She can't contain her happiness, even though she's nervous. But she knows she has to be strong for you and your baby. She needs to stop running away and take responsibility. "Do you think she'll let me braid her hair?" she asks, hope in her eyes. Your answer is quick and warm. "Definitely." Your words bring tears to Castorice's eyes, which she quickly wipes away. She feels so happy now, and she's grateful for you.

“I love you, Castorice.” You kiss the top of her head gently, nothing but pure love.

“You’re far too good for me, Y/N…” She says, leaning into your touch, then whispers, “I love you too.”

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[notesfromthemirror]

May I request something soft and cute that's been on my mind for a bit? For—drumroll—Castorice.

In which one day, Reader comes up with the sudden idea. Since they can't hug her directly to offer comfort when she's sad, they bring a stuffed toy or small pillow, hug it tightly for a few seconds, and then gently push it into her arms. To share the warmth and emotion as best they can. After that, the same concept gradually moves to other things. Patting her head with the toy's "hand" instead of their own, or holding the handles of a bag or basket together in place of holding hands while navigating a crowded place or something.

The connection with Reader can be friends, found family, or pre-relationship (though I don't want it to focus on them getting together if you go that route... if that's alright). I don't have a set dynamic in mind; I just think it would be a nice thing to do for her in general. Meeting her halfway, and finding ways to alleviate that particular aspect of loneliness alongside the company, if only a bit.

And even if you don't end up with the inspiration to write it, it's still a cute lil thing to think about in the moment. ^^

–🌔

The Shape of Nearness (Castorice x Reader)

A/N: Hi again 🌔 anon! :) Thank you for your lovely request and for your patience. :) I’ll admit I was a little nervous since I don’t usually write for female characters, but I’ve mentioned before that I’m open to it (and I really do love Castorice), so I wanted to give it a try.

I kept the dynamic intentionally ambiguous, so it can be read as platonic, found family, or pre-relationship depending on how you prefer it. I hope I did your idea justice. :) Enjoy!

Tags: Fluff. Platonic or Romantic (Ambiguous). Comfort. Soft Moments. Emotional Intimacy. Indirect Touch.

Word count: 1052

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The first time you do it, it’s almost an accident.

You don’t think. You just act.

Castorice is sitting beside you in the Garden of Life, a careful distance maintained as always.

Her hands are folded neatly in her lap. She’s been quieter than usual. Not withdrawn, exactly, but that particular stillness you’ve learned to recognize.

The light is gentle here, and the flowers nearby nod in a slow breeze. Everything is peaceful.

You don’t ask what happened in Aidonia. She rarely answers those questions directly, and you’ve come to understand that she carries what she carries in her own way, in her own time.

The best thing you can offer is simply to be here, in the space beside her, without demanding she fill it with explanation.

Instead, you reach into your bag.

“Wait a second,” you murmur.

She tilts her head slightly, watching you with that quiet, attentive gaze.

You pull out a small plush. Round-faced, soft, something you’d picked up weeks ago without quite knowing why. You hesitate for only a moment. Then you wrap your arms around it, pulling it against your chest.

You stay like that.

Long enough for warmth to settle into it. Long enough for the intention to take shape.

Castorice’s gaze rests on you.

Then, gently, you extend it toward her.

“…Here.”

She doesn’t take it immediately.

Her eyes move from the plush to your hands and back again, with the careful quality of someone trying to understand something that hasn’t yet been explained.

“This is…?”

“A substitute," you say, a little awkwardly. “Since I can’t—”

You stop yourself. She already knows. Of course she does.

You try again, softer. “I thought maybe it could carry it for me. Just a little. The—the warmth.”

Silence.

Then, slowly, carefully, Castorice reaches out.

Her fingers brush the plush first. Then she takes it, and cradles it against herself with a gentleness that makes something in your throat tighten.

The moment she pulls it close, something in her expression changes. Like a window, briefly, into somewhere she doesn’t usually let people see.

“…It’s warm,” she murmurs.

Relief loosens something in your chest. “Good. That was the idea.”

She studies the plush for a long moment, hands resting around it as though she’s memorizing the weight of it, the texture.

“…I make things like this,” she says quietly. “Plushies. When the nights are long.” She pauses. “They’re something I can hold. And they make me sleep better.”

Her voice is thoughtful, not sad. The way she tends to say heavy things, with a kind of clear-eyed acceptance. “They’re not gone when morning comes.”

“I remember you mentioning that,” you say.

She looks at you. “You remembered.”

“I remember most things you tell me.”

She’s quiet for a moment, something moving through her expression that she doesn’t quite name. Then she adjusts her hold on the plush, just slightly, pulling it a fraction closer.

“The souls I guide,” she begins, then stops. “They are often surprised that someone is there. That they don’t have to go alone." She looks down at the plush in her hands. “I think that is the thing that stays with me. After.”

You don’t fill the silence. You’ve learned that she doesn’t need you to.

“It must be heavy,” you say, after a moment.

“Sometimes.” She looks up at you, clear and honest. “But I would not trade it. It matters, that they are not alone. Even if I cannot—” She stops. Looks at the careful distance between your hands.

So you reach out.

You stop just short of her. Then you take the plush’s small arm between your fingers and lightly tap it against the top of her head.

A soft, deliberate pat.

Castorice freezes. Then she blinks.

“…What are you doing?”

“Patting your head,” you say, completely serious. “Indirectly.”

A quiet, breath-soft laugh slips free. “That is,” she says, “very creative.”

“I’m adapting to available resources.”

She laughs again. “…I can see that.”

Her fingers tighten slightly around the plush. When she looks at you again, there’s something warm in it.

“May I?” she asks.

You nod.

She adjusts her hold carefully, then uses the plush to nudge your shoulder. A soft, almost hesitant little push. Testing the shape of the gesture.

You smile. “See? It works both ways.”

“…Yes,” she says, thoughtful and quiet. “It does.”

The space between you doesn’t close. It never quite can. But some other kind of distance is less fixed now.

Later, when the two of you move through Marmoreal Market, Castorice pauses near a stall hung with woven baskets and small handmade things, her gaze lingering on the colors. You watch how she lifts her hands, then lowers them again.

You reach past her and lift one of the baskets by its woven handle.

“Hold this with me?” you ask.

She looks at you. Then at the handle. Then at you again, with that expression she gets when she’s understood something you haven’t said.

“…Like this?”

“Like that.”

Your fingers wrap around one side, hers settle on the other. You move forward together into the press of the market, the noise and color and warmth of it flowing around you both while your shared grip on the basket holds steady.

It’s not quite hand-holding.

Not really.

But the distance between you has a shape now, something defined rather than simply empty, and when the crowd surges and you both adjust your grip at the same moment she makes a small sound. Half surprise, half something softer.

“Farewells always arrive so quickly,” she murmurs, after a while. Not to the crowd. To you.

You glance at her.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you say.

She considers this with that thoughtful quality she brings to most things, like she’s weighing the words carefully before deciding what to do with them.

“…No,” she says finally. “You’re not.”

Eventually, she pauses and looks down at the basket still held between you both.

“…You make things feel less impossible,” she says.

The words settle between you.

You don’t rush to answer.

Instead you shift your grip on the basket and keep walking.

“Good,” you say at last.

Castorice looks at you and smiles.

And this time, when she adjusts her hold to match yours, her fingers don’t hesitate.

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A/N: Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed it. :)

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[dreamjoymemoir]

ougghhh I want castorice and polyxia stuff but I have no ideas do you

because of polyxia's condition i am thinking that she is very sympathetic to a reader with chronic illness or fatigue and it's a soothing thought. she never trivializes your struggles and wants to do what she can to help even if her mobility is limited. maybe she will just hold your hand while you lay in bed, or she speaks quietly to keep you company. she likes telling you about how her garden is doing and what sorts of animals or insects she saw that day. being ill or bedbound can be quite a lonely experience and she understands this

on a different note, i suddenly remembered gamer castorice and realized that it's such a good venue for her to hang out with her partner. like if you're playing a co-op game and you can jump around each other and trade items and interact in ways she might be unable to in real life. and she loves a good story so playing a cool immersive game with you makes it even more fun! lvl 1000 mmo god castorice guiding her lvl 5 newbie partner through the beginning areas. consider it

[bonusek]

Would you write headcanos for Aglaea,Castorice, Cerydra and Hysilens x pregnant! S/o? (...i can see Hysilens concern because her couple is a human bearing a half siren baby and she don't know the risk of that. Or Castorice scared of hurting s/o and their baby with her touch until her couple huggs her and tell her to feel the kicking)

Amphoreus girlies, I see! No problem 👍

Aglaea, Castorice, Cerydra and Hysilens with Pregnant!reader

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Aglaea

° I think Aglaea knew about your pregnancy before you told her, and you don't know how. But it seems her golden threads sense everything. After all she needs to know that you are all good. She's also making sure you get the best care after the baby is born, because as her lover, you deserve it.

° Aglaea also sews clothes for your baby because, let's be honest, she knows the ball. And it really does turn out adorable! But what can you expect from the best dream dressmaster in Okhema? Maybe she'll even sew some cute little accessories?

° She enjoys taking your child for walks in the garden, showing them the flowers in bloom this season. She can't help but smile when your little baby curiously reaches out to touch a flower. She feels the warmth spreading through her body, but also her protective nature. Although she allows you to move around Okhema with your child, she can't shake the anxiety that plagues her. Perhaps she's become too used to you...

Castorice

° I can see the pure shock on her face when you tell her you're pregnant. And most surprisingly, with her child! (How did you even manage that...? No one's judging you.) She walks around with her hands on her head, worried she might accidentally hurt your baby! You hold her hands and hug her, assuring her everything will be okay. You understand she's very happy, but just scared.

° When you tell her to press her face against your belly, her eyes widen and her ears twitch with surprise as she feels the baby kick. She runs her gloved hand over your belly, gently stroking it, as if she's afraid she'll hurt you. Finally, a relaxed smile spreads across her face.

° When the baby is born, Castorice decides to do everything in her power. After all, she loves you both and can't leave you alone in this situation. Like Aglaea, she enjoys spending time with your child in the garden, making a flower crown for it. Even though it's risky, she enjoys petting its head and running her fingers through its hair.

Cerydra

° Cerydra almost drops her teacup when you tell her that . For the first time in her life, she's too stunned to speak. She asks you a few questions, if you're sure, before she finally realizes she really did get you pregnant. It takes her a moment to compose herself, but when she does, something inside her changes. The coldness disappears (but her nonchalance doesn't lol) .

° Whenever you catch her looking at your belly, she immediately looks away in embarrassment. She's even more embarrassed when you tell her she can touch it. Her hand trembles as she strokes your belly, but she slowly calms down and smiles softly (but don't mention it, or she'll scold you).

° Her attitude also changes after the baby is born. She frowns with irritation at the baby's crying because she can't concentrate. But how can she be angry at her own child? When you're not around, she tries to teach it how to play chess, but it's too early to teach a child something like that... You once caught her red-handed and told her to stop brainwashing your child...

Hysilens

° Hysilens is very happy about your pregnancy, as she can raise the child with her lover! She even cried a little when she heard the news. But she didn't consider the consequences, since you're a human and she's a siren. What if the child gets sick because of it? And worse, what about you?

° She's scared because she doesn't know what's going to happen. You try to calm her down by holding her hands and gently kissing the top of her head. She's more nervous than you are. She helps you with everything, whether it's when you need something or just offering emotional support. She's there for you.

When the birth is successful, she's there with tears in her eyes as she sees her beautiful baby in your arms. It's indeed half-human, half-siren, with ears slightly longer than normal and scales on its body.

° Hysilens takes on the role of mother and cares for the baby so you can rest. Later, when the baby is a little older, she enjoys bathing with it, watching it happily splash in the water.

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[vikkirosko]

Castorice and Firefly from HSR in seperate headcanon with their s/o who was dead has been reincarnated to next life, still same person but don't remember their past life

Have a nice day and take care :)

Headcanons Reincarnation

🦋 Castorice x Reader 🌺

Castorice is used to being alone. One touch of hers could lead to death. But you were with her before. She loved you, but you died protecting people. There was nothing anyone could do to save you, and she was left alone again. It broke her heart, but she kept her pain to herself. It went on like this until one day you came to the city. You were wearing different clothes, but it was definitely you. Everyone who knew you before recognized you. You had the same appearance, the same manner of communication, the same habits, even the same name. But you didn't remember anything. You didn't remember your past life, and when Castorice realized this, her heart hurt again. She almost believed that you were back, but the pain of loss was waiting for her again

At first, she tried to keep her distance from you. She didn't want you to die because of her, but you seemed to be attracted to her. You couldn't explain why you wanted to communicate with her, but you tried to make friends with her. Understanding her abilities, you maintained a safe distance, but you still sought to communicate with her. At first, Castorice was quiet. She didn't know how to be with you. She wanted you to be together like before, but she understood that you simply did not remember any of this. However, the fact that you were eager to communicate with her again and be by her side gave her hope that at least some of the past could still be brought back

At some point, you started paying attention to her again. She remembered how you courted her before you confessed that you were in love with her and now the story was repeating itself. She knew she should have stopped you so it wouldn't hurt so much anymore, but her heart was fluttering in her chest again and she knew she wanted you to be with her again. Her feelings for you haven't gone away, and the fact that even when you were reborn, you fell in love with her warmed her heart. Castorice wanted to hug you, wanted to feel you take her hand, but she knew it was impossible. She couldn't do anything without hurting you, but you stayed by her side anyway, smiling tenderly at her and ready to love her even if you could never touch even the tips of each other's fingers

Castorice hoped that you would never leave her again. She sincerely wanted you to stay by her side and that even death would not be able to separate you. You couldn't know what the future held for you, but as long as you had the opportunity, you stayed close even though you didn't remember what happened in your past life. You had a new life and you weren't going to miss a single moment

🌠 Firefly x Reader 🤖

Firefly has faced losses many times in her life. One of the hardest losses for her was your death. You were together with her and she genuinely loved you, but your life was cut short. You shouldn't have died. It was an accident, but nothing could be changed. She was left alone. Firefly was sure of it, and her feelings for you were locked deep in her heart. She was sure that you would only be able to meet when she said goodbye to her life, until one day she met you. It was definitely you. The same appearance, the same habits, the same manner of communication, and even the same name. But it wasn't you. The one she knew had died, and now you were reborn and you had no memory of being acquainted with Firefly

You and Firefly worked together. Each time, she tried not to immerse herself in the memories of how you used to spend time together. You were friendly with her, and every time she looked at your smile, she remembered how you used to be. She wanted to believe that your death was just a bad dream, but she knew that wasn't the case. You've heard others talking about you and how you've been reborn. You guessed that this was why Firefly was so tense around you, so you tried not to remind her of it. You tried to make her feel comfortable around you and appreciate what you were doing

At some point, she noticed that you started paying attention to her. She wouldn't have realized it before, but she's been through it before. She remembered how you showed her your feelings before, and now she saw you doing the same thing again. Even being reborn didn't change the way you showed her your feelings. Her feelings for you hadn't changed, and her heart was fluttering next to you again. She wanted to feel the warmth that she had already experienced again, and every day she responded more and more to your feelings

Firefly lost you once, and she wanted you to disappear from her life more. She tried to protect you and prevent you from being in danger. She accepted your attentions with embarrassment and tried to respond in kind. You had a new chance to be together, and she didn't want you to disappear again. She hoped that at least now you had a chance for happiness

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[lynketa]

Thinking about being childhood friends with Mydei and y'all get together but then, this bumbling ray of sunshine barrels through both of your lives and you're pretty sure Phainon's in love with Mydei... And Mydei's falling in love with Phainon.

Their excuse? They're just best friends. They're just close. As if best friends kiss in hiding and look at each other with loving eyes.

You're inherently pissed, heartbroken, and utterly out for revenge. So the next best thing is to get together with your best friends— not Mydei, not Phainon— but your girl friends who's, oh-so, eager to get your cookie.

Cipher is passive aggressively pulling you into make-outs right in the vicinity of Mydei— she doubles down and makes sure to call you the nickname he once called you. But when her voice does that signature drawl and bubbly giggle, you swear it drives you flustered beyond how Mydei once said it.

Castorice is far more tame and shy in her affections, but nonetheless starved. You'd expect her to be very subtle and soft, you never expected such a devoted worshipper. You could be doing nothing and she'd praise you with kisses on each knuckle. She'd kiss and compliment you despite looking so messed from work.

And when your boyfriend (who you haven't broken up with) and homewrecker confronts you about it, you just shrug and say "we're just best friends."

As if girl friends can't make out???