😳Hey I really like your cat headcanon , wonder if you will do it again with another character like mydei,anaxa and the other character from amphoreus or other character from other planet 🤔
I'm glad you liked it. It's been a while since I posted something, so you gave me some inspiration, I'm sorry if it took a long time.
possible ooc, and that's all, ig
reader x anaxa, mydei, march 7 (separately)
part 1, part 2, part 3
Anaxagoras
A fairly calm and non-confrontational cat. If you have other pets, then he treats them neutrally. Anaxa also generally doesn't make you uncomfortable.
He treats water procedures quite normally. He understands the need for it himself, even if he doesn't always like it.
Definitely picky about food. God forbid you give him the wrong brand of food, you'll get the most judgmental look in the world. He will pointedly turn away after that and go somewhere.
Anaxa watches various courses and webinars with you, and very carefully. He expresses his displeasure if he notices that the "teacher" is saying some nonsense unrelated to the lesson. For example, he will wag his tail irritably or snort.
And yes, you won't be able to shirk work with him. He starts looking at you so disapprovingly that you start feeling guilty. But hey, look at it this way! You just don't have deadlines, because all the work is done on time, and from time to time you get a pretty good bonus for it.
He's not the most talkative, but when he wants to get your attention, he meows softly and waves his paw. When he does that, your heart melts, he looks so charming. Bonus points for an eye patch.
He has a habit of coming to you late at night and going to sleep next to you and purring softly, and early in the morning he gets up and returns to his couch. You wouldn't even know about it if you hadn't woken up in the middle of the night one day. You were sure he was spending the whole night on the couch! What a tricky one.
Anaxa is not the best in terms of comfort or support, but nevertheless he will be there for you until you feel better. While you're spilling out everything that's bothering you, he listens to you carefully. After that, he will snuggle up to you a little, making it clear that he is near. It helps tremendously.
Anyway, either you have a bad memory, or he has too good a memory. He's constantly helping you find things, like house keys or a second glove, which for some reason is always missing. And he ALWAYS finds the things you need.
As for strangers in your home, it's a little difficult. He usually stays away from the guests and remains neutral. But if they call him Anaxa, then I feel sorry for them. He's proud of the name you gave him, Anaxagoras, so it makes him angry when someone distorts his name or doesn't pronounce it in full. The privilege of calling him Anaxa belongs only to his mistress (to you).
In general, he is not against the move. All that matters to him is that the house is comfortable and you like it. And sometimes a change of scenery doesn't hurt.
It may be difficult, it's not always clear, but Anaxa loves you. There's no way he's going to trade this life for a life with someone else.
Mydei
A big and calm cat. Easily gets along with other pets.
Not fussy about food at all. He'll eat everything, and yet he likes your cooking more than the food.
He loves cooking with you. Well, you don't let him get close to the stove, afraid he'll get hurt. But you let him be with you. His presence alone makes the cooking process more comfortable and fun.
Like Anaxa, he is calm about water procedures. He waits patiently until you finish combing his hair, washing and drying his fur.
Helps you with the cleaning. Yeah, he can't do much with his paws, but, he brings and takes away small objects, for example, a cloth or remote control, his toys, and so on. It's cute.
He's also quite good at consolation. If you're sad, he'll butt his head, sit on your lap, and start making cookies, while purring to everyone. Do I have to say that in a moment you forget why you were sad?
You swear that you won't find a partner because of your cat. Seriously, if they're not going to be the same as Mydei, then why are they needed at all? He's too good.
As for the guests, he treats them calmly. Prefers to watch them from the couch in the living room, or being next to you. Some of your visitors with children are afraid that such a big cat might harm them. But as you know, nothing like that happens. On the contrary, he seems to enjoy messing with them.
Mydei, like Anaxagoras, doesn't really like it when guests call him Mydei instead of Mydeimos, but he's already come to terms with it.
You go for a walk together from time to time. You have a lot of photos in which Mydei looks majestic, as if he is a very rare breed of cat, knows about it and is proud of it.
He may seem inaccessible, but in fact he's a sweetheart, the gentlest and kindest cat you've ever had. He loves you very much, just like you love him.
March 7
If the first two seemed pretty calm to you and you wanted someone more active, then get a walking hurricane, not like a Trailblazer, but still. You will never feel bored. She quickly establishes relationships with new pets.
She is very active and playful. You bought a lot of toys for her, and she likes them. Especially a big teddy bear, she can even fall asleep on it.
Also not exactly picky about food. She just likes some brands of food less than others, that's all. She eats your cooking with pleasure too.
If we are talking about water procedures, then three things must be observed: the first is that the water should be warm, not hot, the second is that some toys are needed, and the third is photographs. Although the latter is already being done, you just can't resist taking a couple of photos.
Speaking of photos. March is VERY photogenic, just really. You have a whole album dedicated to her. And she also somehow learned how to take photos herself on your phone. They're so funny that you can't help but laugh. You even started a blog for her on one of the social networks, and she quickly gained popularity.
She likes to watch you when you're doing something. Whether it's cooking, cleaning, or working on a project, she's interested in everything you do.
You're sleeping with your arms around each other. Of course, she has her own couch and stuff, but she prefers to sleep next to you.
She likes it when you have visitors. She examines them with interest, allows herself to be stroked. However, she doesn't really like it when someone starts teasing her with other names, like April 9 or September 4. But anyway, she's happy to have guests.
You can say that she will wholeheartedly support your decision to move, if there is one. She will miss the old house, of course, but she will also be very happy about the new one. So many new memories await!
She's very attached to you. You are inseparable, you love each other very much.
Can you do a NSFW fic of March 7th with an energy vampire s/o that can only recharge through "physical activities" if you catch my drift.
March 7th with an energy vampire S/O
A/n: This is my first time writing a pure smut fic, so I'm not sure how good this'll be. Please feel free to let me know if there's anything you'd like me to improve on. Also, March is very cute and I would like to hug her. Thank you for requesting, I hope you enjoy!
Smut ahead
It's a relatively quiet day on the express. Dan Heng is busy in the train's archives, Welt is scolding Stelle for digging through the trash again and Himeko is enjoying a cup of the most bitter coffee imaginable. The perfect time to sit down and read a book.
Which means it's also the perfect time for your girlfriend to start tugging on your arm and begging for your attention.
"Y/N, come on, I need you..."
"March, for the last time, I just started reading."
"But it's urgent!"
"...But not urgent enough that you could wait until after I'd sat down to ask me?"
"I thought I could hold it at first, but then I started thinking about last night, and-"
"D-Don't say it out loud, someone might hear you. Besides, I'm still full from last night."
"We can go as long as you want! I promise it'll taste super good!"
Being a vampire that feeds through sexual contact, you're a special case even amongst your fellow creatures of the night. As a result, most of the Express crew and the universe is unaware of your secret, with your girlfriend being the only one that knows for obvious reasons.
With the amount of stamina she has, she's practically a one-woman buffet to you. Though, at the same time, if you could still gain weight, the amount of energy you absorb from her would be enough to put you into a diabetic coma. You let out a sigh as you give in to your girlfriend's pleading puppy dog eyes.
"One round, twenty minutes. And you better not make a mess this time."
March beams at you and nods excitedly before quickly pulling you out of your chair and into her bedroom before you get the chance to put your book away. Hopefully, you won't regret this. March closes the door behind you with a giggle.
She wraps her arms around you into a tight hug. You kiss her neck, gently biting and sucking at her skin as she doesn't even try to hide her moans. She pulls back, looking at you with lustful eyes, then presses her lips against yours.
Her tongue pokes at your lower lip seeking entry into your mouth, which you gladly give her. Your tongues swirl and intertwine as you explore each other's mouths. Hers sets the pace, while the best you can do is try to match it.
As you kiss, March starts pushing you back towards her bed, making you sit down on it and forcing you to look up at her for a change. As your make out session deepens, March presses a couple of fingers against your crotch, a light tease of what's to come. Even this is enough to give you some energy, if only a trickle. A mere appetizer before the main course.
Taking her tongue out of your mouth and breaking the string of saliva connecting them, March switches places with you. She sits on the bed and pulls back her skirt, revealing nothing but her exposed folds underneath.
"Go ahead and lick, baby~"
Too caught up in your carnal desire to ask how she knew you'd agree to this, you lean down and start licking her like a dog in heat. Once you have a taste for her energy, you can't help but want more. You start by running your tongue back and forth along her thighs while she slowly and lovingly strokes your hair. You kiss and suck on her skin, marking her as you trace your way along to her vulva.
After a couple of minutes of this, you move on to her outer lips, giving them a few teasing licks, and look up at her. She matches your gaze with a slight pleading look, her hand moving slightly faster in your hair with a whimper.
"You're doing so good, baby. Keep it up."
Finally, you hit her clitoris. She lets out a sudden moan as she pushes your face towards her crotch. She starts rocking your hips against you, you respond by giving her clit a few soft sucks before moving outward. You tease her folds with your fingers, slowly moving them side-to-side while applying a gentle pressure.
"M-More...need more."
You move back to her clit, licking it more than before. You push a couple of fingers into her pussy, pressing them against her g-spot. Her moans become faster, hotter. She moves her hands from your hair to the bedsheets, clenching them so hard her knuckles could turn white as she leans back.
Her walls tighten around your fingers as her release draws near. She grips the sheets harder, you look up to see the steam forming in the air from her hot, heavy moans. She looks down at you in what can only be described as nothing but love and affection. The more sexual energy you absorb from her, the faster your tongue and fingers move, the more raw pleasure she gives off in a perpetual motion machine of pure lust.
"Aahn~ C-Cumming, I-I'm cumming~"
Before you can move away, her legs wrap around your shoulders and pull your head closer, climaxing against your face and coating your mouth in her cum.
"Haa...Haa...I'm sorry, baby. I just couldn't help myself. ...Baby?"
You stand over her with a lustful gaze as you take your shirt off.
"It's fine, my love. Although, I think it's only fair I take some...compensation for my efforts."
"Huh? What happened to only one round?"
"You broke the rules first, so I should be allowed to do the same, right? Besides, it's like you with your juice. Once I start, I just can't stop."
Before she can get out a reply, you kiss her on the lips, her cum in your mouth mixing with the saliva in hers. She's surprised at first, before letting out another of her cute moans you love so much. You start rubbing her clit with your right hand, and playing with her nipple with your left.
You break the kiss as you both catch your breath. You stand up straight, and slowly reveal your crotch to her, with March taking off her shirt. You lean over her once more, rubbing your groin against hers as you lick her nipple while twisting and rolling her other nipple with your fingers. More and more of her energy flows into you, pushing you onward relentlessly. Although, judging by the blissful look on your girlfriend's face, you doubt March wants to stop anytime soon either.
You pull back a little to gaze over your girlfriend's body. Her pussy, which causes March to let out the sweetest moans when teased. Her nipples, which puff up at just the slightest touch. And, most importantly of all, her eyes. Eyes that gaze into your soul, and see you for who you truly are. Not the piece of meat everyone who you had to sleep with to stave off your hunger saw you as, nor the promiscuous hypersexual everyone who knew of your reputation thought you were.
She only sees you as the love of her life, just as you do with her.
You and March continue grinding against one another as you lean down to share another kiss with your lover. Your chests press against each other, your rhythm completely in sync, and this continues all the way up to your simultaneous release.
"Nnng~ C-Cumming!"
As you and March release onto the sheets, you collapse onto the bed, laying on your side to allow March to cuddle into you.
"Y'know, we should probably clean this mess up..."
"Mmm, I'll get Himeko or Mr Yang to clean them tomorrow. I'm too tired right now."
"S-Sorry, I might've gotten carried away and drained too much. Do you want some water?"
"No, I'm fine. Just cuddle me to sleep, ok?"
"Ok, good night, my love. Have sweet dreams."
"Good night, baby. I'll always love you...now, and forever."
Hellooo, I was wondering if you could make some March (or evernight, or both) x Astral Express reader hcs,,, I'm yearning *hard* for nsfw march content, I only find fluff 😞
march x astral express member!fem!reader hc
an ; ofccc dear!! i’ll do a tame march for this one but lmk if u want more! hope you like it!
tags; smut, nsfw, eater, fingering, 69, praise kink, cuddles after sex, SUPER good aftercare, bath sex,
march who loves foreplay.. like really loves foreplay. before anything starts her hands are immediately under your pants and rubbing your soft bud.
march who has a really big ego and acts all dom but in reality she’s a sucker for you and allows you to control what you want her to do.
march who fingers you soooo divine, she’ll get messy to! if you keep giving her praises she’ll actually go insane. she makes you sooo drippy and good in a second.
march whose favorite position is 69, she loves it because both of you guys can get pleasure from it. if shes a messy fingerer shes a messy eater for sure!
march who can cum or squirt in your mouth if you praise her for her work of love!
march who nips your clit after you cum in her mouth.. yes she slurps it allll up!
march who gets you cleaned up after sex with a warm bath and roses in it.
march who makes you two share the bath and she slowly creeps to finger you in the bath..
march who makes you all whiney and whimpery after you cumming again but gives you sooo much neck kisses afterwards!
march who just loves giving you amazing aftercare of love and cuddles <3
all made by angelickitties - dont put my work into ai - characters not mine
Imagine March 7th having a crush on you! You would probably be her best friend at first but after seeing you protect her in battle or against an insult, she felt her heart start beating more and more around you. Despite her normally bubbly and loving personality, around you, she would get quiet. Around you she suddenly became shy and quiet. With a slightly tinted red face, she would greet you then say she needed to be somewhere else! Everyone could see the sudden change of personality and was worried.
One of the first people she told was Dan Heng, he had absolutely nothing of useful advice for her (in March’s opinion). The second was Himeko, she hoped Himeko will provide her with older sisterly advice and she got exactly that. Himeko told her to invite you over and have her tell you her feelings.
March 7th finally got up the courage to invite you over to her room for a “girl’s night” (doesn’t matter your gender). You’d find yourself awkwardly sitting down on her bed, with some sweet tea in hand as March tries her best to procrastinate doing what she set out to do. After playing some games with her and talking, you knew there was something else she wanted to say but she wouldn’t spit it out. You’d fling yourself on her bed in frustration and tell her how weird she’s been acting! She no longer hangs out with you! She never talks to you anymore! It’s frustrating! Does she not even want to be friends anymore?! You keep your back to her on the bed, every time she tries to see your face, you roll to the other side. Till she finally gathers the bravery to crawl on her bed next to you. She wraps her arms around you, her knees under yours and she presses her chest into your back.
So this will be just be the general head-canons about how the different cultures in HSR would be structures in a soulmate AU (alias how soulmates influenced laws and cultures), and how the playable characters view them. I will later add a image for each character. When we are induced to new cultures in the game i might add a part 2 to this.
Soulmates are general confirmed and accepted, nobody is really denying that they exist. But depending on who your soulmate is you might find stark differences in how they will view you and what is expected of you. For given that soulmates are confirmed for centuries, this knowledge shaped societies -some in culture, some even in law. Each planet has they own way of doing this.
Overall it is believed that the soulmate marks where blessing send out by the Aeons, a gift that all of them send out in junction. These soulmates have three parts; The first is Sign -a physical mark on the body -each match have a tattoo that both of them have since birth, absolute matching one-another in shape and placement. Second is Recognition -there is a instinctive bond between soulmates to protect and trust. Not enough to control once actions, but enough to sway the undecided. Hereby it doesn't matter if they even know their soulmate is involved -if for example a ship is in danger, and a soulmate has a match on that ship without knowing or any indications, the soulmate will lean towards protecting the ship. The last is different for each race; Protection will give what a match needs to stay together. If one soulmate ages slower than the other, their match will age normally till they reach the physical age of their soulmate, then have their aging slow down to the same space. If a soulmates race has a special ability like breathing under water or immunity to fire, then that will carry over.
In Belebog soulmates rarely found each other, what with the Eternal Freeze and later even with the ban between Under- and Overworld. Therefore people will be pretty open to marry somebody who is not their soulmate. That is if you haven't meet or have already lost their soulmate. If someone were to pursue someone else while their match is right next to them it would still turn some confused heads. But it isn't unheard of. Still, finding your match is considered special. The Landau Siblings, Gepard and Serval are a bit out the norm, wanting to wait for their soulmates. They haven't mentioned it to their parents, neither wanting to deal with the backlash and pressure to continue the family line -in fact they haven't even told each other. As for Bronya a romantic partner had not even been on the table till her soulmate shows up. From there on she feels lost, she doesn't want to let go of this possibility, but she also have no idea what to do with a soulmate. Others who would be blindsided by a match showing up where Natasha and Seele. Nat doesn't think she deserves a soulmate, her match has to convince her to give them a chance. Seele meanwhile had regarded finding a match as a fairy tale scenario, highly unlikely -even if she claimed to wait for them to stop her admirers. It was only a line, you know. Sampo is open-minded to finding a soulmate, but isn't searching or waiting. Pela used to believe she would find her soulmate and was ready to fight for that. Then she was sent to the frontlines of the Eternal Freeze and decided to give up and focus on reality.
People of the Xianzhou Alliance are the complete opposite. They believe that matches are scared and married from birth. It is not only outlawed, but unthinkable to be with anyone outside the Bond. Soulmates are often refers to as Kindreds. Found matches will usually move together that very same day. Exceptions are made for kids, in which case they will have constantly alternating sleepovers. Xianzhou and Foxians share they longevity with they matches, while Vidyadhara share they reincarnation-cycle ability. One would think that make it easier to find their match, and really each ship has they citizens register their Signs and there is open communications to help everyone find their spouse. But there is also a danger in that; matches are thought to be one of mind. Which means if a crime is committed, both soulmates receive the sentence. So if your aging acts up be careful, you don't know what your soulmate was up to. 'You didn't know' will not hold in front of their laws. However if you are the soulmate of Jing Yuan, Fu Xuan or Yukong, it's up to school with you. As their Kindred you are considered their second in command and must learn their people's law and train in combat. Yanqing's soulmate will face similar, but as he is still in training himself, it will be more relaxed. Each of them will of course be with you every step of the way. Sushang is currently searching for you. Tingyun is content to wait for you, she collets trinkets over the years to gift you when you finally meet. Qingque has only just returned from a Search so she is currently focusing on her own life, but she has diaries about her searches she plans to gift her soulmate. Loucha is more a nomad, so he doesn't consider you his spouse yet and fully plans to woe you off your feet, but he has high regard for the soulmate traditions of the Xianzhou and might be quickly influenced by them. Just keep in mind to set boundaries early with any of them, they respect you to much to overstep even if those boundaries are things they are unfamiliar with.
(Characters: Jing Yuan Fu Xuan Yukong Yanqing Sushang Tingyun Qingque Loucha)
Space-Nomads have an interesting case where either each member of the group stays true to their home world's culture or a group has developed their own soulmate culture while traveling together. Other space nomads go with a mix of the two. But overall they experienced enough other cultures that they will have no problem adjusting to their soulmate's culture.
The Nameless mostly go by their home-world's culture, mainly since the culture that Pom-Pom says used to exist on the Express died before Himeko rediscovered said train. Still there are things they picked up from the conductor. Like calling Soulmates 'Soulcompasses' or just one's 'Compass'. Also, Pom-Pom considers each Nameless' match another guest of the Express and will cry if they don't board and travel with them. March 7 pretty much adopted his approach since she has no homeworld-culture to fall back on; in her mind a couple could take as long as they wanted to get together, as long both trailblazed together. Himeko is close to this ideal as well, but she wouldn't pressure someone into coming along. She can always visit with stories and souvenirs in tow. Her homeworld-culture teaches that no relationship is to be taken for granted, you don't own your soulmate, and sometimes they don't work out and that is okay. Welt is undecided on the tropic of soulmates, he has seen a lot. A soulmate is kind of unreal, but he won't push you away. The people of his world believe soulmates always work, but sometimes they don't work out right away. People are shaped by experiences. This means that at times matches can know each other for before they klick or even like each other. That being said he would never let anything happen to you if he could prevent it. Dan Heng has no problem connecting his heritage with the Express traditions, but from his experience traveling different worlds decides to give his 'Kindred Compass' the control on how fast the relationship goes. That said he is desperately hunting for his soulmate. Who knows what happen if they go to Loufu searching for him? He has to find them to at least warn them. The Trailblazer meanwhile, having no culture to remember, just adopts everybody's culture. Soulmates confuse them, but finding one's compass is good, yes?
(Characters Himeko Welt Yang March 7 Dan Heng Stelle Caelus)
Then you have the Stellaron Hunters. These guys are okay to play around or even marry prior to meeting their soulmate. But once they do, whatever relationship they had prior is over. No buts. Given how much they deal with the 'script', they will know when they will meet you and be ready a day or two early. They call the day of the meeting Destiny Call. Kafka confused everyone by bringing flowers to a fight the day she was to meet you. Silver Wolf thinks that is coming on too strong, but still makes sure to look her best on her Destiny Call. In contrast Blade will try to get a rise out of his soulmate the first time you meet. In his mind, his Fated One should know what they are getting into. They do take their other half a tad for granted, but that doesn't mean their aren't prepared to woe you for years to come.
(Characters: Kafka Silver Wolf Blade)
Now the crew of Herta's Space-Station all exclusively go by their home-world traditions. Except Herta herself. Herta has a pop-quiz ready that she will jump at you the moment she knows that you are her soulmate and make a plan based on your answers. Asta's world is neutral towards soulmates, but you only ever gift pearls or chocolate to a soulmate. So a relationship with her would be pretty normal. Except she won't stand for anyone giving you chocolate or you giving cholate out, not even to kids. Arlan has a plan on how to woe his soulmate -it goes flying out of the window the second he meets you. At his home planet you place your soulmate first before everything. There are laws against hurting one's soulmate, so he takes this very serious. Also, unlike some planets, Signs are thought as intimate, usually covered up. So if his soulmate were to show them off, he would be a blushing mess.
synopsis. you just opened your humble floral shop in the neighborhood and it has quickly become your biggest pride and joy. what you hadn’t anticipated was garnering the affection of a customer that had caught your eye. [modern au]
characters. march 7th, dan heng, gepard, jing yuan, blade, luocha x gn!reader (separate)
author’s note. two posts from carlyle in less than 24 hrs??? and a fluff post at that??? i’m finally back with my laptop 💖 this idea was prompted cz i stumbled across way too many flower shops/stalls during my trip and now i’m daydreaming about receiving one someday too :’) enjoy!
march 7th had been looking for inspiration for her photography hobby when she stumbled across your shop. she was fascinated with how you decorated your shop, but moreso of you. she had observed you work inside the shop, sometimes going inside to buy something and chat with you, until she had a big idea. the following day, she actually summoned the courage to ask you to be the subject of her photographs in exchange for professional photos of your shop. the both of you went around the neighborhood and march kept taking candid pictures of you wherever you were for the rest of the day. you ended the day with march promising to take the photos of your flowers for you, and you were very happy with the results. you joked how the day felt like a date more than a favor, just as when march actually held up a flower she had swiped from your basket since the morning and handed it to you, asking if you had wanted to do this again but like, an official date this time.
dan heng entered your shop one fateful day, and you just fell for him way harder than you imagined. maybe it was because it was a hot day, maybe it was because he entered your shop when you had just tended to romantic couple after couple. you made lots of arrangements in the past, but preparing his was utterly nerve-wracking — especially when you could feel his eyes on you that it had made you really, really self-conscious. he thanked you, but before he left, you gave him a small carnation flower, hoping he wouldn’t ask for its meaning, and before he could ask even further, you moved on to the next customer. somehow, dan heng continuously came back to request and pick up orders, becoming one of your most loyal customers, and you never failed to give him a small carnation. though, you hadn’t anticipated that one rainy day, he was soaked wet but rushed into your flower shop. he looked incredibly red with something big that he hid behind him. unbeknownst to you, he kept every single carnation you gave him and preserved it in his journal, before he had the bright idea to search what it meant — before you could come up with an excuse, dan heng held up the bouquet of carnations that he painstakingly arranged himself for you.
gepard actually entered your shop looking for flowers to give to his sister for her first sold out concert. yours just happened to be near where she was performing, but upon seeing you, he was definitely whipped and oh-so-infatuated with you. it was a struggle for him to not constantly blush when he tried talking to you, but he earnestly listened when you gave suggestions on what flowers to give his sister. you prepared him a special bouquet to hand to your sister, and off he went. days passed, before a blonde haired lady asked for you. she introduced herself as serval, who you remembered as gepard’s sister. she liked your flowers a lot that she went back to pick up another one, but she also mentioned how much gepard wouldn’t stop talking about you— just as gepard went inside to try and stop her. you were really flustered about that, but gepard even more. he apologized consistently for his sister’s brazenness, but you told him that it was all good — and that you enjoyed that he enjoyed listening to you ramble. from then, gepard consistently visited your shop, sometimes to pick up flowers for his sister but most, if not all the time, he was there to see you and build that courage to ask you out.
jing yuan didn’t really go around your neighborhood frequently, nor did he take leisure walks that often. he was a really busy man engaged in a lot of corporate work, but an accidental free day drove him to stumble across your flower shop, which he could smell from a mile away. you had eagerly engaged with him when he asked you about your humble stall, you rambling about how much this whole shop meant to you. he watched as you transacted with customers, and though you were a little unnerved that he was simply watching you, you just allowed it. jing yuan found your charm quite endearing, that he lost track of time and in no time, the day was spent and you were about to close up. as jing yuan helped you move the remaining empty boxes, when he suddenly asked you what your favorite flower was. confused, you answered his question, to which he replied if he could make a special request for a bouquet of your favorite flowers. you quickly made his order and handed it to him but before that, jing yuan asked if you could write a note on the bouquet — “would you like to go out sometime, y/n?”
blade was someone you saw pop up inside your flower shop but each time you tried to interact with him, he left almost immediately. you were pretty much determined to find out what he wanted, that you carefully planned out and observed how he was inside your shop. when you finally were able to ambush talk to him, that was when you recognised him. he was your childhood friend back in high school that you had lost contact with when he moved away all of a sudden. you were surprised that he still remembered you, but he instead looked really bashful about it — he never exactly forgot you — a sight you never thought you’d ever correlate to the blade you knew. he had initially simply wanted to observe you from afar, thinking that he had no right to barge into your life after he disappeared without a warning, but you were easy to dismiss this and how much you missed him. you gave him the key to your shop and offered to stay around for the time being if he had nothing to do. at first, blade was hesitant in accepting your offer reciprocating to your warm gestures, but getting to spend all that lost time with you was enough to thaw that cold heart of his from icing you out like he did in the past. one day, you were surprised to see a paper flower folded neatly on top of the counter when you first opened the store in the morning, but there was probably only one person who would have the key and be responsible for this.
luocha was actually one of the more… interesting customers you had. one day, you just found him mumbling some incoherent gibberish that honestly scared you. you may have contemplated on calling for help, but instead, you asked if he needed any help. luocha smiled at you, before shaking his head. you went back to work, but moments later, he called for your help — he requested if you can point at your flowers and he’d mention it’s scientific name. gathering from your obviously puzzled expression, luocha just laughed and said that he was studying botany, but more on the scientific side — so that was the gibberish he was speaking. clearly you never listened in biology. it became a funny side activity that you did with luocha whenever he came by. one time, he came by with a red rose in his hand. he asked if you knew what this meant, and you had initially answered him it’s scientific name, which made him laugh. as you were about to go on, he cut you short by answering that it actually just meant his affection for you.
written by carlyle (@particular-one)
copyright: all content belongs to particular-one on tumblr (2023)
note ¡ second time using incorrect quotes generator I'm using more characters & relationships now :D first time is here!!
let's start~~ scroll down for more^^
prompt 1 : Jing yuan & yanqing & gn! reader! (same age as yanqing & friends?? Jing yuan as the father figure to you too omo
Jing yuan : I know you snuck out last night.
Yanqing : Play dumb!
You : Who's you?
Yanqing : Not that dumb!
prompt 2 ¡ Jing yuan & yanqing & gn! reader (same as the first one aaa it's so cute)
Store Worker : Would a mr. Jing yuan please come to the front desk?
Jing yuan, arriving at the desk : Hello, is there a problem?
Store Worker : points to you and yanqing
Store Worker : I believe they belong to you?
You and Yanqing, simulataneously : We got lost :(
Jing yuan : I didn't even bring you guys here with me—
prompt 3 ¡ Jing yuan x reader?? w/ mentioned yanqing (this is so cute omfg)
Jing yuan : you, what do IDK, LY, and TTYL mean?
You: I don’t know, love you, talk to you later
Jing yuan : Ok, I love you too, I’ll just ask yanqing.
prompt 4 ¡ Jing yuan & reader & yanqing??
Jing yuan : If you had to choose between (you) and all the money I have in my wallet, which would you choose?
Yanqing: That depends, how much money are we taking about?
You: yanqing!
Jing yuan : 63 cents.
Yanqing: I'll take the money.
You: YANQING!!!
prompt 5 ¡ march 7 & Dan heng & caelus & stelle & reader
so so cute
march 7: We’ve been conducting an ongoing study to see what Dan heng will and will not eat.
you: Grass? Yes!
march 7: Moss? Yes!!
you: Leaves? Ohh, yes!
march 7: Shoelaces? Strange but true!
you: Worms? Sometimes!
march 7: Rocks? Usually nah.
you: Twigs? Usually!
march 7: stelle's cooking? Inconclusive!
caelus: How did you… test this?
march 7: You just hand them stuff and say ‘eat this’ and if they eat it, they eat it.
caelus: ... I don’t know how to feel about this.
stelle: IS THAT WHERE ALL MY SPARE SHOELACES WENT?
prompt 6 ¡ march 7 & Dan heng & caelus & stelle & reader
march 7: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast?
you: Several traffic violations.
Dan heng: Three counts of resisting arrest.
caelus: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks.
stelle: Also, that’s not our car.
prompt 7 ¡ march 7 & Dan heng & caelus & stelle & reader
march 7: Good morning.
you: Good morning.
Dan heng: Good morning.
caelus: You all sound like robots, try spicing it up a bit.
stelle: MORNING MOTHERFUCKERS
I absolutely adore husband Jing yuan son yanqing and the troublemaking trio LMFAOO I just HAD to make a second prompt post because of my new addiction it seems 🤣🤣
if you would like me to write a fic with these prompts feel free to send me an ask for comment on this post! I'd be super happy to write!
Character(s) : Jing Yuan, Dan Heng, Gepard, March 7th
Genre : Fluff
a/n : Starting to get a hang on writing multiple charas and hsr! This fic was inspired by the official white day fanfic hyv posted, I added march just because :3 But also, this is the first time I've written for a female chara! so feel free to give me a feedback!
Jing Yuan, A Handmade Connection on White Day
It was that time of year again, a month after the sweet chaos of Valentine's Day had settled down, leaving behind a lingering air of anticipation and excitement. The city of Xianzhou was bustling with preparation for White Day, a day when people would reciprocate the tokens of affection they had received just a month prior. Among the many hearts that fluttered with excitement, yours beat with a particular rhythm, for you had a special connection with none other than Jing Yuan, the revered general of the Cloud Knights within the Xianzhou Alliance.
Jing Yuan, an enigmatic figure known for his strength, wisdom, and grace, was a man who had captured not only the respect of his subordinates but also the hearts of countless admirers.His tall and commanding presence, paired with his striking white hair and golden eyes, made him a beacon of attraction. Among the many admirers he had, you stood out as someone who held a unique connection with him.
Valentine's Day had come and gone, leaving behind a trail of gifts and sweet tokens from his countless admirers. You, having a special bond with Jing Yuan, were no exception. Among the sea of presents that had been sent his way, yours stood out not only because of its intrinsic value but also because of the genuine connection you shared.
As White Day dawned, the atmosphere within the Cloud Knights' headquarters was charged with activity. Soldiers and aides bustled around, arranging gifts to be distributed to those who had showered Jing Yuan with tokens of their affection. It was a tradition that he appreciated and understood, the significance of reciprocating the feelings that had been expressed.
But amidst the orchestrated chaos, Jing Yuan's focus remained unwaveringly fixed on you. He knew that amidst the throng of admirers, it was your connection that was most precious. As the flurry of activity settled, he made his way to you, a small smile gracing his lips.
Amidst the bustling Cloud Knights' headquarters, you felt a gentle tap on your shoulder, and you turned to find Jing Yuan standing there, his presence commanding even amidst the commotion. His long white hair was elegantly tied into a ponytail with a red ribbon, and his golden eyes held a warmth that was reserved for you alone.
"Happy White Day," he greeted in his characteristic composed tone, the words carrying a deeper meaning as he handed you a carefully wrapped box. His fingers brushed against yours for a brief moment, sending a subtle jolt of warmth through your veins.
"Thank you," you replied, your voice tinged with a mix of surprise and gratitude as you accepted the gift.
Jing Yuan's smile widened slightly, as if he had predicted your response. "I made this especially for you. I thought it would be a fitting gift."
With his words, your curiosity grew, and you carefully unwrapped the box, revealing a small, exquisitely crafted bracelet. Its design was delicate, yet its intricate patterns spoke of the effort that had gone into its creation. It was a testament to the precision and care that Jing Yuan put into everything he did.
"It's beautiful," you breathed, your fingers brushing over the beads and threads, marveling at the craftsmanship.
Jing Yuan's expression held a mix of pride and satisfaction as he watched your reaction. "I'm glad you like it. I thought you might appreciate something handmade, something that carries a piece of my own efforts."
As you held the bracelet in your hands, you couldn't help but feel a warmth spreading within you. It was as if the bracelet carried a piece of Jing Yuan's essence, a tangible reminder of the bond you shared. You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his in a moment that felt like a private exchange amidst the bustling surroundings.
"Jing Yuan, I…" you began, searching for the right words to convey the depth of your feelings.
He held up a hand, his smile tender. "No need for words. Our connection speaks for itself. Every connection I've made here is important," Jing Yuan confessed softly, his voice carrying an unspoken depth of emotion. "But ours... it's unique."
In that instant, the world around you seemed to blur, and it was just you and Jing Yuan, bound by an understanding that went beyond words. As White Day continued around you, the exchange of gifts and expressions of affection unfolding, your heart remained tethered to the general's presence, to the handmade bracelet adorning your wrist.
Dan Heng, Unveiling Affections on White Day
You never really thought much about romance when it came to Dan Heng. He always carried himself with an air of quiet mystery, a stoic guardian of the Astral Express. But beneath that cool exterior, there was something more, something you were fortunate enough to witness. You knew the real Dan Heng, the one who was unexpectedly sweet and sentimental when no one else was around.
Valentine's Day had been a pleasant surprise. You had gifted Dan Heng a carefully chosen dark bitter chocolate and a quill pen that he could use during his quiet moments. He might not have been a fan of sweets, but his appreciation for the thoughtful gesture was evident in the way his eyes softened as he accepted the gifts. He had thanked you in his usual reserved manner, and you had both continued with your routines on the Astral Express.
Little did you know, Dan Heng had been researching the concept of White Day. He wasn't one to be caught unprepared, especially when it came to showing his gratitude and reciprocating your kindness. The idea of making homemade sweets had been discarded quickly, knowing his culinary skills were far from impressive. Instead, he delved into the databank that held information about you, hoping to find a suitable gift.
However, delving into the databank wasn't as simple as he thought. Sure, there were records of your preferences, hobbies, and favorite things, but Dan Heng realized that there was so much more to you than just the data. He recalled all the times you had shared stories during your hangout sessions—your dreams, your fears, your adventures aboard the Astral Express. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that he wanted to give you something that reflected the depth of your connection.
Days turned into nights as Dan Heng immersed himself in his research. He began to notice the small things about you that others might overlook—the way your eyes lit up when you spoke about your favorite books, the times when you helped crew members with their tasks without expecting anything in return. Slowly, a plan began to take shape in his mind, one that would require more effort and time than he had initially anticipated.
As White Day drew nearer, Dan Heng found himself working in secret whenever he had a spare moment. He reached out to crew members who possessed certain skills, and he even sought assistance from the conductor themself, Pom Pom. The crew members were surprised by his uncharacteristic requests, but they could see the determination in his eyes, and they agreed to help.
On the morning of White Day, Dan Heng's room had transformed into a makeshift workshop. Various materials were strewn across the table, and he meticulously put the finishing touches on a project he had been working on for days. A knock on the door interrupted his concentration, and he quickly arranged everything to appear as inconspicuous as possible.
When you entered his room, he greeted you with a calm smile, his usual demeanor in place. You exchanged greetings, and then he gestured toward a modest-looking box on the table. "I have something for you," he said, his tone composed.
Curiosity piqued, you approached the box and opened it to find a beautifully crafted journal. Its cover was adorned with intricate designs reminiscent of the Astral Express's elegant interior. Inside, the pages were thick and high-quality, inviting you to fill them with your thoughts, memories, and adventures.
"It's a journal," Dan Heng explained, his gaze steady. "I know you enjoy recording your experiences and thoughts. I asked for help from our crew members to create this. Each page is handcrafted, and I thought it might be a fitting way for you to continue documenting your journey aboard the Astral Express."
You were touched beyond words. The effort he had put into this gift was evident, and it spoke volumes about his feelings. With a smile that held a mixture of gratitude and warmth, you looked up at him. "Dan Heng, this is incredible. Thank you so much."
He nodded, his eyes softening for a moment before he regained his composure. "I'm glad you like it."
As you held the journal in your hands, you realized that this wasn't just a gift—it was a testament to the depth of your connection with Dan Heng. He might have seemed reserved and distant to others, but you had seen the effort he had put into understanding you, appreciating you, and finding a way to express his feelings in a language that he wasn't accustomed to.
As the two of you spent the day together, you shared stories, laughter, and newfound closeness. The handcrafted journal became symbols of the bond that continued to grow stronger between you. White Day had not only been a celebration of reciprocated gifts, but a celebration of the unique and heartfelt connection that existed between you and Dan Heng—the guardian of secrets who had chosen to reveal his most precious secret of all: his affection for you.
Gepard Landau, A Blooming Bond on White Day
As the month of White Day drew closer, Gepard found himself in a rather peculiar predicament. It had been two weeks since you had presented him with a homemade sweet for Valentine's Day, and despite his reputation as an outstanding warrior of Belobog and the captain of the Silvermane Guards, he was utterly flustered. What could he possibly give you in return that would match the sincerity of your gift?
He had sought advice from his sisters, Serval and Lynx, who had teased him mercilessly about his predicament. They'd seen their usually stalwart and composed brother turn into a bundle of nerves, all because of a heartfelt gesture from you. After all, Gepard was meticulous and vigilant by nature, and his straightforward honesty was as much his strength as his weakness.
Gepard's hobbies included a somewhat unsuccessful attempt at growing flowers. It was a less-known fact about him, as most people only saw the warrior in him. He pondered the idea of gifting you a bouquet of flowers he had cultivated himself, but his first attempt had gone awry, leaving him without enough time to grow another suitable arrangement.
Though there was a reputable flower shop in Belobog's town, Gepard hesitated to resort to a simple purchase. He yearned to offer you something that would reflect the depth of his emotions, something that transcended mere material exchange.
The day of White Day arrived, and Gepard positioned himself near the city district during his off-duty hours. His heart raced as he anticipated your arrival, hoping he had made the right choice. When he finally saw you approaching, a warm blush spread across his fair cheeks, and he greeted you with a mixture of eagerness and shyness.
With a soft yet nervous smile, he presented you with a neatly wrapped box. His blue eyes held a sincere intensity as he explained his dilemma. He admitted that he had agonized over what to give you, unsure if he could match the sweetness of your Valentine's Day gift. His voice held an endearing touch of vulnerability as he confessed his feelings.
You accepted the box with curiosity and began to unwrap it carefully. Inside, nestled within delicate tissue paper, was a dried flower delicately preserved. Its petals held an array of soft pastel colors, and it exuded a faint but pleasant fragrance. Gepard's voice trembled slightly as he explained that it was a flower he had cultivated himself, albeit through a process of trial and error.
"This flower... it's not as vibrant as the ones in the shop, but it's a symbol of my feelings for you," he admitted, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink. "I wanted to give you something that would last, just like my feelings for you."
Your heart swelled with emotion as you listened to Gepard's heartfelt words. The sincerity in his eyes and the vulnerable honesty in his voice touched you in a way that words couldn't fully describe. The dried flower, though delicate and seemingly fragile, felt like a tangible representation of his affection, enduring through time just like the sentiment he held for you.
You reached out, your fingers grazing his hand gently as you met his gaze with a soft smile. "Gepard, this is more beautiful and meaningful than any bouquet could ever be. It's a testament to your care and dedication, and that means more to me than you can imagine."
A mixture of relief and joy flickered in Gepard's eyes, his worry dissipating like morning mist. He was not one to easily express his emotions, but in that moment, his gratitude and happiness radiated from him. His lips curved into a genuine smile, and the vulnerability he had shown earlier only added to his charm.
"I'm glad you like it," he said, his voice steady but warm. "I wanted to show you how much you mean to me, even if I struggle with all these... romantic things."
Your laughter bubbled up at his self-deprecating tone. "Gepard, your sincerity speaks louder than any grand gesture. And the fact that you tried, despite your worries, means the world to me."
As you continued to chat, your conversation flowed easily, both of you sharing stories and insights that brought you closer together. Gepard's guard seemed to lower further, revealing the endearing dorkiness that only a few were privileged to witness. You discovered shared interests and teased each other playfully, enjoying the easy camaraderie that had developed between you.
With the sun beginning to dip below the horizon, Gepard checked the time and reluctantly admitted, "I have duty tomorrow morning, so I should probably head back soon."
Your heart sank slightly at the thought of parting, but you nodded, understanding his responsibilities. "Of course. Duty calls, after all."
Gepard's blue eyes held a hint of regret, but he mustered a determined smile. "I promise we'll have more time together soon. Maybe we can even work on my flower-growing skills together."
You chuckled, appreciating his enthusiasm even in the face of his admitted lack of expertise. "I'd be honored to help you nurture flowers, Gepard. Who knows, we might end up with a garden full of stories."
As you said your goodbyes and watched Gepard walk away, the dried flower brooch glinted in the fading light, a constant reminder of the connection you had forged. White Day might have been about reciprocating gifts, but what you and Gepard had shared was something far more precious—an exchange of hearts, vulnerabilities, and the promise of a blooming future together.
March 7th, Captured Moments of White Day
It was a crisp March morning, and the anticipation in the air was almost palpable. March had been planning something special for you. White Day was here, and while the exchange of Valentine's Day gifts had left a warmth in your heart, March was determined to make this day just as unforgettable.
March had put so much thought into this day, carefully considering what would make you smile. She was a spirited and quirky young woman, known for her love of photography and her penchant for all things adorable. She had a reputation for being creative, and today was no exception.
As you stood there, March approached you with a playful twinkle in her pink and blue eyes. "Are you ready for your White Day surprise?" she asked, her voice a mixture of excitement and nerves. She gently tied a blindfold around your eyes and took your hand, leading you through a series of twists and turns until you reached her room.
With a flourish, March removed the blindfold, revealing her meticulously planned surprise. The room appeared the same, yet different – there was a box waiting for you, its presence a tantalizing mystery. With curiosity piqued, you reached out and slowly lifted the lid.
The sides of the box gracefully fell away, revealing layers upon layers of polaroid photos. Each image captured a moment, frozen in time – a candid shot of you laughing, a snapshot of a shared meal, a stolen glance that spoke volumes. You couldn't help but be touched by the effort March had put into preserving these memories.
But the surprises didn't end there. Delicate, hand-crafted butterflies in shades of pink and blue fluttered out of the box, a testament to March's creativity and attention to detail. These butterflies carried her signature colors, a symbol of her thoughtfulness and care. They danced around the room before settling near you, as if inviting you to partake in the magic of the moment.
Turning to face March, you were met with her beaming smile. She held out a bouquet of your favorite snacks, an array of treats that she had carefully selected just for you. "Happy White Day!" she exclaimed, her enthusiasm contagious.
You accepted the bouquet with a grateful smile, marveling at the variety of treats she had chosen. From savory to sweet, it was as if March had compiled a treasure trove of your most cherished indulgences. "This is amazing, March," you said, genuinely touched by her thoughtfulness.
She beamed with pride, her eyes sparkling with delight. "I'm so glad you like it! I wanted to make sure you had a little bit of everything you love."
As you both settled into the room, surrounded by the fluttering butterflies and the scattered polaroid memories, March gestured to the photos that adorned the space. "Each of those photos holds a special moment," she explained, her voice tinged with nostalgia. "I wanted to capture the moments that make us, well, us."
You found yourself drawn to the images, each one telling a story of your time together. There was a candid snapshot of you helping March pick flowers in the park, a mischievous grin on both your faces. Another photo showed the two of you caught in a fit of laughter during a movie night, a shared bowl of popcorn between you.
"Remember this one?" March pointed to a photo where you were both attempting to bake a cake, flour smudges on your faces and the kitchen a delightful mess.
You chuckled, the memory coming back to you in a rush. "How could I forget? We turned the kitchen into a battlefield that day."
March laughed wholeheartedly, the sound filling the room with warmth. "Yeah, but we had so much fun, didn't we?"
It was moments like these that made your connection with March so special. The ability to share laughter, create memories, and embrace each other's quirks was a testament to the bond you had built.
As you sat down together, the snacks spread out before you, March suddenly spoke up "I hope White Day feels as wonderful for you as it does for me," she admitted, her gaze meeting yours.
"It's more wonderful than I could have imagined," you replied, sincerity lacing your words. "And that's all thanks to you, March."
The two of you spent the rest of the afternoon sharing stories, indulging in the treats, and relishing in the comfort of each other's company. With each passing moment, you realized that March had managed to create a White Day that was uniquely tailored to your connection, one that celebrated your journey together.
As the day drew to a close, the room was bathed in the soft hues of the setting sun. March looked at you with a mixture of contentment and affection. "I'm so glad I could make this day special for you," she confessed, her voice filled with genuine emotion.
"You did more than that," you assured her, your heart swelling with gratitude. "You made this day unforgettable."
March leaned in, her eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. In that moment, it felt as though the world had faded away, leaving only the two of you in a cocoon of shared emotions.
With a gentle touch, March's lips met yours, a sweet and tender kiss that spoke volumes. It was a kiss filled with gratitude, love, and the promise of many more moments to come. When you finally pulled away, you could see the affection in March's eyes, a reflection of the connection that had blossomed between you.
"Happy White Day," she whispered, her voice a soft melody that resonated in your heart.
"Happy White Day, March," you replied, your voice equally tender.You knew that this White Day would forever remain etched in your memory as a celebration of love, shared moments, and the beautiful journey you were embarking on together.
