5 Works in Bottom Acheron (Honkai: Star Rail)
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Who knows what sort of kinks Fatcheron and Fat Swan are into...
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under the moonlight, we can see what we truly want by lilaofthelake
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
31 Aug 2025
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“You are quite the elegant ballerina, Swan.”
“And you are more of a romantic than you think.”
“Are you asking me to find meaning in this relationship you promise?”
“No. I merely wish to bring out the hidden sides of us. Desires can have no meaning, but isn’t that the best reason to act upon them?”
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After a long while, Black Swan finally finds Acheron again, seeking both to sate her desires and understood who the self-annihilator really is. -
frozen, in the ecstasy of time by lilaofthelake
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
05 Aug 2025
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Acheron spends a cherished ideal night in the clutches of her girlfriends, March and Evernight.
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can't remember to forget you by uncrownedlord
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
10 Apr 2024
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Acheron has always wondered what would happen if someone were ever to access her memories. Having never met anyone capable of doing so, it seemed a fruitless thought experiment, yet her mind has always wandered back to that question. If someone could see the things she couldn't; sharpen those hazy memories into the clarity she had never been able to find.. what would they see? Each day she wakes up in a cold sweat, sometimes with fragments of a tortured dream, and sometimes with no remnants at all; but always with a deep, immovable sense of dread. If there were indeed someone who could pull back the curtain, would they feel it too?
The woman with sunset eyes is the first to try and find answers.
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A Garden's Fresh Bloom by llynaire (Ad3ryn)
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
17 Mar 2024
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So she had offered the cygnet an arrangement. She would sate the woman’s desire, fill every corner and hidden crevice with a passion so deep it would make her blood sing, make the furnace at the core of her being burn bright and burn out – until all that remained was a tender warmth that made her very soul fall into a serene daze. In exchange, all she asked for was a copy of such a precious, unique experience; an exclusive delight for the memokeeper, and no one else.