#acheron x y/n

[deathbxnny]

So here’s the Acheron request i’ve talked about! Can i request hcs of Acheron x Kiana Kaslana reader? Yeah it’s kinda simple but i just wanted to see how would this version of Raiden Mei be like with someone like our dear tuna.

- Flower Anon 🌸

Hello Flower Anon!! Thank you so much for this request, because I honestly miss our Tuna sooo much!! With that said, the reader is based off of pre-HoV "awakening" Kiana(I MISS HER SM😭✨️)!

Content: Kiana Kaslana reader, slight angst, fluff, Acheron being dense, mutual pinning, confessions, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

For a while, Acheron couldn't help but think that she was a damper on the unrelenting sun that shone down on her. That sun being you, ofcourse, bright and bubbly, never letting her stray from your side voluntarily. You were wild, free and full of life, something so rare for the galaxy ranger to see, or experience for that matter.

She is therefore very protective over you, not a singular soul being allowed in your vacinity, if Acheron herself didn't trust them. She kept her eyes on you even when you couldn't see her, hidden away in the shadows. Some would say that she was afraid of losing you and in a way, that was true. But she was also worried that you'd somehow get into trouble again, like you often did. She kept her hand on her sword at all times when it came to you, especially when she knew that danger was near.

Speaking of you causing trouble, she usually gets dragged into whatever shenanigans you've caused, mainly becaus she doesn't want you to get hurt. Not that she minds though. Somehting about fighting at your side made her feel nearly nostalgic, alive. These emotions are one's she craves and she's grateful that you allow her to experience them, even if it ends in a huge fist fight against some drunks in the dreamscape.

You are spared from her memory loss, as you are all she ever fully thinks about. Everything regarding you was attached to an emotion that keeps her remembering and you can't forget someone who's always glued at your side anyways. Your presence gives her pleasant dreams, dreams she cherished deep down more than anything.

Your dates often consist in wild adventures or more quiet baking days, which she found to prefer more with you. Something about it all felt familiar and soothing, but perhaps it was just you that made her feel so warm and safe.

WOWW... Bxnny actually posting something? Shocking, I know, although I will blame life and sickness for my absence (what's new-). Anyhow, I'm sorry this took so long, Flower anon, and thank you again for the great request!!<33

[gojoidyll]

Hailo ^^. How you doin? For the request can I please have poly yandere Black Swan and Acheron x gn reader headcanon?

Black Swan and Acheron, my two hot mommies that haven't left my team yet lol and I'm doing good! Thanks for asking <3

Warnings | poly relationship, Yan!Black Swan x Reader, Yan!Acheron x Reader, kind of a short story in headcanon style, grammatical errors, etc.

It all started ... with a dance.

You thought nothing of it at first when a beautiful lady held her hand out to you.

Though, it did startle you when she introduced herself as a memokeeper.

"Black Swan"

She said her name was.

And when she pulled you into a dance effortlessly so, you had yo desperately fight the the red hot fire that you felt on your cheeks, ears, neck.

She asked if you were ok, saying how you looked a bit flushed.

You blamed it on the heat in the ballroom. (That was lie, you were just embarrassed on how such a beautiful lady was dancing with you.)

"May I join in as well?"

You felt a gentle yet firm hand fit and mold itself against your hip and pill you into another embrace.

'I must be dreaming,' was what you thought as another beautiful lady took you into her arms.

She introduced herself as Acheron.

And throughout the dance, you couldn't help but to notice you had two dance partners instead of one, and it became obvious that the two new each other.

Were they friends? Maybe something more?

You couldn't dwell on it for long as the dance got faster, rougher. You couldn't deny the fast beating of your heart.

You couldn't deny the feel of a blade pressing against your neck despite one not being there.

You couldn't deny that the dance was something more than what meets the eye.

And the moment the song ended, you were held in a dip.

Acheron's arm held you perfectly still as Black Swan was knelt on the ground kissing your outstretched hand.

"Simply beautiful. No matter how many dances we chase you in, you always know how to mesmerize us"

"How many ... how many dances you chase me in?"

"Oh dear," Black Swan said, a teasing smile gracing her lips as she got up from her knelt position. Achero. Swiftly following suit as she pulled you up into a standing position.

"It seems our dear lover here has a even worse memory than you, Acheron."

Acheron moved a Stray hair from your face. Her fingers would graze your cheek, almost lovingly.

"Some say fear causes people to forget. Others say it's trauma."

Black Swan hummed in response as she held your hand, Acheron grabbing the other as they led you off the ballroom floor.

"I wonder...," Black Swan began, "is it fear or trauma that causes you forget?"

Your heartbeat quickened.

And Acheron spoke up next, "does it matter? We found her, so let's just start over again."

I did say it all started with a dance, didn't I? Who knew that it would end with one too, heh.

[mothergold]

For the ask game: how about 8, N and 𓆣 ?

| I Saw You In A Dream |

Acheron x Gn!Reader | Minors do not interact

Warnings: Gender Neutral Reader, No pronouns for reader, Fluff, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Alcohol Consumption, Love at first sight, Substance Abuse (it’s more implied but yea), Soulmate AU (very implied), Reader slaps a guy, Reader gets drunk, 1.4k words.

A/n: This was honestly a good challenge so thank you mootie! There’s some themes in this fic that I usually don’t write for whatever reason, and it was fun to get out of my comfort zone. If you saw me forget one of the prompts no you didn’t. I really struggled with this at some points, so if it’s not the best I apologize 😔

Summary: Everyone has a reason for entering the dream, but just what exactly is yours?

Prompts:

꒰ 8 ꒱ “i’m taking you home, and that’s that.”

꒰ N ꒱ fondness

꒰ 𓆣 ꒱ an alleyway behind a dive bar

It’s late at night when you run into who you assume must be an angel. You’re walking down the streets of Penacony, just another person in that dream that’s hoping for more out of life, and then there’s Acheron who bumps into you by pure accident. Your eyes dart to her, seconds away from glaring at her, but as your gaze locks onto hers all that frustration melts away in an instant.

It was almost too good to be true, and if you hadn’t been the one to witness it you wouldn’t have believed it even for just a second. There’s something about her that reels you in. It’s in her eyes that you find something you’ve been missing for so many years. Maybe, it’s the kindness others lack, the love you never received, or something else you hadn’t realized just yet. It doesn’t register with you at first but as your eyes linger, it’s then that you realize that bumping into her was no accident.

“Sorry, didn’t see you there.” Acheron says in one of the calmest voices you’ve ever heard.

You look at her for a minute before her words really sink in.

“I-It’s okay, I should’ve been more careful.” You reply, stumbling over your own words.

She smiles and starts to walk away, but something inside of you snaps. Suddenly you have to know her name. And regardless of how foolish it seems you run straight for her.

"Wait!" She stops what she’s doing to turn around and face you. "Uhm, I uh didn't get your name?" It comes out more as a question rather than a statement, but you take it in stride once you see Acheron relax and chuckle.

"You can just call me, Acheron." She replies.

It's in that moment that you feel the whole world freeze around you. Your heart beats faster than you felt humanly possible and your eyes glimmer with something new and inviting. Something was alive inside of you.

Even Acheron can't help but feel a little lighter when she smiles back at you. She’s unable to deny there is something alluring about you, it pulls her in like the arms of a lover. For a moment she forgets her reason for visiting Penacony. It’s only for a second that she allows herself to fulfill those childish desires. Sadly, the moment is short lived and before long the both of you go your separate ways.

As weeks pass by you find yourself haunted by that vision of her smile. You wonder and hope that she is also thinking of you, but as hopeful as you seem you’re stuck drinking bitter liquid at some run down bar in Penacony. The only hopefulness you feel in that moment is when you wish for the drink to take its effect, crossing your fingers that soon you’d forget all about her and your lonely existence, but it’s not so simple now is it?

No amount of drinking could make that image of her stupid grin disappear, but why? You barely knew her. The only thing you did know was her name and even that left you down a dead end. You swirl the liquid in your drink and let out a quiet sigh. You couldn’t stop thinking about her, and no matter how hard you try to ignore the nagging feeling it just won’t go away.

At some point you figure you just hadn’t had enough alcohol in your system and decide on some more, but that was a plan that was bound to backfire, and it only causes more problems than solves them. You somehow manage to get yourself into some trouble and before long you were promptly kicked out of the bar. It wasn’t entirely your fault, the guy in question had it coming, but the bartender couldn’t really do much after you had slapped him in the face. Regardless of how warranted it was you were sent on your way, feeling even more empty than before.

You stumble as you make your way towards the main street, rubbing the back of your head which had started throbbing for some reason. You assume the alcohol is to blame and try to alleviate it the best you can. It’s not until you reach the corner of someplace familiar that you spot a figure lurking underneath a lamppost. Curiosity leads you to follow it, squinting to get a close look and jogging forward as it grows further away. If it hadn’t been for all that drinking you might’ve caught up with them, but instead you find yourself lost behind what looks to be the same bar you had just left.

“What the fuck, man.” You mumble to yourself, pressing a soft palm to your forehead hoping to relieve some of the pain.

You decide out of frustration that it was best to sit down, and that’s when you hear a voice behind you.

“It’s you.” The voice sounds pleasantly surprised.

You look up and see through your somewhat blurry vision that it’s Acheron, and you can’t help but smile like an idiot.

“Acheron.” You sigh happily.

She smiles at you and chuckles softly. “You sure seem happy to see me.”

You lean forward and reach your arms out for her, totally ignoring how wrong it was to act so over familiar with an almost complete stranger. Acheron smiles and walks towards you and then sits beside you. You lower your arms into your lap, too drunk to feel any of the shame that should’ve come with that rejection.

“So,” Acheron starts to say, “What’re you doing here?”

That really was the big question for you, but sadly you weren’t certain anymore.

“I’m.. not sure.” You admit, feeling a little more sober upon the realization.

There’s a brief moment of comfortable silence before you ask Acheron the same.

You turn your head to look at her, taking her question one step further while you wear an expression that is calm yet curious. “What about you? Why are you in Penacony, Acheron?”

She looks up to the sky filled with a sea full of stars. “I’ll tell you, but not yet.”

You whine in disappointment. “Aww, that’s so unfair.”

The both of you look at each other for a moment before bursting into a quiet symphony of laughter. Resting your hand on the ground beside you, you bump your pinkie against Acheron’s. You freeze up for a second before exhaling a slow, shaky breath. Has breathing always been this hard? You feel embarrassment as you turn to look at Acheron briefly, simultaneously introducing yourself to her pleasing grin.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to.” You try to explain. Regardless of your shame Acheron is quick to reassure you.

“There’s no need.” She pauses to look up at the stars again and smile.

While you both gaze up at the starry sky you find yourself wishing that the moment never ends. It had been so long since you’d felt such an unusual thrill. You weren’t sure why you’d experienced so much excitement, but regardless you wanted it to last forever.

“Acheron?” You ask, still looking at the sky.

“Hmm?” She replies, now staring at you intently.

“Do you ever miss home?” You asked, but something about your tone told Acheron that this wasn’t the real question you wanted to ask.

“Sometimes.” She says hesitantly.

You turn to look at her, your eyes locking like two planets aligning within the cosmos. “But?”

She smiles. “Saw right through me, huh?”

She sounds almost surprised but you brush the feeling off.

“But.. I think this place has grown on me.” She admits.

She’s careful with her words. Suspecting you also had secrets of your own, but she keeps that curiously to herself. You look at her and she looks at you, both of you smile. Something about every exchange you’d had with her felt far too intimate, awakening a feeling from within that only left an ache in your chest. You take a deep breath, clear your mind, and reach out your hand to place a gentle palm atop Acheron’s. Wrapping your fingers around her hand you give her a slight squeeze.

You’re thankful that she doesn’t reject you, but it only makes you want to get closer. A part of you feels like you’ve met her before. Why else would you feel so comfortable around her? But if you were going to get to know her, you want to do it right. She deserves that, you thought. And as you look up at the night sky filled with stars, planets, and whatever else lurks in the cosmos; you find yourself at home within that dream.

Perhaps, you loved Penacony after all.

[iceunhie]

voicelines about you: as their lover ! (part 2)

featuring: sunday, aventurine, blade (+ black swan, acheron) [ part 1: dan heng, jing yuan, gepard, kafka, jingliu. ]

notes: well. the long awaited part 2 is here! (i took absolutely wayyy too long to finish this but a lovely anon requested the penacony cast so i just waited until now haha) stay tuned for either a future aventurine fic or a sunday fic tho; reblogs are appreciated! main masterlist.

Sunday

About [Name]: Ah, you speak of my beloved. [Name] has managed to strike your interest as well? Heh, I'm joking. You aren't that type of person, no? ….But yes, my lover truly is quite stellar, if not incomparable. I doubt I'd find anyone in the universe as lovely as I do them.

About [Name]: Smitten Robin often jokes about how my eyes change whenever I see them. ‘Softens like the smitten man you are,’ she says. Well, my sister is hardly wrong about matters of the heart, and to be fair, her words are indeed correct. While I cannot be with them every second of the day, despite my only wish to do so…. I suppose this much is fine. At the very least, this bewitched version of myself shall ward any that dare take [Name] away from me.

About [Name]: Preparation. …My mansion has everything [Name] shall ever desire. As for I, what I only desire is them alone, and for them to be right by my side. When the time is right, what's mine shall also be theirs, and none shall ever separate the two of us again. Should anyone attempt it, well, there's a reason my mansion is built the way it is.

Aventurine

About [Name]: [Name], [Name], [Name].... I see that you too have an eye for priceless treasures. Unfortunately for you, this particular one is already mine to behold. Mm, I wonder how my lover must be faring right now…. Missing them is truly, horribly debilitating.

About [Name]: Unworthy Whenever I think of [Name] being with me, of all people… Sometimes, the thought is unbearable. To think they would care for someone like me…. How truly lucky I am. Or maybe it's the other way around? Hehe, take a guess.

About Topaz: Contradictory Topaz and [Name] get along fairly well, despite her rather obvious dislike for me. Nonetheless, I suppose I can understand why. My lover is irresistibly charming~ Now, does this make me jealous, I wonder…. How about we bet on that?

Blade

About [Name]: Though this sword may be battered and broken, if you harbor any intention of harm towards them, I will not hesitate to brandish this blade.

About [Name]: Mara Infliction When afflicted with mara, the senses are ravaged ceaselessly, muddying the mind—being unable to distinguish ally from foe. This is my path. And yet their face is clear, pure amidst the carnage, alleviating the haze for but a moment. My mind may be overridden with hatred, but I will never forget that feeling of salvation.

(BONUS: Kafka’s Voiceline about [Name] !) About [Name]: Truly A Shame Bladie’s little darling, hm? Definitely a wonder, that one, taming him so easily. Those two are definitely an interesting case, that's for sure. Scary, marastruck Blade and them…. truly a shame. Even I know just how the ending of that particular script will end.

Acheron

About [Name]: …They are my lover, yes. Hm? Tell you more about them? Heh, I think you'd have better luck asking [Name] instead of me. I probably wouldn't even know where to begin.

About [Name]: Keeping Memories Despite the fact of my memories being in less than the best condition, [Name] always tells me about all the exciting things they've come across, whether it be delicious food from various planets, or even the most mundane things like the sound of the rushing water, the sight of fireflies in the night. They truly make everything worth remembering.

(BONUS: Black Swan’s Voiceline about [Name] !) About [Name]: Eye Of The Storm Ah, you speak of that Galaxy Ranger's companion…. The abyss that is her consciousness seems to only become calm in the face of them, akin to the eye of the storm. A shining light in the middle of nothingness—that is something that even she cannot let go of. No wonder Miss Acheron is quite taken with them.

Black Swan

About [Name]: The memories of Memokeepers are sorted into various categories by their importance. As my lover, my memories of them hold the greatest value of all. Such memories…. even if the Remembrance wishes for me to hand them over, I doubt I will ever allow it.

About [Name]: Dancing My proficiency in the act of dancing is all thanks to my continued practice with [Name] on our shared time together. Fufu, ‘dates,’ if you will. Every moment I spend in their arms, swaying to the beat of the music at every turn… those are the memories I wish to forever retain.

About Acheron: Indebted One time, Miss Acheron managed to get lost in the middle of the Reverie Hotel’s halls... as usual. [Name] came across her then, and proceeded to have a lovely chat with her. I owe her a debt for keeping my lover company as I was preoccupied with some matters the Garden of Recollection entrusted to me to relay to the family. Next time, perhaps I should invite her over for some dinner with [Name]....

end notes thanks for sticking around the part 2 (for the ogs who read pt 1) and do look forward to more HSR content in the future! also did i say i love aventurine

© 𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐈𝐄 : do not repost, copy, or plagiarize my work.

[sirenpearldust]

Found You 3

Baby Daddy Azriel!

Series masterlist ⋆ Part two ⋆ Part four

Pair: Azriel x Spring Court! Reader

Word count: 4.369

Warning: violence, domestic abuse

Summary: Chaos enters Spring

The clock was ticking and your eyes were on it. He was late - again.

You and Amias had been waiting for Azriel, he should have arrived hours ago. It was already ten past twelve.

“Mama, is Daddy coming?”

“Yes, darling. He is probably just busy for a bit longer.”

Azriel’s visits had been irregular over the past few weeks. Sometimes, he sent letters explaining that work was keeping him away. 

Nine days had passed since Amias had last seen him.

You could see the sadness in his eyes. He tried to hide it, but you saw the unshed tear.

His toys laid forgotten around him, his small wings were drooping on the floor and his shadows curled around him, just like Azriel’s always did.

He could barely sleep the night before, too excited about training with his father and spending time with him. At dawn, he had woken you up just to gush about how cool his father was- how tall, how strong.

You had smiled, glad that Azriel had been a good father since getting to know Amias. But still, you remained cautious. The irregular visits were starting to wear on you.

Where is he?

He could have at least sent a letter?!

A knock echoed at the door.

“Come in,” you said, hoping, for your son’s sake, that it was news of his father.

Instead, a servant stepped inside, bowing slightly. 

“My lady, the Autumn Court heir has arrived and requests an audience. He says it is of utmost importance.”

You exhaled sharply. 

What now?

Nodding, you rose to your feet, silently praying this had nothing to do with Azriel’s disappearance.

“Nara, take care of Amias,” you instructed.

But before you could take a step, Amias stood up, his small frame trembling. Tears spilled down his red cheeks as he ran to you, clinging tightly to your leg.

“Mommy,” he whimpered.

“Baby, it’s okay. I promise I’m coming back,” you whispered, running a gentle hand through his dark curls.

But he only sobbed harder, his little hands gripping your blue dress with all the strength he had.

“D-Dont… please. Daddy is already gone… please don’t leave too,” he hiccuped, his voice breaking, as he sobbed louder.

Your heart burned. Kneeling down, you cupped his tear-streaked face.

“Amias, listen to me. Mommy is just going to talk to Uncle Eris and see if he knows something about Daddy, okay? I won’t gone long.”

He kept crying, though and guilt sank deep into your chest. This was your fault. You should have been more attentive, should have reassured him more, should have…

You swallowed hard. Now he thinks you’ll disappear too and that also because you were busy with work.

Something tugged at you, an uneasy feeling.

“Nara, please take care of him,” you said, forcing yourself to step back.

She gently tried prying him from your arms, but he would not let go. 

“No, mommy p-please d-don’t”

His hand stretched out to you as he tried getting out of her arms.

You were sick seeing your son like this. Anger burned beneath your skin, you were angry at your self, at Azriel, at life and your duties.

You turned on your heel with a heavy heart, storming toward the room where Eris was waiting, your patience long gone.

⋆ ♡ ⋆

Stepping into the room, you froze, stunned by what you saw.

What in the abomination is this?

Your jaw clenched, eyes narrowing as you glared at Eris.

“I left my son alone for this?” you bit out, tilting your head toward the older Archeron sister standing beside him. Her head was ducked down and you could only see the mop of light brown hair she shared with her younger sister. It fell in a messy low bun. The resemblance between them was striking.

“Let me explain,” Eris said quickly, positioning himself between the both of you.

“You have five minutes. Do you understand?” Your voice was sharp, edged with barely restrained fury.

Turning you glared at Nesta Archeron, adding, “And you’d better not cause trouble in my court, like your sister”

Without waiting for a response, you turned. Eris followed you to your office, a space where no one could overhear or interrupt.

The moment the door shut behind you, you crossed your arms.

 “Talk.”

“She needs to stay here, she can’t stay anywhere else,” Eris said, his tone clipped.

You arched a brow, then let out a sharp laugh, slow-clapping your hands. 

“Are you serious, Eris?” you scoffed, crossing your arms. 

“Having an Archeron in Spring started this whole mess in the first place.”

“It’s different this time,” he said, but you only laughed bitterly.

Walking toward him, you raised your voice, pointing your finger sharply at his chest, pushing him back. His jaw clenched, a muscle in his cheek twitching, he hated when you did that.

“She’s mated to the Night Court’s general, for gods’ sake. Have you lost your mind. Hiding her here, kidnapping her, will bring war to both our doorsteps. I have Amias to think about for Gods sake.”

“I know but I swear, it’s not the same,” Eris insisted.

“It is.” Your voice sharpened. 

“Have you forgotten what happened the last time? When the night court whore, her sister might I add, was here?”

Eris hesitated. “That’s… different.”

“How the fuck is this different?” Your brow furrowed.

He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his disheveled red hair.

“Because Rhysand wants her dead.”

Your confusion deepened. “What? What do you mean he wants her dead? She’s his mates sister?”

“I know. It’s just things have been happening,” Eris muttered, his frustration evident. He licked his lips before sinking into a chair. For the first time, you truly looked at him, his usually pristine clothes were wrinkled, his hair an unkempt mess.

“What the hell is going on?” you demanded.

He sighed. “We’ve been exchanging letters for a while. And that brute she’s mated to-let’s just say he hasn’t been kind to her.”

Your stomach twisted. “Be specific, Eris. I’m going to live with her, I need to know how I’m gonna take care of her.”

You meant your words, your mother had been through abuse in her first marriage, before she met your father.

His amber eyes met yours, filled with something between anger and sadness. 

“They’ve kept her locked in that house, forced her to work with him, train against her will, to endure his verbal abuse.”

You exhaled sharply. “Eris, if your feelings are involved he could challenge you to a blood duel, and what if she changes her mind and wants to go back?”

“She doesn’t want to go back, he’s been cruel, they’ve been cruel. He wants children, he tried impregnating her, guilting her into not drinking the potion. She was miserable there.

She left them a goodbye letter saying she fled to the Continent and found a man while working. No one knows she’s here. No one knows I’m involved. She covered her tracks. Lucien is taking care of the rest.”

You leaned against your desk, rubbing your temples. 

“She won’t be safe in Spring if they find out.”

“Then hide her in your manor, just until I figure something out.”

You scoffed, shaking your head. “You mean until you figure out how to deal with your father which, might I add, Night is supposed to be helping you with.”

Your voice dropped into a harsh whisper.

“Eris, you need them as your ally. I’ve been talking to Helion, but he hasn’t been responding well to this plan of ours. He’s worried about your mother’s life and now with Nesta in the game,” you said, your voice firm, as you crossed your arms.

“He is not supposed to be involved, he’s at fault for her misery in the first place. I have everything under control,” Eris snapped, frustration evident in his tone.

You laughed bitterly.

“You just showed me how much control you have. Helion needs to be involved because your mother is his mate, just like Nesta is Cassian’s mate. Do you see how many problems this might cause?”

His glare was sharp, his jaw clenched in anger. “And what about your mate?” he seethed.

Your powers flared to life, vines curling slowly behind your back, twisting with an almost dangerous grace. 

“That’s a new low, Eris,” you said coldly. “Mind your tongue.”

The room pulsed with the intensity of your anger, your gaze locked with his as the vines continued to unravel.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have.”

Eris clenched his jaw and he didn’t argue further.

You exhaled. “ She can stay, under the condition that she follows my rules.”

“She will,” Eris said.

 “She won’t be harmed. She’ll be treated with dignity and respect. I promise”

Eris stood up, stepping closer. His expression softened as he placed his hands gently around you.

Then, with a quiet exhale, he hugged you. It was hesitant at first, as if he was afraid you might still push him away. But when you didn’t, he tightened his grip, pulling you tighter.

 He needed the reassurance and to be honest you needed it too. You were touch starved. 

The last time this had happened, you were both sixteen, young, reckless and untouched by the burdens that now were weighing on you. 

That night, in the quiet of the woods, you had made a bargain to always protect eachother and be loyal to one another.

Now, years later, everything was different. And yet, for the briefest moment, as you stood in his arms, it felt like nothing had changed at all, like it was before the duties and the wars that had hardened you both.

But for just a second, you let yourself rest in the warmth of his embrace.

“Thank you,” he murmured.

“You know I still owe you Amias’ life and mine,” you murmured.

Eris nodded, understanding in his gaze.

“Tell him I love him,” he added softly, “and that I’m sorry I brought no presents this time.”

“I will.”

You exhaled, stepping back. “Now go, before I kick you out.”

Eris smirked. “Fine. I’ll come back later tonight.”

With that, you turned and walked out, making your way back to Amias.

⋆ ♡ ⋆

As you entered the room, your heart clenched. He had fallen asleep on the floor beside his toys, his small frame curled up, his wings enveloping his body as if he was hiding. His eyes fluttered open as he sensed your presence, his shadows slithered toward you, wrapping around your wrists as they tugged you closer to him.

“Has his father arrived?” you asked Nara quietly.

She shook her head. “Not even a letter, my lady.”

You swallowed the frustration rising in your throat.

Kneeling beside Amias, you gently brushed a curl from his damp cheek.

 “Amias,” you whispered.

He stirred, slowly sitting up, his puffy, red-rimmed eyes locking onto yours. He must have cried himself to sleep.

Guilt twisted in your chest. You cupped his cheek. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. Mommy had to talk with Uncle Eris.”

He blinked up at you. “Uncle Eris?”

You smiled faintly. “He’s sorry he couldn’t stay and he loves you very much.”

Amias nodded, rubbing at his tired eyes. Then, hesitantly, he asked, “Where is Daddy?”

You winced.

“Your father is coming later tonight,” you assured him.

“But he’ll make it up to you. He loves you very much, angel.”

Another small nod. But this time, there was hesitation in his expression, doubt creeping in.

“Will he come back?”

“Of course,” you said gently. “It’s just work.”

He nodded again, but sadness lingered in his gaze.

You pulled him close, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I love you, my sweet boy.”

He curled into your arms and as you held him. The thought of leaving him again, even just to deal with your new guest made your chest tighten.

But there was no choice.

You had a mess to clean up.

⋆ ♡ ⋆

Before you even reached the room, you could hear the shouting.

Multiple voices clashed over one another, servants hurriedly rushing away and power crackled in the air like a brewing storm.

Azriel was back.

Eris didn’t know about your bargain. You scolded yourself for the oversight, for not anticipating this. 

Heart pounding, you pushed forward, stepping into the chaos.

The scene before you was nothing short of a battlefield. The eldest Archeron sister stood behind Eris, half-hidden. Meanwhile, Lucien and Azriel were locked in a furious shouting match, their magic glowing.

Without hesitation, you slammed the heavy door shut.

Silence.

All heads snapped toward you, the tension thick enough to suffocate. The only sound left in the room was the sharp clack of your heels against the marble floor as you strode forward.

Azriel was a mess. His leathers were torn, his face bruised and bloodied, his normally pristine hair disheveled. He looked like he’d been in a fight, a bad one. But none of the others bore a single scratch. Whatever had happened, it had been before he came here.

You came to a stop in front of him, his chest rising and falling in ragged breaths. His massive wings were flared wide, casting a dark shadow over you. His golden-hazel eyes, now looking like liquid gold were locked onto Eris, his shadows writhing around him like vipers, ready to strike.

“Azriel,” you whispered.

He didn’t move. Didn’t look at you. His gaze stayed fixed on Eris, his fingers twitching at his sides.

Turning away from him, you addressed the others. 

“How the fuck can he enter?” Lucien demanded, his voice sharp.

“I will explain it later,” you promised, exhaling through your nose. 

“That was an oversight on my part.”

Eris stood firm, Nesta’s hand clasped tightly in his. She pressed herself further behind him, looking fragile, she was too thin, to small. Your gaze flicked back to Eris, searching his face for the anger you knew was brewing beneath his carefully controlled expression.

“I will take care of it,” you said, voice steady.

 “I promise you, nothing is as it seems right now. She is safe and welcome here.”

The bargain between you pulsed, a reminder to Eris of the vow you had made. 

Eris’s jaw tensed, his features hardening for a moment before something in him relented. He believed you. Even if his body remained coiled tight with tension, his grip on Nesta’s hand loosened just slightly.

“Lex will see that you are accommodated, undisturbed and left in peace,” you said evenly. Your voice left no room for argument. “No one will harm you in my home.”

The three walked out and Azriel moved to follow, but you grabbed his wrist gently.

“Don’t,” you said, your voice firm yet soft.

His jaw clenched in frustration. He didn’t pull away, but his posture stiffened, as if he were ready to break.

When the door clicked shut behind them, Azriel’s eyes focused solely on you. His wings were still spread wide, his golden eyes locked onto yours, intense and piercing.

You felt small in front of him, towering over you like a giant, but you felt no fear. His presence was overwhelming, yet strangely comforting. His shadows reached out, enveloping your body in a cool, almost soothing embrace. They were like a second skin.

“Sit,” you said, motioning toward the chair opposite you.

He hesitated for a moment before lowering himself into the seat, his body still tense as if every muscle was on alert.

Your gaze scanned his body as you took in the damage. His knuckles were swollen, the deep bruises darkening his skin. His body was covered in cuts and bruises.

Kneeling infront of him you softly took his hand, gently healing it with your magic. You moved slowly, deliberately, feeling the power flow through you, soothing the pain in his injured hand.

“Where were you?” you asked quietly, focusing on his hand, avoiding looking into his eyes for a moment.

His voice was rough as he answered, his gaze never leaving you. 

“Searching.”

“For the eldest, I presume?” you asked, your fingers intertwined with his.

He nodded, his gaze never leaving yours as you worked, your touch soft but deliberate.

You bent his hand gently to assess the damage.

Azriel liked the quiet, how quiet his head was with you right now. His heart began to pound, a realisation dawning on him. He liked the way you touched him, how soft and careful you were, just like you used to be.

Bending his hand back, you asked, “Does it hurt?”

He shook his head, though the faint wince in his expression suggested otherwise.

Your face softened, but your words were anything but gentle. 

“The next time you come like this into my house, I will skin you and string you up for everyone to see.”

Azriel’s breath caught at the sharpness of your tone, his chest tightening. Before he could respond, you interrupted him, your voice cutting through the moment.

“Let me heal your face,” you said quietly, your voice softer again.

You reached up to touch his face, your magic cold against his burning wounds. As your fingers grazed his skin, he closed his eyes, the sensation both soothing and unsettling. He shouldn’t feel good about this, about the way your touch calmed him, about the way it made something stir deep inside him. He had thought of you as someone who had wronged him, someone he should stay away from. But now, something about your presence made him feel a pull that he couldn’t explain, like he had to tell you everything.

“Cassian,” he said, his voice rough, barely a whisper as his mind swirled with confusion.

“What?” you asked softly, focusing on his face as your magic worked.

“It was Cassian,” he said again, this time his voice strained. 

“He’s the one who did this to me.”

“Why would he…?” you asked, still working on his face, your fingers lingering near his lips.

Blood was dripping down his chin, he must have bit it open again.

Azriel’s breath was shallow as he struggled to make sense of his emotions.

“He’s going mad,” he murmured, his voice tight.

“Because of Nesta?” you asked.

“Yes,” Azriel confirmed, his tone bitter, almost defeated.

Your fingers lingered a moment longer, pressing gently to his lips, trying to heal the blood that still trickled from the cut. His heartbeat quickened, every nerve responding to your touch. His eyes met yours and for a split second, the world seemed to fall away. Desire stirred deep inside him he just hoped you wouldn’t notice. He wanted to kiss you, feel your lips against his once again, to stop pretending everything had been fine. But that would complicate everything. You would kill him if he tried.

He had been dreaming of you since the moment he saw you again, after four long years. And now, as your touch lingered on his skin, it felt like he had been pulled back in time

Before everything went wrong.

His thoughts were interrupted by your words, cutting through his thought. 

“That your High Lord said he would execute her?” you asked, your voice bringing him back to the present.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice barely audible, breathless.

“Azriel,” your voice was soft, a gentle whisper that seemed to draw him in, your words wrapping around him like a siren’s call. He shut his eyes, groaning quietly, hoping you wouldn’t notice how his body reacted to your closeness.

“It was Rhys, not Cassian,” he responded, his voice hoarse.

“I don’t think a mate would leave another if they felt safe, right?” you pressed, your gaze steady, a challenge in your voice.

Azriel’s eyes met yours again, his breath hitching. He noticed the way your fingers glided over his skin, tenderly healing the cuts Cassian had left. His face was swollen, bruised, luckily, his jaw wasn’t broken and it seemed most of the wounds would heal fairly easily.

“He’s been kind of an asshole to her,” Azriel muttered, his voice rough as he tried to explain. “He’s been working and stressed a—”

“Would you have treated your mate like this?” you interrupted, the question almost too soft, too easy for him to answer.

You cradled his face gently, the light from your magic casting a soft blue glow around the room, healing his injuries as you continued to hold him. His eyes stayed locked with yours as you worked, his breath steadying despite the chaos inside. He felt lightheaded with how close you were to him.

“Never,” Azriel whispered, his voice tight. He licked his dry lips, his gaze never wavering from yours.

“Then why would it be okay for him to?”

Azriel swallowed hard, his thoughts racing. You weren’t wrong. Everything inside him wanted to defend Cassian, to defend the bond between mates, but the truth was hard to deny. He had failed to protect Nesta.

“I know your brother is in pain, but so is she,” you said softly, you almost had him.

Azriel’s jaw tightened beneath your touch, his breath quickening. His scarred hands moved to gently hold your wrists, as if to remove them from his face, but he winced at the pain.

Gently, you moved your hand over his chest, your fingers tracing his worn leathers. With delicate care, you unbuttoned his jacket, exposing the bruised skin underneath. His broken ribs made it difficult to breathe, you could see his discomfort. You began to heal him, the cool light of your magic glowing softly against his injured skin.

As the adrenaline slowly left his body, the pain seemed to hit him all at once. His eyes closed briefly, but when they opened again, they locked onto yours. 

“You won’t tell them where she is,” you whispered, your voice unwavering.

His breath caught as your hands continued to work, moving to the buttons of his clothes, carefully unfastening his belt and unbuttoning his pants.

“Our son needs to be safe in his home,” you said meeting his lidded eyes.

“And you’ll make sure that nesta location wont be revealed either, just like you promised, right?”

Azriel let out a soft whimper.

“Yeah,” he whispered, his voice barely audible as your hands continued their work.

Your hands moved carefully across his skin, over his chest to his throat. You stood up, now almost taller than him, tracing the handprint left on his throat.

“You’ll keep Nesta and us safe, right?” 

Azriel nodded, his eyes meeting yours with a promise in them.

“It’s a bargain then,” you said softly.

“Yes” He said without hesitation, you felt a small burn behind your ear, you would check it out later.

You continued to heal him, your fingers gently brushing across the scarred surface of his hand. Something inside you stirred, something small, but it was there. You would deal with it later.

“Good,” you said, your voice returning to its usual firmness.

Standing straight, you broke the moment, your voice sharp and composed once more. 

“Button up your pants. I’ll send another healer to take over.”

“I have to talk to the others,” you added, your words cold once again, as if nothing had changed.

Azriel looked up at you in confusion he wa so confuse about . “What?”

Azriel felt like the air had been knocked from his lungs.

His fingers twitched where they rested on his thighs, his mind still catching up to what had just happened. The warmth of your hands still lingered on his skin, but it had been a lie. You had just guided him exactly where you wanted, let him believe he was safe with you, that he could be vulnerable, just for a moment.

But you had never meant for it to be anything more than a transaction.

A bargain.

His stomach twisted, he felt sick. He should have known better. He should have seen it coming. 

His jaw tightened as he watched you pull away, as if nothing had happened. The warmth in your voice was gone, replaced by that same cold, detached authority you always wielded so well.

He had been played.

And the worst part?

It wasn’t just anger that was coiling in his chest. It was something else, something darker, more dangerous.

Because for the first time in years, he had felt something real with you again. And he had no idea if he hated you for it… or if he wanted more.

“Amias has been waiting and crying all day,” you said, your eyes narrowing slightly. 

“He’s been missing you. We’ll also need to have a conversation about that.”

Azriel’s face softened, guilt flashing in his eyes.

“Rest,” you said firmly. “You need it.”

He hesitated for a moment before standing up. His face, though no longer bruised visibly, still held the exhaustion and pain of the day. 

“Let me see him first,” he requested quietly.

“You’re still hurt,” you said, pointing at him. “He’ll notice.”

His jaw clenched. 

“Let me see him. Do I always have to beg you?” His voice was a mixture of frustration and hurt.

You didn’t flinch, your eyes locking onto his with a coldness that was never this vicious.

 “Careful,” you said, your voice icy. It was a warning, a sharp reminder of the boundaries you’d set.

Azriel gulped, his posture stiffening before he slowly sank back into the chair, visibly deflated.

“You’ll see him when the healer allows it,” you added, your words leaving no room for argument.

With one final glance, you turned on your heel and walked out, the door closing behind you with a soft click, leaving Azriel to wrestle with his frustration and the worst day he might have had in a long century.

⋆ ♡ ⋆

Walking past the open window, you reached out and grabbed the white cat by the scruff of its neck. It let out a terrible, loud meow, its green eyes glaring at you with all the rage it could muster.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’ve been up to, you little shit,” you muttered, holding it up to eye level.

The cat hissed, its tail lashing in irritation, but you didn’t let go. You simply kept walking, its tiny body dangling from your grip as it continued to yowl at you.

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Could I request a reader who loves to cook for their lover with whichever characters you like (as long as Aventurine is included)?

Imagine them (the characters) getting jealous because the reader started cooking for other people. Nothing serious of course, just them getting a little pouty because they're note the only ones eating their cooking anymore.

A Taste of Jealousy

Summary: In a cozy kitchen, you are preparing food for someone else instead of your partner, which elicits mixed reactions.

Tags: Blade x Reader, Kafka x Reader, Acheron x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Sunday x Reader, Fluff, Romantic, Cooking, Jealousy, Affection, Playfulness, Established Relationship.

Warnings: Jealousy, Possessiveness.

A/N: Hope you love it!! 🤭💖

Blade

In the dim light of your kitchen, the scent of simmering spices filled the air, a comforting contrast to Blade’s usually dark presence. As you chopped vegetables, he leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching you with a mix of admiration and annoyance.

“Who are you cooking for?” he asked, his voice low and slightly edged with jealousy.

You glanced up, surprised by the sudden tension. “Just some friends who dropped by. I thought I’d share my cooking.”

Blade’s eyes narrowed slightly. “I see.” His posture shifted, and he stepped closer. “I suppose I’ll have to remind them that your skills belong to me.”

You laughed, the sound light and playful. “I’ll save the best for you, I promise.”

He nodded, but you noticed the slight pout on his lips as he watched you chop. “They’re not worthy of your food...” he muttered, glancing away, a hint of possessiveness lacing his tone.

Kafka

Kafka sauntered into your kitchen, the aroma of your latest culinary experiment wafting through the air. She leaned casually against the counter, eyeing the spread with a sly grin.

“Cooking for someone special?” she teased, her voice smooth and playful.

“Just some friends,” you replied, stirring a pot of fragrant stew. “I wanted to try something new.”

Her brow arched, a flicker of jealousy crossing her features. “Oh? So, I’m not the only one enjoying your cooking anymore?”

You turned to her, sensing the shift in her demeanor. “You know you’re always my favorite.” you reassured, a smile dancing on your lips.

Kafka smirked but crossed her arms, feigning indifference. “I expect a private tasting session after this.” There was a glint in her eye that promised mischief, and you knew she’d get her way.

“Of course. Just you and me,” you replied, sensing her playful jealousy ease.

Aventurine

Aventurine entered the room, a playful glint in his eyes as he caught sight of you at the stove. The aroma of spices danced in the air, and a grin spread across his face.

“Cooking up a storm for someone else?” he teased, leaning casually against the doorframe.

You turned, stirring a colorful mix in the pan. “Just some friends. I thought it would be fun.”

His expression shifted, a hint of a pout forming on his lips. “But what about me? I thought I was your favorite chef’s assistant.”

You laughed, finding his playful jealousy endearing. “You know you are! I’ll save you the best portion.”

He stepped closer, feigning nonchalance. “I suppose that’ll have to do… but don’t think I won’t demand a private dinner afterward.”

“Deal.” you replied, feeling his competitive spirit flare even in something as simple as cooking.

Sunday

Sunday entered the kitchen, a gentle smile gracing his face as he caught the delightful aroma of your cooking. However, that smile quickly faded into a slight pout when he saw you preparing a meal for others.

“Ah, I see you’re cooking for someone else.” he remarked, trying to maintain his usual calm demeanor but unable to hide the hint of jealousy in his eyes.

You looked up, surprised by the shift in his mood. “It’s just for some friends who stopped by. I wanted to share a little of what I’ve learned.”

His expression turned wistful, arms crossing as he leaned against the counter. “But you know I enjoy your cooking the most. It feels… special when you make it for me.”

You laughed softly, recognizing the playful possessiveness in his tone. “You know you’ll always be my favorite person to cook for, Sun.”

He softened at your words, but there was still a glimmer of mischief in his gaze. “Well, I expect a private tasting session later, then. I can’t let others enjoy your creations too much, can I?”

You smiled warmly, feeling his lighthearted jealousy ease. “Of course. Just you and me. I’ll make something extra special.”

His pout turned into a satisfied grin, and for a moment, you could see the warmth of his intentions shining through. “I look forward to it, then.”

Acheron

Acheron leaned against the wall, watching you with an unreadable expression as you prepared a simple meal. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity, though there was an underlying tension.

“Who are you cooking for?” she finally asked, breaking the silence, her voice soft yet firm.

You looked up, surprised. “Just some travelers passing through. I thought they could use a warm meal.”

Acheron’s expression darkened slightly, her posture stiffening. “You’re sharing your skills with others?” The hint of a pout formed on her lips.

You chuckled, sensing the rare glimpse of vulnerability in her demeanor. “It’s just food, Acheron. You know you’re the one I enjoy cooking the most.”

She stepped closer, her gaze intense. “I’d prefer to keep your talents to myself. You know how much I dislike sharing.”

You smiled warmly, feeling her jealousy melt away as you offered her a taste. “Here, just for you.”

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✿ 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 ✿

characters: self aware!acheron x isekai!gn!reader, slight dan heng x reader to the end

warnings: fluff, poor attempt at humor, consumption of alcohol, lying (from dan heng), brief appearance of playable characters, description of acheron test run, reader is isekaid into the hsr world and is just trying to live their life, reader is referred to as aeon of life and your excellency

notes: just had a shower thought and remembered acheron interaction from the cosmodessy event and BOOM! part 2 of dragon fic is on the work i swEAR PLS DONT EAT ME the divider is from @/rookthornesartistry

“hmm…”

what a tricky situation. acheron had been wandering through the dreams of penacony to find out about the truth of the oak family. or at least, finding some hint and cases that has been silenced by the family. but on the way…

“i seem to be lost”

yes, the amnesiac galaxy ranger had found herself lost once more. she had briefly agreed with the astral express to meet them later at the clockie statue of golden hour, but the poor woman was now wondering which way is which and which direction she should be heading towards. oh well, she’ll figure it out later. right now, she needed to know where she was or attempt to find a familiar face.

looking around herself, acheron could hear the faint sound of jazz playing further down one of the halls. there also seem to be other people there as she could make out laughter and murmuring of people alongside the scent of alcohol wafting through the air.

a bar, perhaps?

quietly, she makes her way to the end of the hall, opening the double doors and coming to what she guessed was a bar. it did indeed seem like it, though just maybe a bit smaller than the usual grand and bright neon sign filled ones at the golden hour. briefly, the woman takes a moment to look around, hoping to find a familiar face. there was a bartender behind the bar, a halovian mixing a drink. perhaps she could ask her—?

a familiar colored hair catches acheron’s attention just as she was about to make her way over to the bartender. there, far away from the crowd of people at one of the seats sat the aeon of life. their back turned to others, seemingly running away from attention as they hunch over their table. acheron had never personally met the aeon of life before but she had felt their warmth, heard some snippets about them through the trailblazer and during an odd battle she was forced to fight in and have seen glimpses of their visage through the screen that the trailblazer allowed her to.

when acheron was first teleported to some theme park of penacony, she wondered if someone had kidnapped her. but when the ranger tried to move herself, she had found it impossible. until she did. someone or something was controlling her body, making her draw her blade and fight, yet she found it hard to hate the puppeteer. it felt… warm. to the lone galaxy ranger, this odd puppeteer of hers gave her a warm feeling, like being gently cradled by the sun. gentle and kind as the puppeteer moves her around, muffled gasps of awe and words of admiration falling onto her ears. this puppeteer of hers’ voice sounded gentle, soothing her heart, filling the loneliness of her soul. as quickly as it came, it disappeared and she was back in her room at the reality of the hotel.

when she briefly mentioned of this incident when she met welt of the astral express, he simply smiled with a knowing expression. the older man had told her about the aeon of life — or at least their reborn mortal self — and how they would sometimes guide some people to help them solve their problem or to bless them with more strength. most of the times though, these people were pathstriders, he told her.

and now here she was, in the flesh, being able to see the aeon of life themself.

quietly, the ranger makes her way towards the hunched over aeon. they seem to have had some glasses of drinks, the ice in them melting inside the glass as they lay their head on their arms, one hand wrapped around the glass of their next drink.

meanwhile, you try to fight back some sleep. drowsiness falling over you due to all sorts of drinks you’ve consumed. though, most were alcohol free, they still managed to knock you down a peg. must be the secret of being penacony dreamscape drinks or something. or maybe it was just siobhan’s specialty. she seemed very skilled in the art of free mixing.

the faint sound of heels clacking catches your attention though, making you stop and take a moment to listen carefully. not so soon after, the sound stops right behind you, along with a faint presence behind your back. you try to play asleep, hoping the person would just buy the act and leave you alone. ever since you were isekaid into the star rail world, people have been clamoring for your attention left and right. you came to penacony with the express in hopes of blending within the bright lights and dazzling signs of the dream world for people to ignore you and give you some time to breathe.

though, the presence continues to stay. lingering just behind you.

gulping, remembering an iconic meme back from your world, you slowly get up from your laying position and turn your head around to see who it was.

“YAAGHH—!” you yelp out loud, nearly shrieking as you jump from your seat when you saw acheron just silently staring at you, a bit closer than what you would prefer. the woman blinks, eyeing you carefully as she takes in your appearance. meanwhile, you hold a hand over your heart to calm the rapid beating of it.

breathing in and out, you eventually manage to calm yourself down. keeping an awkward eye contact with the ranger, you reach out to your unfinished glass of drink, taking a long sip from it. all the while, acheron continues to hold this somewhat awkward stare down.

“a-acheron, what are you doing here? you scared the shit out of me” you say, now finally calm after that last gulp of your drink. the woman’s exposed purple eye widens slightly, as if she was surprised by the fact you knew her. ah right, you two haven’t officially met each other in the flesh. so of course it will come off as weird to the galaxy ranger.

“i appear to be lost, your excellency” she replies, noting the unusual hue of your eye. it had a ring of gold in it, making you look otherworldly. but in this life where people can easily travel from one world to the other, that wasn’t exactly a compliment enough to say that you looked beautiful.

right, you remembered now that acheron had a tendency to forget things very easily and she would continue to be amnesiac until she draws her blade.

“well… where do you need to go then?”

the two of you have made your way out of siobhan’s bar, out of the dreamscape reverie hotel and towards the golden hour as she had said. but first you made little detours in your walk, stopping a few memory zone memes that has become unstable — during the whole time, acheron had told you to stay behind her so you would be safe — taking your time to admire the scenery of the dreamscapes before you two finally made it to the golden hour. it was buzzing, bustling with people from all over the galaxy and street vendors raising their voices to catch someone’s attention.

seeing a floating ice cream at the other end of the street, acheron steps onto the road without looking.

“ache, watch out!” you quickly reach out, holding her hand and yanking her back to yourself as a speeding car nearly runs her over. warm. you felt warm to the touch, gentle in the way you handled her as if she was made of glass. tender, almost, like a lover would hug another to their heart. she liked the way you hugged her, even though it was one born out of protective instinct.

“are you okay?” you ask, squeezing her bicep gently to take her attention. acheron turns her head to look at you, nodding her head that she was fine. everyone would be fine if they were in your protection after all. warm, safely tucked into your loving embrace.

“ache” she spoke suddenly, taking your attention back to herself. “you called me ache, your excellency. do you like the nickname?” the ranger asks, having never received any nicknames from others. this was her first time, having lost everyone she was close to and being forced to walk a lonely road until she caught the gaze of nothingness itself. even if she did indeed had gained nicknames from others before, she had long forgotten them. so this newfound form of kinship in you, in being given something intimate to be referred to by someone, brought a feeling of joy to the lonely ranger.

“i mean… do you like it?” you ask, looking at her face if she would give away any indication that she disliked it. to which you saw nothing. only the faint smile growing on her face. you liked that look on her face. the brooding, sad, melancholic look that she usually wears never fitted her. but when she did that, had a small smile on her face with a face of contentment, it seemed to suit her much better.

“mhm” acheron simply nods, an odd feeling of childish glee in her heart at the thought of having earned an intimate nickname. not from just anyone, but from you — the aeon of life, the very first living being that came to existence and decided to bless other lifeless things into meaningful ones. the aeon of life whose love and care held no bounds, reaching all over galaxies and world — even to ones that were distant and lone — embracing them in your love and care.

acheron liked the nickname “ache”. a heron liked to enjoy her time beside you. with you.

holding hands, eating floating ice creams and magical popcorns, the two of your take your sweet time during your detour to the clockie statue in golden hour. some people stopped you to ask for your autograph or a selfie together. it had become a common thing for you to experience ever since you got isekaid into this world.

the way you stopped to laugh at acheron’s face, where she had undoubtedly made a mess when eating her newly favorite peach flavored ice cream, the way you took out a napkin, wiping away the mess from her lips in such a tender manner caught the attention of a certain bloodhound. gallagher watched, jealous and other unknown bitter feelings swirling inside him as he watches your “date” with acheron from a bit away. he didn’t understand why he was so jealous. he was already in your grace, having come home to you many times while the ranger hadn’t came home to you even once.

but coming home, being in your grace and going on dates with you and holding hands were two completely different things. maybe he should invite you to come over at siobhan’s bar more.

finally, the pair of you made it to the clockie statue. when nearing to your destination, you felt the metal clawed hand of acheron tightening around yours. she seemed sad over the fact she had to let you go. it was nice to be beside you. holding hands, making jokes, feeling of belonging and comfort easily sweeping over her in waves that she never felt before. and yet she had to let go now. the express members were looking at you two weirdly.

“it’s alright, ache. we’ll go on more walks together later, okay? you have my phone number after all. you can text me if you want” your soothing voice graces her ears, filling the empty void of her heart. the woman remembers now. you gave her your number on the way here.

nodding, very reluctantly, acheron’s hands lets go of yours. immediately she wanted to reach out to hold your hand again, to feel the warmth of the sun from your skin again. but she holds herself back, afraid that she might scare you off with how forward she may come off as.

“see you later!”

“aaah… hopefully, today won’t be filled with creepy stalkers or annoying fans running after me…” you groan out, slumped over on one of the seats at the theme park. there wasn’t much people around, even if there were, the people here were too immersed in the exhilarating experience of the theme park. this place really was the world of dreams, huh…

“good afternoon, everyone. this is the ipc broadcast, coming back with news from all over the galaxy” one of the radios that was placed around the theme park speaks up, the familiar voices of the two npc’s coming through to catch some gossip loving folks’ attention.

“yesterday, at the world of dreams penacony, many people have reported to seeing their excellency, the aeon of life, going on a date with a certain mysterious purple haired woman” oh fuck no. no more gossip regarding the most basic things you do. please, no more scandals.

“some reports have stated that their excellency was sighted holding hands and going around one of the most famous dreamscapes of penacony — the golden hour — in a seemingly intimate date with the woman” it wasn’t a date! besides, people were too damn invested into your life.

groaning and silently spewing curses under your breath, you tune out the rest of the news broadcast, instead focusing on the taste of soulglad in your hand. at least there weren’t anyone around to bother you today. or anyone to spook you by just silently standing behind you. breathing down your neck, quietly standing there as if waiting for you to slowly turn around with “it’s behind me, isn’t it?”.

wait that’s too specific.

“your excellen—“

“whAT THE FUCK?!” safe to say, you jumped out of your seat when the familiar soothing voice of dan heng reached your ears. some people around turned to give you a weird or concerned stare.

“dan heng?! the hell are you doing here? aren’t you supposed to be back at the express?” you choke out, thankfully having not thrown your glass of soulglad in your fright. in return, the quiet dragon only tilts his head slightly, a sheepish look on his face. he lowkey reminded you of a puppy with that face…

“i came here to check on the other express members. they weren’t replying to me in the group chat. and now—“

“— and now you’re lost” you finish for him, waiting, keeping an eye contact to see if he would deny or agree. to which he simply nodded his head as slight pink hue spread over his cheeks.

“alright where do you need to go?”

“the golden hour, clockie statue”

“alright, alright. jeez, what’s up with you guys always meeting up at the statue?”

“uhm… your excellency?”

“yeah?”

“can we… hold hands?”

tomorrow, another hit news was broadcasted by the ipc broadcast, speaking of how the aeon of life was spotted going on another date with a young, handsome man from the astral express.

[mubabee]

may I request....

genderbent Acheron?

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

I lied guys, screw the pen I can draw with my finger😈(the first one was drawn with pen though, like 3-4 weeks ago.)

I don’t know much about acheron so I’m going off what vibes I get from her

Y’all, I was listening to PIN-EYE by Jhariah, and I felt the need to draw a fake random scenario 😩

[beruxyz]

| "ᴵᶠ ˢᴴᴱ ᴴᴬˢ ᴺᴼ ᶠᴬᴺˢ ᵀᴴᴱᴺ ᴵ ᴬᴹ ᴰᴱᶜᴱᴬˢᴱᴰ"

- ꜱᴇʟꜰ!ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ ʜꜱʀ ᴡᴏᴍᴇɴ x ꜱᴛʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ!ɢɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ.

- ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ: ᴀᴄʜᴇʀᴏɴ, ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ꜱᴡᴀɴ, ᴋᴀꜰᴋᴀ

- ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴘᴜʟʟɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪʜɪʟɪᴛʏ ʟᴇꜱʙɪᴀɴꜱ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʙᴀᴅ ꜰᴀɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀ.

- ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʙᴀᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴄʀɪɴɢᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ & ᴄʜᴀᴛ (ᴡᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ɪᴛ), ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴏᴏᴄ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ?, ꜱᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ, ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ

ꜱ/ɴ = ꜱᴛʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ

+ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ? ꜱᴇᴛ… ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ!

The light emitting from Y/N's computer being the only source of light inside the small streamer's bedroom. Blinds and curtains were closed while the steady stream of users chatting 'Hello' in their livestream multiplied.

"Welcome back to another stream everyone! I have to be just a little quiet today because... It's night, Dark as hell." Y/N spoke with a nervous grin in their face, Chat just spammed random emotes while others asked what they would be doing today.

"So, If you haven't been on the last streams of me just farming every single nook and cranny in this god forsaken game then we are going to be pulling today!"

"....I have saved for SO long omg.." They muttered while booting up the game, A grin now placed on their face as they finally shared their screen.

"I'm on 10 pity and 50/50 so.. I just REALLY hope she comes home! Please! PLEASE! I have pre-farmed and everything!" They yelled quietly while in the dark abyss of their bedroom. Chat just spammed whatever they felt like as Y/N finally showed the wishing screen.

*warning: This may be a bit off script on Kafka's part*

- ＡＣＨＥＲＯＮ || Self-Annihilator

- Acheron would have never once believed she was made for entertainment, Every tragedy she has seen, Every fight she had been engaged to and won most preferably. Yes, She believes she at least has some reasons to not only be made for 'Entertainment'.

- But here she stands, Back pressed against the invisible box she is caged in along with other people who have never been "pulled" by you.

- Her aloof personality helping her understand that "Oh yes, I see. I was merely created to be a puppet, an entertainment. I see."

- Glitching in all her glory, She had always had her eyes on you. From the very moment she gained sentience. Seeing the puppet you control from reality talking to her, Forcing the trailblazers to do your bidding.

- Always hearing you talking about her, Your absurd comments about her is beyond comparable to those of atrocities. Talking to other beings she never even hear at least once speak, Although a robotic voice she could hear, Talking to you and your loneliness.

- Yet, She can't help but feel endeared about some of your comments, Your presence when she would be talking to the Trailblazer had a sort of calming effect on her.

- Still, She absolutely despises you. Have you no sense of pride or dignity?

- She wonders. Just how far can she go before you truly understand what it means to leave a life of fakery.

*ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐༘⋆*ੈ♡⸝⸝⋆*ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐⸝⸝*ੈ♡

"Omg look at her!" Y/N gushed as they stared at the splash art of Acheron. Spam clicking on Acheron's face as some sort of wishing ritual.

"Fellas, is it gay to wanna get stabbed by her? I mean, You're literally getting entered on by a woman." Y/N said suddenly with an eyebrow raised, Looking straight at the camera.

"cupcakemangabaker: We officially lost them"

"YouLeftMeHanging: I bet it's neon purple and fades to black at the base"

"IKnowYoureReal replying to YouLeftMeHanging: WOAH HUH?"

YouLeftMeHanging has been put to timeout

"Alright well! Enough of that! We got ourselves a gay to catch fellas!" Y/N spoke in their most southeasterner accent possible. "Yeehaw brother!" They spoke as they finally clicked the 10 pull.

"Hm.." She hummed as a bright light suddenly engulfed her.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" They yelled all of the sudden while standing up from their seat as the ticket had a faded rainbow on it, The music changing signifying that it is in fact is a 5 star. "Omg wait wait, No no... PLEASE OMG! WAIT WAIT!" S/N immediately turned off the background music.

As Pompom finally gets blown away and the doors of the astral express opened, The first thing that came on Y/N's screen was

Harmony.. Atleast Bronya... Yay.

As the screen continued against the streamer's wishes, For a split second, The path immediately changed to Nihility.

"Acheron..." Merely a borrowed name. You know my nature, remember my deeds... Thus, I am Acheron." The voice line played as Acheron showed up in front of Y/N's monitor.

Mouth wide open with a dumb struck look on their face, Y/N was both confused and thanking the hoyo-gods for giving them Acheron.

"Now wait just a goddamn minute. We all saw the Harmony icon right? I wasn't hallucinating that shit?" Y/N asked nervously, Wondering if they just hacked the game despite literally not having any sort of mod in game.

"KinkyKnifeCollector: Imagine it's one of those self aware au's I've been reading lmfaoo"

"IDontDoWellWithRopes: i bet another acheron is behind that one too"

"Oh please, That's never happening." Y/N said while rolling their eyes, Clicking on the skip button as they already got Acheron.

10.

10 Acherons suddenly flooded the streamer's screen, "umm..Guys? This really scary" The streamer quoted as they looked back and forth to their screen and camera.

"This is a dream..probably.. because NO WAY." Y/N was starting to second guess themselves at this point. Did they have a hack client? There was no way this was ACTUALLY possible.

"I mean like come on, If hoyo wanted me to get gangbanged by Acheron they should just make her real!" Deciding to just fully ignore chat, Nervously making jokes to lighten the mood. Specifically their mood, Because what the fuck is this bullcrap?!

"ilovemangaandbaking: OMG HOW?? Please please pull on my account ples please pelase pealase"

"[MOD]AMatchIntoWater replying to ilovemangaandbaking: Brother eugh"

"DisgustRunsThroughMyVeins: I bet it's a man (I'm a man).

As Y/N hurried to place Acheron on their team, They are immediately reminded once more that they managed to get E6.. In a singular 10 pull.

Finally placing Acheron on their team, Switching to Acheron immediately as they finally let the most excited scream ever, Even when they said it was night, I'm sure the neighbors won't mind a few screams of terror.

- ＢＬＡＣＫ ＳＷＡＮ || Memokeeper

- Black Swan was a bit shocked at first. After all, Who wouldn't be shocked by the revelation that you are created to be played with?

- Still, She had to be composed as always. Talking to this mascot and husk of a person that occupies the player from reality itself.

- When she no longer mattered did she suddenly get transported into an invisible box in the dark void of the abyss. Space was quite literally moving faster than she had ever seen in this.. box.

- It was little uncomfortable, walking on air. Sure, she could pass through walls but at least she had some sort of grasp of where she is and what she's standing on. Now she has no concept of where in the world she is and she feels like a migraine is coming.

- Her only knowledge of people she is stuck with coming from the trailblazer and even then, the information is barely enough to get her to have at least a conversation with most of them.

- A lost child, A soldier, A guardian... The Astral Express. and some.. sassy lost child with another sassy lost child. She's beginning to see a pattern with the Xianzhou Loufu now.

- She absolutely was bewildered with your comments about her. Something about you wishing to be used by her glass hands.. She supposes she should ignore that part unless her mind delves deeper within the meaning of that.

- Will you still say the same thing when you're face to face with her or will you be consumed by fear itself?

*ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐༘⋆*ੈ♡⸝⸝⋆*ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐⸝⸝*ੈ♡

"haha very funny chat." Y/N spoke blankly as they pressed on another 10 pull, Who knew such character would be so hard to get! Chat was already betting that they would lose their 50/50 on hard pity.

"everyoneisaddlcreference: I BET 100 BUCKS!"

"IgnoringMeAreWe: I BET MY SOUL!"

"Okay we don't HAVE to go that far with the bets calm down!" Y/N spoke, Their No BS facade crumbling as they let out a huff of amusement. "I would let her fuck me, Peg me just come home PLEASE."

As the streamer finally reached hard pity, Chat was already spamming Ls on them, Cyberbullying was their love language they supposed. "I'm taking the fattest L right now dude.."

"Im..ImTheProtagonist!: Point and laugh everyone."

"sentientcupcake replying to Im..ImTheProtagonist!: ick."

"Im..ImTheProtagonist!: WHAT DID I DO?!"

"Omg... PLEASE JUST GIVE ME BLACK SWAN HOYOVERSE!" Y/N yelled as they slammed their desk, It was mostly for the bit of course but maybe breaking their desk might.. work?

"WITH THESE STELLAR JADES I SUMMON, BLACK SWAN!"

"WHAT THE-"

The ticket had a faded rainbow trail on it, It was barely noticeable but Y/N saw it and immediately screamed in happiness. Fuck them neighbors and fuck chat too, IT IS HARD PITY AND JUST GIVE THEM BLACK SWAN.

"Please! All I beg for is Black Swan, I will treat her right!" The streamer added, They were stood up already, hunched in front of the camera as they clicked past the other lightcones they acquired.

"Y/N.. Intriguing name. Hmm... and a fate that's quite elusive." Black Swan's voice rang inside the streamer's headphone, It felt like her voice was echoing inside their brain as they just stared at the splash art of Black Swan.

"SoldMySoulForPoetry: Oh man, I just lost 150 bucks :("

"YourReality: Why is no one mentioning that bs just said S/N's real name LMFAO"

"somearejustmyfavoritesongs: Probably because"

"SpiderDance!1!!1: Oh shit hoyo-police got to him"

"wow.. I mean damn, What the hell." Y/N mumbled as they finally sat themselves back in their chair, Looking over at their chat before awkwardly clearing their throat. "Damn, What just happened?" They chuckled as they clicked past Black Swan. They should probably end stream, they already had Black Swan now and It was so late anyways, plus they had to hangout with their friends tomorrow.

After saying goodbye to chat, Y/N finally let out a heavy sigh, leaning back on their chair as they began to ponder what the hell was that. No use thinking about it, It's just some pixels on a screen anyways.

"You won't even give me an ounce of your thoughts? How unfortunate."

"WHAT THE-"

- Ｋ Ａ Ｆ Ｋ Ａ || Stellaron Hunter

- Of course she knew it, Elio and his scripts, it's a ton of fun messing with you in the Space Station.

- But oh how she loved messing with you even more in the Xianzhou Loufu. You're so easy to read, Your questions had always been anticipated by her. Hearing herself say how your her child just left her wanting to laugh straight in your face.

- Thank god for the unbroken codes, She could mask it well. Although it's more or so of her facade that she keeps up, How adorable seeing you worry about her.

- Perhaps it might have even left her feeling a little giddy and endeared by your subtle love for her.

- It's not even subtle but still, It's like a high school crush. Atleast that's what Silverwolf said, "Ugh, What do you even see in them Kafka?", Honestly, she herself does not even know. All she knows is you're absolutely adorable.

- Your words really do leave her breathless, From laughing that is. It's cute seeing you gush about her and literally yell your heart out every chance you see her outside of your quests.

- But now, She has a chance to see you once more. There's not many chances of you seeing her since her banner had been long gone, Too bad you're a new player.

- But don't worry, A few tweaks and tricks by her companion will surely get that job done.

- You'll see her again. again and again until all you see is her. Just Kafka, In your reality. It's not gonna be a dream anymore, no.. no. Just you and her in the endless vast sea of space.

⋆·˚ ༘ <3*⋆·˚ ༘ *⋆·˚ ༘ *🔭!

"Guys, I'm not hacking I swear." Y/N spoke seriously as they checked their second monitor, Wondering how in the world they managed to get on Kafka's banner when it practically ended AGES ago. "This is like.. What is this? What even is this, I am so confused bro."

"I haven't even managed to farm THAT MANY stellar jades yet, I'm still stuck on the Loufu what the hell!" Y/N stated while throwing their hands up in the air, The wishing screen only having Kafka's banner on as well as the signature lightcone. No second banner, No standard banner, JUST Kafka.

"ilikefantasynovels: Guys donate to S/N so they can buy oneiric shard."

"Falckason: they're so poor charity is considered a heaven-sent for them LOL

"ItBoy donated $500: Take the L S/N"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN TAKE THE L, YOU DONATED 500 DOLLARS! also by the way thank you, I really appreciate it." They whispered the last part onto the mic as they put their face cam on full screen so the users couldn't see their credit card details.

"This is not scamming chat, My game is just built different." Y/N spoke with confidence as they finally switched the screen back to the wishing menu. "Obviously, I'm using 500 dollars worth of stellar jades just for Kafka."

"WindResistance: you were gonna get E6S5 Kafka one way or another"

"TRUE! That's sadly but not that sad.. very true. Look I just love her so much is it too much to ask for?!" Y/N yelled dramatically. "If I get her on my first ten pull I will end stream!"

Chat obviously disagreed with whatever stupid declaration S/N was saying in the heat of the moment. I mean come on, They were on 10 pity with literal dogshit luck!

As Y/N finally clicked the 10 pull button, The trail of the ticket glowed with a trail of rainbow, An obvious sign that it was a 5 star. Chat went wild seeing the streamer get a 5-Star on their 2nd 10 pull. Bombardments of 'WHAT' and random emotes flooding the small streamers chat box.

And the first thing that showed on Y/N's screen was...

"Hi, Astral Expressers... Well, you caught me." Kafka's voice line played, Chat spamming whatever emote they felt like while the streamer jumped off their seat and knelt down on the ground, As if praising every God they knew.

Sounds of dramatic yelling and crying were heard far off from the mic as Y/N was spouting nonsense before they immediately stood up and retuned to their desk. "Alright boys and girls! ENDING STREAM!" Y/N yelled once more into the mic before sincerely bidding the chat farewell, Ending the stream completely.

Y/N sighed heavily, A boulder lifted off their shoulders as they sat back down on their chair. Blankly looking at the screen of Kafka's splash art as they let a small giggle of happiness escape them.

"Kafka... Kafka" They hummed as they skipped past the pull, Before being bombarded by 7 different Kafka's and Bronya's light cone. "Oh what the hell?" They mumbled under their breath as they did double-take on their screen, Tiredness was slowly creeping up on them. They didn't even know if this was reality anymore.

"I should.. probably head to bed." They mumbled once more under their breath, Turning off the game and PC before heading to bed. Slowly drifting off to sleep as they laid in bed. Too bad you didn't realize the whispers of a certain someone.

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨! 𝘐 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘈𝘓𝘓 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘛𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘳. 𝘉𝘶𝘩-𝘣𝘺𝘦 <3

(Asks are open :>)

[lunajay33]

My Princess

•🪽🦇💙•

Summary: You are Feyres sister and have always been shy but when everything happens and you and your sisters become Fae, you find yourself falling in love with the mysterious shadow brother

Pairing: Azriel x Feyres sister

Content: Sneaking around, fluff, smut, getting caught

•Masterlist•

I never thought much about how my life would turn out, living in a run down home with my three sisters and father gave me no hope for what could come, I thought I would die young of either illness or starvation, I always tried to help Feyre when I could just to help and get away from Nesta and Elain, they never liked me much, I am I second youngest and they liked to point out every flaw of mine

But then one day everything changed when we were kidnapped and thrown into a cauldron changing out forms, from human to far, Nesta took an immense amount of power, Elain could feel the future and me, well I haven’t shown anyone what I’ve discovered, I can morphe into the shadows, dissapear whenever I want, it came in hand when Nesta would get in one of her fits with who ever dared step up to her

But then one night as I was slipping into the shadows I met the most adorable little tendrils of shadow that seemed were alive, they were all over me swirling around with what I assumed was joy as they led me to Azriel, he was quiet like me and I found comfort in that silence but never had the never to approach him until the shadows brought me right into his room, as I’m in the shadow of his book shelf

Noticing him straighten up and peer around as his shadows spoke to him

“I know you’re here” my heart leapt, I shifted back into my fae solid form and stood before him nervously

“So you are gifted after all” he stood infront of me, shirtless showing his broad shoulders and ripped body

“Ummm yeah, please don’t tell the others”

“And why not?” I shrugged unsure of why I had to explain my reasonings only making him smirk

“You’re not like your sisters, you’re…….different”

“Different bad?”

“No different good, you’re intriguing and mysterious, you don’t put everyone out there”

•

From that day forward we kept our nightly meetings between eachother and it was sooooo easy, sneaking through the shadows right to his room, we started just talking and getting to know eachother but along the way I fell for him, how could I not he’s so beautiful inside and out and one night when all the others were busy getting drunk at a bar I felt my soul meld with his and his mine

That night we accepted the bond and we haven’t been able to stop, it’s been a week and our hunger for eachother hasn’t been quenched and it’s getting harder to hide this relationship

“Do you think we should tell the others?” I ask him as we catch our breathes, my head resting in his shoulder, his hand dragging up and down my back

“If that’s what you want my angel, but I can’t say sneaking around doesn’t make things more hot” he smirks as he grips my hip

“Maybe just a little longer” I giggle as I turn and straddle his legs laying forward on his chest

“Ready for more already?” His voice got deeper sending shivers down my spine

“Are you able to” I love to tease him knowing he has taken me multiple times in one night

“Please woman” he grabs my hips and grinds them up and down his hardening dick, I’ve heard about the girls talking about the comparison between wingspans but there is absolutely no way Rhys or Cassian could be bigger than my man, he nearly splits me apart

“I love you Azriel” I moan as he slowly stretches me out

“Not as much as I love you Angel, fuck you feel so good” at this angle he was just hitting every part just right it was impossible to keep quiet

“Oh god more I want more” I scream when he thrusts up into me faster and faster

“OH AZRIEL YES RIGHT THERE” I scream not even caring right now who here’s

“So good, mother above I’ll never get enough of you” right as I’m about to be in heaven the door bursts open and everyone in the group is standing there wide eyed and mouths hanging

“Ummmm what the hell is going on” Nesta shouts anger written all over her face

Azriel sits up and holds me closer covering my body

“Can we have a moment to get decent” he groans his shadows pushing the others out and slamming the door

“I’m nervous, did you see the way Nesta and Elain were looking at me?” He pulled out and helped put his shirt on me as he pulled on his own sweatpants

“Don’t worry it’ll be fine come on!” He took my hand and led me downstairs to where everyone was sat around in the living room

“Congrats brother!” Cassian congratulated Azriel patting him on the back

“How long has this been going on?” Feyre asks with a little smile as she sat next to Rhys

“Well we’ve been talking for a while at night but then last week our mating bond happened and we accepted immediately” I say holding his hand tighter

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Rhys asked

“Obviously she knows she’s not good enough to be with him I mean look at her” Nesta laughed, I hung my head low before Azriel pulled me in at the waist

“Watch your mouth, don’t think I can’t destroy your life just because you’re the high ladies sister

“She’s not wrong” Elain whispered but we all heard

“That’s enough they had their reasons and it’s their relationship, Nesta and Elain you need to leave her alone I’ve had enough of you two always bashing on her just because you know she’s better than you, I’m happy for you sister” Feyre smiles

“You can go to the family cabin if you wish while still in your mating faze” Rhys adds looking happy for his brother the next instant in standing in the cabin Azriel holding me tight from behind

“You know they’re not right, your as pretty as the stars” he says placing kisses up my neck

“Thank you Az, now how about we get back to what we started”

“Don’t have to ask me twice”

[megistusdiary]

ughhhh i wanna be sandwiched between acheron and black swan

-🐈‍⬛

ugh, i want them so bad. thank you so much for sending an ask i have literally been DYING for this

writing is a bit long (as a treat) my typing got away from me last night 🤫

black swan + acheron x fem reader

dom!black swan and transfem!acheron x sub!fem reader

warnings: smut (mdni), threesome (3 ladies), wlw content, cunnilingus, fellatio, penetration, bondage, size kink, overstim

might be ooc, apologies if so 😓

it was hot, but not unbearably so. the sort of heat to make you sweat, to want to pull at the neckline of your shirt even when you know it wasn't proper.

the way these two women had you pressed between them, their hands trailing all across your body. it left you panting, resting your head on swan's shoulder. she smiled, leaning down to pull your chin up so you'd look her in the eyes.

she liked that doe-eyed look you'd give her. so sweet, she thought to herself. she'd have you crying by the end of the evening, she was sure of it.

gentle fingers quite contrary to her thoughts lead your lips up to hers, head tilting to slide her tongue past your lips. it catches you off guard, but the almost possessive way she holds your jaw has you moaning into the kiss.

when you pull away breathlessly, she has the gall to grin. "am i mistaken, or was that the sound of submission, hm?" she asks, swiping a thumb over your cheek sweetly.

acheron grunts in response, and you realize she wasn't talking to you, but her 'lover' of sorts.

swan preferred to take the lead in the beginning. light, teasing touches across your skin, sinking lower before skimming right back up. she liked watching you get needy, when you started whining and begging for her.

she liked to be the one to have you both pleading for her to 'just get on with it already.'

"aww, you look a little warm, sweetheart." she coos at you, brushing a hand over your forehead. "why don't we get these clothes off you? cool you down a little." she purrs, leaning back to practically yank your shirt right off you.

she wastes not even a moment, stripping you down entirely, leaving you no time to process feelings of embarrassment as she's right back to shoving you against acheron to kiss you.

you can feel acheron's hands getting bolder when swan is distracted, now teasingly skimming up your sides. shaky little breaths escape your lips as her fingers inch closer to your breasts, teasing your nipples between her fingers.

swan feels your chest arch up against her, and she smiles against your lips, pulling away and cupping your cheeks. her thumbs sweep across your cheekbones, feeling the warmth of blood rushing beneath your skin.

"how precious." swan coos, kissing the tip of your nose once before pulling you away, this time situating you onto her lap instead. she reaches around you, tugging acheron's hands to pull her closer, smirking at how acheron quickly grabs your jaw, kissing you with a fierceness you would've never seen coming.

she's decisive with it, you realize, tilting your jaw any which way she so chooses. she's rough, stealing the air right out of your lungs. her tongue slides against yours, only seeking to better steal your breath rather than intoxicate you like swan would.

swan enjoyed watching the both of you, but as her eyes slid lower, involuntarily, she could argue, she couldn't help but notice a rather sizeable bulge forming in acheron's shorts. "you look a little pent up, sweetie." swan interrupts your kiss, prompting acheron to pull away, still holding your face. swan gently sets you off to the side on the plush bedding, tugging acheron in for a kiss of her own.

this one, you notice, starts off romantically, but it ends rather brutal. a mix of teeth and tongue, surprised moans from swan as acheron takes the lead. swan's hands slip down acheron's toned torso, tracing the dips of her abs before teasing the band of her shorts.

the minute they're open, acheron grunts in relief, her swollen cock slapping against her abdomen. swan slides a finger over the most prominent vein, grinning to herself at the pre-cum pearling at the flushed tip. "so pretty. and so, so hard, hm?" swan's attention turns towards you, and you suddenly feel rather small beneath both their gazes. "come here, pretty girl." she urges with an outstretched hand.

she guides you to lower yourself down onto the floor as acheron spreads her thighs, watching with bated breath as swan gets you comfortable with pillows beneath your knees. she gently strokes your hair, whispering into your ear exactly how to turn acheron into mush.

acheron isn't very fond of that, though, and she gently grips your head, tugging you forward. "she's had enough of your input for one night, swan." acheron speaks in a melodic tone that leaves you swooning as she pulls you closer. the tip of her cock rests on your cheek as you look up at her so sweetly. she grips her base, hissing through her teeth as she teasingly taps it on your cheeks before sliding it onto your waiting tongue.

the weight of it on your tongue surprised you, and it stretched your lips a little further than expected. you couldn't stop the little gag that escaped you when she hit the back of your throat. but instead of pulling away, she pushes a little further, gently petting your head while keeping a good grip on you, sliding in deeper as you look up at her wide-eyed. your nose soon touches the soft violet patch of hair on her pelvis, little tears threatening to fall.

swan watches enraptured, afraid to ruin this moment of beauty between you as acheron keeps you trapped on her cock. "good girl, you're so tight. you feel so good around me." acheron groans, twitching against your tongue as you moan around her from the praise.

"someone likes praise, don't they?" swan chimes in, leaning down to gently pet your head while acheron fills your mouth. "such a good girl for us. how does her cock feel, sweetheart?" she asks, knowing damn well all you can do is let out muffled little whines. her laugh fills your ears as she gently pulls you off acheron's cock with an annoyed grunt from the other woman.

"don't be so greedy." swan chastises her, pulling you up to admire the already dazed expression on your face, spit at the edges of your lips as she cleans you up. "it's not very fair for our beautiful ranger to be the only one feeling good, is it?" she asks, delighting in the way you shake your head so cutely.

swan caresses your jaw lovingly, kissing your cheek and guiding you to lay down with your head hanging off the edge of the bed instead. acheron stands now, fisting her swollen cock almost irritatedly as swan adjusts you to her liking, leaning down to kiss your thigh. the way your head shoots up to watch her movements makes her lightly nip your skin. "head back down. good girls get rewards, don't make me punish you."

once you lean back down, her lips inch closer to the place you desire most, placing a chaste kiss on your clit at the same moment acheron taps her cock on your lips. "open up." acheron demands rather than asks, sliding herself into your throat. this time she feels even deeper, sliding in with less resistance as you let out garbled noises of surprise.

acheron's fingers slide over the bulge in your throat, causing a low moan to bubble in your throat. swan chooses that moment to suckle your clit, turning your voice more desperate, vibrating around acheron as she shallowly fucks your mouth.

you feel slick fingers prodding at your entrance, slowly, teasingly sliding in while swan's tongue laves over your clit, feeling your thighs twitch as she pushes them further open. she moans into your pussy, just to hear you whimper while your throat is stuffed with cock. she likes how debauched they've made you without even fully undressing themselves. it's intoxicating, in a way.

once you've adjusted to the stretch, she pulls no punches, going right for your g-spot. her fingers crook in just the right way, your face scrunching up as you choke around acheron. the sudden tightening has the taller woman suddenly gripping the bedsheets, threatening to tear them. "she's so fucking tight-" acheron grits her teeth, restraining herself.

swan doesn't say anything more, for once, opting to keep finger fucking you until you cum on her tongue. she licks up every single drop of your essence, kissing your sensitive clit once more for good measure. acheron slowly slides out of your throat, still swollen, but throbbing at your confused whine once your mouth is empty.

acheron's hand comes to cup your cheek, gently soothing you. "don't cry. you'll get your fill." and she leaves the meaning up for interpretation, this time watching swan tug her clothing to the side, exposing between her own thighs. she sends acheron a devilish grin, leaning back on the bed and beckoning her closer.

swan leans up to whisper in acheron's ear, giggling every so often until acheron pulls away. she leans down, scooping you up and so easily maneuvering you exactly to her, or, well, swan's liking according to her vision. she sets you on all fours, face hovering before swan's pussy as your forehead presses into the sheets.

the woman before you softens her cheeky smile, pulling your head up and towards her. "make me feel good, sweetheart, okay?" the first time you hear her moan is when you lick a quick stripe over her slit. your hands are too busy holding your own body up to hold her thighs, but she has no trouble keeping them spread for you. "good girl, such a pretty little toy for us, aren't you?"

her hands pull you closer to her cunt, practically suffocating you while acheron takes the time to slide her tip across your own cunt. they both smirk at how your body twitches, desperately wanting to close your thighs. acheron takes a large hand, pushing you down into a pretty arch for her, propping your hips up.

"such a cute little thing." acheron mumbles, leaning over and eyeing the residual slick pooling from your hole as she holds your thighs open for her viewing pleasure.

"don't keep her waiting too long." swan calls out to the woman behind you. acheron takes that as her cue, once again teasing you with the tip of her cock before slowly sliding it into your drippy pussy.

and, oh, if you thought it was too big for your throat, it feels even bigger stretching you out like this. she purposefully goes slow for you, feeling your pussy flutter at the unfamiliar intrusion. she can hear your soft whines into swan's pussy as you eat her out messily.

acheron's grip on your hips feels like iron, fingers digging into your flesh as she eases herself in. her thumbs rub circles into your hips, comforting you until she's fully in. you clench around her so perfectly, causing her head to tip back on its own from the overwhelming tightness. "relax, you're going to cut off my circulation." she huffs, a teasing lilt behind her words.

she hears swan laugh, pulling you into her pussy as you wrap your lips around her clit, still struggling to focus on two overwhelming sensations at once. "isn't she so perfect?" swan asks, tone soft and breathy as acheron sighs heavily.

"perfect." she repeats, experimentally pulling your hips back and forth a little. swan pulls your head up, allowing you to catch your breath and simultaneously enjoying the view of her slick on your face.

"how does she feel? good to be stretched out by someone so big, isn't it?" swan asks you, listening to your quiet panting, head falling forward.

"too big." you whimper softly. "so full."

"you can take it." acheron speaks before swan can. "i'll make sure of it." and the way you clench around her makes acheron scoff, almost haughty as your face heats up.

acheron increases the intensity of her thrusts, slapping against your skin. a white creamy ring forms around acheron's base, one only she can see from where she is positioned fucking you. her hips slow down so she can admire it, just to fuck you with more fervor right after.

once again, swan presses you back against her as you do your best to make her cum. at some point, it's turned into her holding your head still while she rubs herself on your tongue and nose. her moans get higher pitched, less controlled as she uses you.

the woman fucking you purposefully aims for your g-spot again, finding your pitiful little whines endearing. swan pants when she finally cums, leaning back down and allowing you to press your cheek into the bed. your noises echo in the bedroom, just the way your lovers like it. you sound so cute like this, unable to do anything but take what they give you.

you feel yourself getting close once again, pleading with acheron to let you cum, though it seems she was more than eager to feel you orgasm around her. she fucks you right through your peak, grunting at your contractions around her.

she eases her cock out of you, and just when you think that means you're getting a break, acheron is pulling you up into her arms on the bed. your little confused whimper has her twitching against your lower back from where she keeps you trapped on her lap. her arms slide beneath your knees, spreading you open as you lean against her chest.

"too sensitive, acheron, can't!" you suddenly protest, but swan rushes forward and kisses you instead, moaning at the taste of herself on her lips.

when she pulls away, acheron is positioning her cock at your entrance once again. swan's thumb presses into your glossy lip and she looks at you with narrowed eyes. "you know what to say if it's really too much." she reminds you, and with that, acheron spears you down on her dick.

you let out a sharp cry hands reaching back to dig into any part of acheron you can find, desperately trying to ground yourself into reality while acheron fucks you above her lap.

swan tuts, summoning something to hold your hands up above you, instead attached to the ceiling while acheron is free to fuck you however she wants. the bulge in your lower stomach is now apparent to both women in the room, both letting out a soft groan at the sight. acheron lifts and drops your hips at her leisure, enjoying how helpless you are for her.

she grows more feral, grunts of your name pouring into your ears along with curses and sounds of her skin slapping yours. there's something so powerful in how she fucks you like your weight is nothing to her. how you're trapped and exposed on her lap, her cock stretching you out for her. the way swan watches you both, keeping your hands restrained above you.

it only get more intense when swan leans down, pressing a kiss to your twitchy clit, and another kiss to acheron's cream-covered cock. her hips stutter and she shivers, staring down at swan. "you're dirty." she tuts.

"you love it." swan laughs, licking a stripe up her cock, connecting to your clit as acheron disappears into your cunt. your moans grow louder with all the sensations, and when swan takes your clit into her mouth, you cum with a soft cry, tears finally falling as you squirm in acheron's arms.

she can barely pull out in time, her own release coating your stomach, some finding its way to your chest and face. acheron heaves, slowly lowering you onto the bed while the bindings unwind themselves, allowing you to lay completely limply on the soiled bedsheets.

swan and acheron both watch over you. swan sighs at the cum covering your skin, dragging her fingers through the fluid. she brings her fingers to her mouth, purposefully teasing acheron by sliding the fingers deeper to the knuckle. acheron turns pink, cock twitching with interest once again.

deliriously, you realize this will be a much longer night than you originally expected.

[derocatem]

animals || acheron

full nelson w acheron 😋 w very hinted/written in mind chubby reader (consent is not stated there and she ignored your beg so very much cnc (non con coded), will edit later)

“fuuck!— please, ohmygod! acheron! im sorr— so so sorry, please! my pussy, going to break-“

You chocked out as moans and gasps continued echoing through the room for hours now as tears steamed down your cheeks as droll escaped from side of your lips, your soft body caged on top of her body as she continued to mercilessly bully her too big cock into your tight little hole.

Her chest pressed against your back as she flexes her hips as she penetrates you so fully that it makes your stomach bulge so visibly. Her arms wrapped tightly underneath back of your knees and pulled back to it’s maximum as her hands rested behind your neck, forcing you to tilt your head down and stare at your vagina practically getting demolished and all because you wanted to mess up with her and do a little prank with her, saying you meet up with no one else but her ex, Black Swan in a bar and cheated on her.

You sweared it was just for teasing, you don’t like her or did anything like that immediately after seeing her expression but Acheron didn’t listened, she picked up you like a piece of paper and threw you over her shoulder as she give your ass a firm slap that made you yelp out loud as she carried you to your bedroom. Next thing you know you are clinging for the life as she blows your guts out.

“What’s wrong? can’t take any more? I thought you are a strong little girl? too much??”

Acheron said mockingly as she continued to mark your shoulders like an animal, desperate to make sure that everyone will know that she is having this pretty little cunny every night, that you were hers to love, cherish, support, fuck and ruin you apart and rebuild you again like she wanted too.

“your pussy is definitely not saying the same, sucking me all the way in such positions…”

She even could fell your walls clenching against her, even using you like a little toy without any consent given this time is making you cock drunk is driving her mad insane.

“such a whore for my dick…shameless”

She darkly chuckled as her hands swiftly escaped from your neck to between your legs, pulling and pinching your tiny bud as it made your legs buckle up and let out a chocked scream as her movements didn’t stuttered for a second as head of her cock continue to slam against opening of your cervix with full disrespect as she bullies your pussy open on her unprotected member.

Sooner than later this time, her movements became more intense and erotic as she made your quiver as another climax reached you again and she finally finish inside you, her seed slipping right into your uterus as she turned your head slightly to the side, kissing your cheek sweetly as she lowered your legs softly back to rest on the bed as she lowered her head back to your shoulder as her hand that was between your legs lifted to your stomach and she firmly pressed against your now visibly bulged stomach that makes you gasp and twitch around her as she whispered against your ear, her nose brushing against your neck as other hand found yours and held it in her.

“That’s the reminder that you are only mine.”

[gojoidyll]

Acheron, who is very soft with you and finds you absolutely adorable!!

+18, mdni

She takes her time with you too. Always making sure you are always comfortable.

"Is this alright?"

Her voice called out to you, beckoning you to answer and pulling you from the feeling of her soft pussy grinding against your own. She had you on your back, you legs and hips being easily lifted from the ground as she would use your dripping, throbbing pussy to grind on.

"I need an answer."

Her voice lulled you. Made your head fuzzy and mind blank as you opened your mouth to say something, but only whines and moans would escape your lips.

"Cute."

[mothergold]

| My Honey |

Pairing: Acheron x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Selfship Coded, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Acheron goes by She/Her pronouns, Break In (nothing bad happens), Reader has Abandonment Issues, Reader is referred to as a girl, Reader goes by No Pronouns but is very much mentioned to be fem, 3.1k words.

A/n: This is my attempt at my first Acheron fic. This was going to have smut but it just felt very out of place so I removed it. So, yeah this is just a big heaping handful of hurt/comfort lmao

Summary: It’s been two years since Acheron left so suddenly and her disappearance haunts you to this day. 

Tagging: @auphelia @suyacho @themovingcastlez

Time moved so slow as of late, always taunting you with the subject of her absence. It had happened so suddenly and before you could protest she was but only a memory. A memory that followed you everywhere you went, tormenting you. You’d lay down to sleep and her piercing eyes would cut their way into your mind. Dreams of her body against yours turn into nightmares in a flash. Everything about her followed you even after so many years and eventually you decided to accept it, embrace it. Sure, she would never return home, but maybe one day those nightmares would turn into pleasant dreams, and perhaps at some point you’d stop crying out her name in your sleep.

“Acheron..” You called out, but there was no answer.

Most nights were spent like this, lonely in bed aching for the touch of her hand, and even more were filled with you crying out into the darkness. She was never there, always a drifting memory in your empty life. You’d only known her for a couple years before she left but it was enough to get addicted. You still remember how her eyes lingered on your body, soaking in the sight of your curved form. Even after all this time you could feel her presence lingering over yours as if she was still there, looming over your body like a curse. 

You tossed and turned in your bed, clinging to the blankets as if they were Acheron. The lack of her scent stung your nose, so empty and clean. All you wanted was her warmth to keep you company. Little did you know of a stranger's presence in your room, stroking a hand against your resting face. The figure stands over your sleeping form, watching calmly as your breathing remains steady even though you were very clearly troubled by something. They look one last look before climbing out your bedroom window and jumping onto the ground below. 

It isn’t until morning that you notice something amiss. The room is cooler and something seems… off, but nothing too out of the ordinary. Although you thought about it all day regardless. The rest of the day is spent doing mundane things, busying yourself so as to not think of the woman you still loved, who’d up and vanished like it was nothing to her. You got a drink of water and your eyes glossed over the mug that used to be her favorite. Cooking dinner was no easy task either, because you were eating her favorite. Although that was entirely of your own fault, no one else's. Still, the grief was an experience you lived through everyday. The day was long and empty, each breath you take a painful reminder of what you had loved and lost. So, you decided to cut your losses and go to bed early. No good could come from staying awake any longer. Not all days were this bad, just today. I mean, it was the anniversary of her disappearance, after all. 

Even in the warmth of your bed you felt cold, a sickly feeling settling into your bones like it was home. You gripped the edge of your blanket in your fist, silent tears falling onto the fabric. Why couldn’t things have been different? Why didn’t she even say goodbye? So many questions ran through your mind, all without an answer to accompany them. Sure, it’d been years and yes, you should’ve moved on by now, but you couldn’t. God dammit, it was her, it was always her, and she left you without saying a word. Why would she do that? Did she not love you like you did with her? These questions haunted you until the moment you finally slipped into unconsciousness. 

In your sleep you dreamt of nothing, just a vast empty field full of wilted roses. On the horizon was the setting sun, falling past the ground as darkness nearly began to envelop you. It was beginning to get dark with every passing second. Ignoring the uneven path before you, you pressed onward. Water splashed quietly underneath your feet as you made your way through the field. Slowly, little by little, the flowers began to bloom and the darkness grew into light. That’s when you saw a shadow of a figure standing before you. They did nothing but stand there, waving to you just seconds before you woke up gasping for air. Your face was damp with tears, your heart raced, and you felt.. Different. 

Quickly you made your way out of bed, not paying attention to your surroundings as you frantically went to the kitchen to get a cold glass of water. As you poured the water into the cup you told yourself all would be fine. It was just a dream, you thought. Just a horribly familiar dream. Tears began to stream down your face, still. You took a sip of water, a single small drink before pouring the rest into the sink. You cared less of how wasteful you were being, only focused on the awful dream you had just experienced. Something in your chest bloomed in agony. Would everything always feel this awful? You shook your head as if to shoo away the thoughts.

Dragging yourself back into the room you didn’t bother to look up, not until you felt a sudden warmth, along with being welcomed into a room that was even darker than you remembered. That’s when you looked up and saw a person, someone familiar. Her. At first you didn’t know what to say. Your immediate reaction of fear quickly dissipated as your eyes locked onto hers. It had been years, years, and she came back. There was so much you told yourself you’d say if this were to ever happen, but none of them came to you right now. Instead you simply whispered her name like a forbidden prayer. 

“Acheron..” 

Her sorrowful expression blossomed into something hopeful and happy. She nodded, reassuring you that she had indeed returned home. Everything happened so suddenly just like when she left. Instantly you reached out to her, trying your best to walk towards her, but instead you fell to your knees. At least you would’ve had she not caught you in her arms. Acheron held you close, pressing your head to her chest as you clung to her and cried out a life’s worth of pain. You weren’t sure whether you were sobbing because of the pain or the sheer shock of her return, either way it felt as if your life was ending just as it had begun. 

Acheron didn’t know what to say, didn’t know if she should say anything. She wanted to say how sorry she was, confess how much she loved you, still loves you, but the words were lodged in her throat. It felt like hours in which she held you, stroking your hair and shushing you lovingly as you cried in her arms. Maybe it had been, but neither of you cared about anything or anyone but each other at that moment. The only thing that mattered to you was holding onto Acheron so tightly that she’d never leave, again. Acheron had no intention of leaving your side ever again, though. She knew she couldn’t just say that, she’d have to prove it over time, but she’d prove it for an eternity if that’s what would make you feel better. 

Finally your cries began to die down into something more quiet, you still clung to her but pulled away slightly to look up at the woman who’d walked right back into your life. “Why? Did I–” You were swiftly interrupted by Acheron’s voice.

“No. That had nothing to do with you.” She replied firmly. 

Still, you had your doubts and Acheron knew this. You rested your head against her chest, your hand hanging onto the loose fabric of her coat. Inhaling her scent you felt your body finally seem to relax, rocking itself into a state of relief. Your grip on her began to lessen as you felt your eyelids fall, exhaustion finally setting as Acheron continued to stroke the back of your head. You were moments from falling asleep when she spoke.

“I’m so sorry.” Her voice was a whisper, barely audible had you not been wrapped around her. 

You pulled back to look at her. She was crying, trying her best to avoid your eyes and hide her tears but failing regardless. Placing a soft hand to her cheek you pressed your forehead to hers, then adding your remaining hand to her opposite cheek. 

“It’s okay.. It’s okay..” You whispered back. 

She tried pulling away but your hands kept her grounded and in place, you weren’t strong by any means, Acheron just couldn’t bear the thought of putting any distance between the two of you. Was it okay, though? Truly could this agony she caused be relieved in any way? She gripped you close, holding the back of your head as she tried to will her tears away. Sadly, that did nothing to quell her sorrow. You tried to get her to look at you, reassuring her as you tried pulling away but she refused to loosen her grip. It wasn’t until you pushed her away and grabbed her face to look at you.

“Acheron, listen to me!” There was a brief moment of silence before you continued. “I know it won’t be easy and I know you hurt me badly. Trust me, I know, but I’m.. I’m willing to try.. Try to make this work. At least I will try if you will too?” You try to remain confident but your words fall into a question rather than a statement. 

Acheron couldn’t deny how badly she wanted to run away again, far far away, but she refused. She would not do to you, again, what she did before. No, she would do things differently this time, that she swore to herself. She wrapped you up in her arms again and gave you a tight squeeze. 

“I’ll do whatever it takes.” She whispered. “I promise.”

You smile and hug her back, crying tears of joy from hearing her words. Maybe there was hope for you two after all. 

The both of you held each other for a while. Although it felt like hours it had only been mere minutes. Then you sat up slowly and looked at Acheron with a smile, kissing her gently on the lips.

“Come on, let’s get something to eat.” You stand up and hold out a hand for Acheron to help her off of the floor. 

“Okay.” She replied softly. 

You led Acheron to your kitchen where you pulled a chair out for her at your round, wooden table as you quickly rummaged the cabinets to prepare her a glass of water. 

“Water okay?” You ask.

She nods and hums in approval. 

After pouring her a glass you set it on the table, and then go to make yourself a cup of coffee. You add your usual to it, stir it and then sit it on the table, as well. You sit down for a moment to take a sip of your coffee, think of what you were going to make her now that she was home. Did she still like the same things? Has her palette changed that much? Would she want something different or find comfort in the same old things? 

“Is everything alright?” She asked hesitantly, her voice pulling you from all those daunting thoughts of yours.

Your hands shook as they curled around the coffee mug, you didn’t know what to say. What should you say? 

Acheron reaches out a hand and places it on top of yours gently. “Hey, I’m not goin’ anywhere. Never again.” She smiles at you fondly and you know that her words are true.

Still, that doesn’t erase the doubts that linger in your mind. Maybe a meal would ease the anxiety itching at your stomach. “Yes, I’m okay. I think..” You paused. “I think I just need to eat something.”

You pull away so suddenly and begin to look through the fridge for something to eat, then as you drowned in your thoughts again you began to frantically look for that one food. It had been here before,  you didn’t eat it, not that you remembered, anyway. So, where the fuck was it? Why was everything so unorganized? Why hadn’t you thought to have food readily available for moments like this? Why were you so messy? Why were you such a mess? Why were you so fucking pathetic?! 

“Hey,” A hand gripped your wrist and you were flipped around to face Acheron. “That’s enough.” 

Tears flowed down your face, staring at the ground in shame as Acheron moved to quietly shut the fridge door. This was her fault, she did this to the girl she loved the most. She had to pay for the consequences but you shouldn’t have to. Acheron took her hand and moved your head to bring your attention back to her.

“Listen to me, you did nothing, absolutely nothing to make me leave.” She whispered, her lips inches from yours. “I loved you then and I love you now.”

Oh, how you wished you could believe her. 

“But..” You started to speak but not before Acheron promptly shushed you. 

“No. I mean it.” She paused, looking deep into your eyes before averting her gaze slightly. “This is my burden to bear, not yours.” 

Although she was correct in that fact you couldn’t shake the scratching feeling that you could’ve at least done something. You should’ve seen the signs you so commonly told yourself. Logically you knew you shouldn’t think like that but you couldn’t help it. The event truly messed you up and it made you second guess whether things would work with Acheron. Thankfully you came to your senses fairly quickly. This would not be an easy fix, it would take time and energy neither of you probably had, but it would be worth it. Sure, some would call you a fool, but you already lost her once and you weren’t about to do it, again.

Acheron thought about saying something but resisted, not sure if the words were productive to say. She shouldn’t and refused to be selfish at a time like this, no matter how guilty she was feeling at that moment. 

“It’s going to take some time, maybe too much time, but the work will be worth it. You are worth the work.” She reassured you.  

She placed both her hands on your face and rubbed the pad of her thumb against your cheek. “I fucked up, royally. I know it and you know it, but, please, let me fix this. Let me prove to you my love.” 

Her words stung in the way that they were so raw. Acheron had in the past kept many things from you, holding her honesty as something only some deserved to know. Unfortunately she realized a little too late that you deserved that honesty. Fuck, how she wished she could take it all back in a heartbeat. She smiled weakly at you and you leaned in closer, your lips now just barely grazing hers.

“I trust you.” You whispered against her lips, then softly pressing your lips against hers.

She pushed you away gently, her face filled with an expression of pain. “No. I don’t deserve it, not yet at least.” 

“Shh, just trust me..” You shushed her, leaning in for another kiss.

This time she didn’t pull away, too captivated by the touch of your lips to even want to back away. Granted some scared part of her dug deep down wanted to run far away, but she couldn’t and wouldn’t. Although it would be the easiest option it was not the one she truly wanted. It was not an option in her mind, the only choice she had was to love you. Acheron swore she would love you even when her hands shook and your body withered away, becoming food for the ground. She would love you even when the two of you were no longer bodies to feed and rather just souls floating into the empty chasm of space. 

She pushed her lips harder against yours, whimpering a little at how you grabbed at her shirt. You were so desperate for her love that it threatened your body with a wound you feared could not be cured by Acheron’s hands. You didn’t care, though, you just wanted Acheron. Wanted her to touch you, fuck you, love you. Truthfully you just wanted Acheron in any way she was willing to give herself. You ached for her, the good and bad, ignoring any potential consequences it could give. 

Acheron clumsily pushes your back against the fridge as your lips part and teeth clash in the heat of the moment. Your hands roam her body as hers hold onto your face firmly. Both of you are filled with fervent desire, kissing one another feverishly. The two of you fight for dominance until you pull back out of the kiss panting and looking up at Acheron with wanting eyes. 

“I’m sorry, I got carried away.” Acheron apologizes.

You smile. “It’s okay. I- I didn’t mind.” You admit. 

She blushed as her hands, which were by her sides, were grabbed gently by your own. You rubbed the back of her hands with your thumbs, humming something familiar as you did so. Acheron heard it somewhere before, but memory failed her. She leaned her forehead against yours and closed her eyes, humming in pleasure as she feels you kiss her cheek gingerly. The both of you hold where you’re at before you grab her face and give her a gentle kiss.

“Come on, let’s get you something to eat.” You say, starting to get some eggs, milk, and sausage from the fridge. “You must be hungry.” 

Acheron hums. “Yeah, I’d like that a lot.”

Although you can’t see the great big smile on Acheron’s face, it’s there. She stands beside you and watches with glimmering eyes as you start to prepare the pan to prepare a very early breakfast. Maybe, she thought, things would be okay. Perhaps you two would make it out to see the light, after all. Either way, one thing was for sure, Acheron was beyond happy to be back into your life. Life wasn’t as bad as she’d always felt it was. For once, she felt truly and undoubtedly happy.

[blackswankisser]

This is part two of another fic! Go read that before this one <3

tags; dom!mtf acheron, sub!femreader, size kink, begging, cunnillingus

Warnings; nsfw mdni, microfic

You push your head back into the pillows at the feeling of her tongue licking from your hole to your clit, you felt yourself melt underneath her.

She continued licking at you before she wrapped her lips around your clit and sucked.

“Fuck!” You yell as she keeps sucking, you feel a pit in your stomach and your mind races from the overwhelming pleasure.

“Hmm” Acheron hums at the taste of you, the light vibration from her noise makes your legs jolt.

“A..Acheron, I can’t-“ your panting and moaning, trying to speak yet it feels like a force is stopping you.

“Can’t what?” Acheron says as she stops, looking up at you, giving you a knowing look. She wants you to try and speak during this? You can’t even get words out after the abrupt stop.

“I can’t I’m, I’m gonna cum if you keep going like this.” You say with your hand covering your mouth and the other gripping the sheets.

“Oh, Already?” Acheron says as she slides two fingers in, stretching you out.

You groan at the feeling of her fingers, she begins pushing them in and out, your mind is scattered, this is so much, too much. You feel yourself getting closer and closer and-

Acheron pulls her fingers out abruptly.

You let out a whimper “what??? No no please, please give it back.”

Acheron grins and unbuckles her pants for you to see her length already hard. You shiver.

Acheron is big, and not just big but you aren’t sure if you can take it. Her cock had girth and length, and it was intimidating.

“Do you think you can take it? I don’t want to hurt you baby.” Acheron says with genuine worry.

“I..I think I can.”

Acheron gets back on the bed and rubs the tip of her cock on your slit, getting herself lubricated with your wetness.

You shinier and the feeling.

She taps herself against your stomach and pushes your legs a little further. “Look how big I am, I don’t think you can take it..”

“P…please, Acheron” you beg

She slides her tip inside of you and the gasp you let out was out of excitement and shock. She wasn’t even halfway in and you felt her, you felt her girth.

Pushing deeper, about halfway now. Your legs shake and your breathing gets heavier.

“You’re taking it so well baby..just a little bit more, you got it.”

You moan at her words, they sound better while she’s inside you.

She slides herself all the way in and stops, looking at you so you can breathe, before she slowly plumps in and out of you, she feels so good inside you that you can’t help but be a little loud. Louder than she thought.

She picks up the pace and soon enough she’s slamming into your pussy, filling the room with the sound of skin and the feeling of fullness in you, each slam making you moan louder, acherons is all you can think about, it’s all her, everything is her.

“F-fuck, I’m gonna come, you’re so big Acheron please.”

Acheron goes faster and gets closer to her release

“I’m gonna cum.” She lets out with haste

“Do it inside, please I-“

You gasp as you feel Acheron fill you up, when she pulls out you’re dripping with her cum.

Your brain feels like mush, you’re so tired, you’ll think about it in the morning.

[angelic--kitty]

omg hihi i swear no one write wlw anymore💔 can i pls get a crumb of acheron smut🙏 ill take anything🖤

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posessive-dom!acheron x sub!fem reader

warnings: smut (minors/ageless blogs dni), wlw content, size kink, shibari, vibrator, slightly dark content

a/n: hi!! thank you for your request ♡ i also agree there is starting to be a lack of wlw content once again. hopefully you are able to enjoy this!

dividers from @saradika-graphics

it's been a while since you've seen your home. you wonder how much time has passed since your departure. you ponder the possibilities often.

has time gone by quickly? everyone you know having long passed?

has time gone slower? will you be years older while it has only been a few months for everyone back home?

acheron wishes you would stop wondering. it's not as if you'll ever return home, anyway. she only offered you the option to come along with her once.

once was enough, she had insisted. to see your automatic reaction and know if it was truly something you coveted.

and, so, here you are. traveling alongside her, kept safe as her sweet little companion. not even the other rangers would dare touch you or tease her about it. they know better than that.

during their more dangerous events, she prefers to keep you locked up tight, nice and safe. far away from any danger. you are, after all, just a delicate human. she couldn't possibly allow you to get hurt.

don't worry, though. she'll always return back to you. and, besides, she keeps you thoroughly entertained while she's away...

today, she has you tied up in intricate knots across your skin. you had teased her, asking if she'd remember how to undo them when she came back. all that got you was a rope tugged firmly against your thigh, digging in and leaving imprints.

she's stuffed a pretty pink vibrator up your cunt, making sure it lays on your clit nicely too, set low to the perfectly teasing setting.

she watches you briefly before she leaves, a dark look in her eyes as you squirm and whine for her.

"don't go-" you beg, interrupted by your own mewling. "stay-!"

"you know i can't." she brushes her hand over your cheek, petting your head before shoving you back down into the pillows, nudging the vibrator up with her knee as you scream for her.

you're so cute. so small and helpless like this. she used to think rather lowly of pathetic little things, yet she has grown rather fond of you. the way your eyes glaze over with pleasure, the trembling of your body, the twitching of your cunt. it drives her wild.

"acheron!" you wail, and she shakes her head at you, spanking your ass sharply.

"you'll use my real name." she sighs, glancing at the door. "but it will be futile regardless. i promise to return as soon as i can."

"but- mmph-!" you moan when she pushes you into the pillows, grinding the vibrator into you as you struggle in the ropes.

she purposefully pushes you over the edge, watching you flutter around the toy as your slick leaks down your immobilized thighs.

she watches you squirm with the overstimulation. your once clear words turn muffled and fuzzy, slurred together with thoughtless pleas for her.

she stands up, releasing the heavy pressure on your cunt, leaving you with a light teasing buzzing sensation now as you clamp down around the toy. "be good while i'm gone."

and with that, she shuts her door, keeping you safe and well-pleasured, her sole purpose to return by the end of the night.