THE TOURNAMENT IS OUT. VOTE ACRONIX!!!

LET ME COOK 🗣️🔥

Coming soon.

I hate you.

I love you too 😘ノ♡

ඩා People look at me and say "Aww the skrunkly!"

#Character: Lego Hades (from fortnite.)

#Added info: Who is he? In canon, Hades is a obtainable legendary skin, a battle pass in Fortnite: Battle Royale. He's also a boss in the canon storyline. however in this version, He's a Lego character/skin.

#TAGS: Fluff, Non-canon character, Short headcanons, Can be read as romantic or platonic. {3.9k words.}

— Requested By: (@bruh37legolover)

#A/n: I can't find any info of who he really is in Lego form so I tried to put his canon personality based on the Wiki of his original form.

— You don't even know how your relationship began, Well I don't know either. But best believe that he wouldn't let go of you anytime soon.

— At the start he's very curious of you, he'd unintentionally follow you and you'd be occasionally spooked by him and in return, he'd awkwardly apologize by using sign language, he can't speak. But his gestures said it all that he's just genuinely trying to know you better.

— You noticed that he is giving signs that he's curious about you, walking out? Expect him to follow you like a puppy, and also curious about the stuff your paying attention to stuff. (For example, like your cellphone.) Since he's been in the underworld for long and he do be trying to learn what you like.

— His attempt of courtship is somehow gift giving, he'd get you stuff like dead flowers he picked on a garden that he wandered around. (Definitely not your neighbors flowers-) he can surprisingly clean around the house. (You'd see him accidentally falling off a ladder when he tried to clean a tall shelves.) And insisting to take carry of your stuff if you can't handle them because they are heavy. He had a knack of giving you written letters since he's mute, he wanted to express his words but can't, So he writes them.

— Whenever you watched a movie, he always seemed eager to watch with you, his favorite is horror movies, like his style, he stragely loves it when it was shown in the TV. there are some moments where he's either calm, or in glee when a thrilling scene comes up, But doesn't react when it's a cheap jumpscare. Sometimes he accidentally fell asleep against you, Silly him, just let him, he's surprisingly warm to lean on.

— If you also tried to attempt courtship, Give him a gourmet meal steak. He loves that and had a natural appetite for human food, give him that and he'd be happy for the rest of the day.

— Whether you return his affection or want to stay as friends, Here's the possibilities.

— Romantic Headcanons:

— His type of confession is somehow shyly giving you a letter and proceeds to run away from you and doesn't show up for hours, possible for days of you don't find him, but when you did he's actually hiding on something like a shed or some abandoned closet, he'd be shy on admitting it but when you did say you returned his feelings, best believe that he's very happy for the rest of day and the next morning.

— When it comes to being a relationship, He is shy at first because at first he isn't sure that you returned his feelings, because, you are a human. He's the lord of the underworld, can a human a different being be together? He tried not to think about that, But he can reciprocate if you reassure him and communicating with him is very important.

— Your relationship will take time, Because of course he is somehow unusually careful. He would not tell you that he's actually protecting you from his rivals, knowing his reputation, he hides you from his enemies because he's clever enough to know that they can have an advantage of turning you against him and he can't exactly keep you in his domain, So he kept you safe and this would be his little secret. (Even if you did you wouldn't mind at all.)

— When he becomes in love, he is clingy towards you he's like a cat who follows you everywhere, One time he'd clung to your leg when your trying to buy groceries and oh he's not letting go and did that until you gave in. He loves your attention a lot, He wanted your love, not too overbearing or suffocating, Him being with you anywhere is enough for him, oh don't get me started at the fact that he'd be devotedly loyal to you—

— His Affection: He loves physical touch, and he loves holding hands with you. He's okay with cuddling, he had the habit of purring when you stroke his horns, patting them gently or just holding him close in general, His love language is acts of service. He'd always be happy to help you whenever you need.

— His Expression Of Love: While he could not speak he'd always write letters on a paper and quietly slide them to you hoping you'd notice it, but when you do, he'd do a side eye before quickly looking away when you passed it back. But the moment you looked away, he's already writing that paper like he had an assignment on a deadline that must be finished quick.

— If you are sad or upset: He doesn't exactly know how to comfort, because he never understood mortal emotions but he tried his best by fluffing up your bed so you can sleep better, he'd share his razzberries with you, he never shared anyone with his razzberries so he did for you if it makes you less upset, or bring your favorite snacks but if that doesn't work, He can be your shoulder to cry on, he'd hold you close without saying anything, he will be your pillar of support. Never pulling away unless you pull first, He'd gently nuzzle your head while he holds you with quiet affection. Even if you are still struggling in days he'd never leave you alone, he'd always be with you to pull you back up, You can tell your troubles to him even if it's personal, he might not react but he understood them well, He will never shame them. He loves you. And he wanted to make you feel better. (Bonus part: He'd bring Cerberus [who is disguised as a pup] to comfort you.)

— When it comes to protecting you: He may not react that much if it doesn't bother you but if it did, Let's just say they suddenly went on a vacation and start a new life there. He can be quite protective and he'd definitely had the vibe of being a protective dog (he'd growl and bark and chase after them on all fours. ) Or pull you away from the situation and lead you to the park to get your mind off of it, and you guys would eat ice cream together as well.

— When he is jealous: Jealous??? Him??? Oh poor you, He'd try to act calm as possible. But inside he'd want your attention asap and would try to intimidate to those who are talking to you especially if it's a stranger by being beside you at all times. He's not the one to be overly jealous but he becomes sweet after in private where he'd quietly lean onto you which it shows his trust and he's with you the whole day.

— Platonic Headcanons:

— He's that type of a friend that doesn't have any problems on following you around like he got the time all day. You'd sometimes find him lounging around waiting for you to be finished with whatever stuff you are doing on.

— It usually was the same but with little surprises and there he can actually be quite endearing one where some doesn't see much. At gloomy days he seemed to just slide beside you with a respect of space, as always. Give him a cherry pie and he will be your best friend for eternity.

— Your the only exception who gets to touch his horns, If you scratch the back of his head, he'd keep on purring until you stop and gives you an offended look of 'Why did you stop?' type of expression.

— If this goes further, he'd occasionally bring Cerberus [Again, who's disguised as a pup] he'd communicate it to behave and oh it knows exactly how to behave without being chaotic, whenever it's on your house it just stares at you whenever you aren't looking and when you look back it'll act like a puppy by wagging it's tail and wander around to leave you alone.

— Your dynamic is 'My friend who's the lord of the underworld wouldn't stop following me around so I just took him in.' And his is 'I have a friend, and they are one of the most adorable mortal I've laid my presence on :3333' a mortal who's composed and had a brain to actually think and a being who's an adorable little menace.

— if you we're to be both get teleported in a crossover or something, Expect of him to be the one who you should keep in check in case if you don't want to separated, you both probably had the vibe of a background character of you who's trying to stay sane and him trying to hold on you so you wouldn't collapse, going home is definitely a good option. And oh he enjoy the ride while you don't want to go back there ever again.

— Overall 9.9/10, He's a pretty good friend or a boyfriend to have, he can be cute if he wants to. *Ahem* a green flag. But he can be quite fun to be around.

©leftalpacavoid 2024.

Acronix finding this blog asking his brother what it id and krux going full on depression expresso and crying for hours because wdym acronix is the favourite..? (He totaly is my favourite tho let's be real??)

Krux tweaking because bro haven't got a single content yet while Acronix is just vibing if he knew what it actually is, he'd love it and find it interesting of how he was portrayed in the media. He's the favorite child while krux is the oldest child typa vibes just non existent (obv)— Acronix would feel special privileges about it lol.

Hehe... I guess it's actually a canon event that I did more Acronix content than krux, Funny how I kind of flopped because there's no krux content (I'll be doing soon, but no promises.). But now that you're here, I'm glad you found it. <33

Oh to be loved.

A/n: Kind of a vent? Barely hanging on at the moment.

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the moon filtering in through the curtains, casting a silvery sheen on everything. You and Acronix were tangled up in the warmth of each other on the couch, the world outside forgotten. It was one of those rare, quiet moments when everything felt peaceful—or at least it should have.

You sat with him close, his body relaxed against yours. Your hands cupped his face gently, your thumbs stroking his cheekbones in a repetitive, soothing motion. Acronix closed his eyes, leaning into your touch with an almost boyish smile, clearly enjoying the attention. He looked so serene, so content, that it made your chest ache.

But something wasn’t right.

Under your hands, his face felt so solid, so real, but it was like your own skin betrayed you. The sensation was faint, dull, as if a barrier existed between you. Your fingers felt numb, your chest heavy. The thoughts crept in, unbidden and cruel.

Why am I even here? Why does he want me? He could have anyone, someone stronger, someone better.

You don't deserve him.

You blinked rapidly, trying to force the thoughts away, but they only grew louder, echoing in your mind. Your hands trembled slightly as you continued to hold him, desperate to cling to the moment even as the numbness spread through you like a poison.

Acronix, ever attuned to you, opened his eyes when he felt the subtle tremor in your touch. "Hey," he said softly, his voice laced with gentle concern. His hazel eyes searched your face, and he instantly noticed the tears slipping silently down your cheeks.

His brow furrowed as he straightened slightly, his hands moving to cover yours, holding them firmly against his face. "What’s wrong?" he asked, his tone urgent but tender. "Talk to me."

You tried to shake your head, to dismiss it, but the words spilled out before you could stop them. "I… I don’t deserve you," you whispered, your voice breaking. "Why would you choose me? I’m just—"

You felt unloved.

Why him? You don't deserve him, he deserves someone better, stronger, stronger than you, or better yet, It would've been solved if only you had just gone off of this world—

"Stop," Acronix interrupted firmly, his hands tightening around yours. He sat up fully now, his expression serious but soft, his gaze locking onto yours. "Don’t do that. Don’t talk about yourself like that."

You tried to look away, but he wouldn’t let you. "Hey," he said again, his voice gentler this time. "Look at me."

Reluctantly, you met his eyes, your vision blurred with tears. "I’m not enough," you admitted, your voice barely audible. "I’m not strong or reliable. I’m just… me."

For a moment, Acronix said nothing, his expression unreadable. Then, with deliberate care, he brought your hands down from his face and intertwined his fingers with yours. "Listen to me," he began, his voice steady. "You are more than enough. You’re not some ‘option’ I settled for. You’re the person I chose, the person I want, and I’ll keep choosing you every single time."

His words made your breath hitch, but the ache in your chest remained. He sighed softly, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead. "You’re not perfect," he continued, "and guess what? Neither am I. But that’s not what this is about. This—" he gestured between the two of you, "—is about being there for each other. And right now, I’m here for you, just like you’ve always been here for me."

Tears continued to stream down your face as he pulled you into his arms, holding you close against his chest. "You don’t have to be ‘strong’ all the time," he murmured, one hand running through your hair while the other rubbed soothing circles on your back. "And you’re not unreliable, okay? You’re human. You feel things. That’s what makes you… you. And that’s who I love."

His words finally broke through the wall of numbness, and you clung to him tightly, sobbing into his shoulder. Acronix didn’t let go, didn’t rush you. He just held you, letting you pour out every ounce of pain and insecurity.

It took a long hour before your sobs eventually subsided into quiet sniffles, he pulled back just enough to cup your face in his hands, mirroring the way you had held him earlier. "You’re not going to get rid of me that easily," he teased softly, his thumb brushing away a stray tear.

Despite everything, you managed a small, attempt wobbly smile, and he grinned in response. "There’s my favorite smile," he said, leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of your lips.

He kept you close for the rest of the night, refusing to let you go back into those dark thoughts. Whenever you started to doubt yourself, he was there with a gentle reminder, a soft touch, a reassuring smile. And even though the ache in your chest didn’t disappear entirely, it was easier to bear with him by your side, holding you together when you couldn’t do it on your own.

He'll hold you as long as you wanted.

You can never be alone when you have him.

©leftalpacavoid 2025.

🦖 Mini Iron Doom.

It's endearing to think of a mini time twins existing along with their mech, Acronix decided to join the fun of building it together with you.

#TAGS: Fluff, Established relationship, Romantic or platonic you decide, kinda short, Potential OOC, I love acronix man 😋, Bro rates it low just because it wasn't accurate. 💀 Krux is involved in the end I think, Acronix suddenly became a husband material?? 😍

A/n: A little celebration for successfully building the iron doom in my part and shout out to my cousin for helping me out for this and the last part is almost finished. [Poor fingers]

⪼ 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 ࿐ཽ༵☆

.ᨏᨐᨓ ◆ ᨓᨐᨏ.

The knock on the door pulled you from your sleepiness. You hadn't been expecting anything—or rather, you hadn't been paying attention to your own plans. Acronix, lounging nearby, looked up from his phone with curiosity. "That for you?" he asked, gesturing lazily toward the door.

You got up sluggishly, your movements slow but laced with a flicker of curiosity. When you opened the door, you were greeted by the sight of a parcel—a large one. Instantly, a small, almost imperceptible jolt of excitement zipped through your chest. It had arrived.

Dragging the box inside, you placed it on the table, your fingers fumbling to open it. Acronix stood and wandered over, his curiosity piqued. "What’s in the box? Did you order another set of… what are they called? Funky Pops?"

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help a faint smile as you shook your head. "No. It's the Dawn of the Iron Doom set."

Acronix's eyebrows shot up, his expression shifting into one of impressed surprise. "You’re kidding. They actually shipped it? I thought you’d be sulking about that delay forever."

You chuckled softly, already pulling out the pieces and the instruction manual. The set was massive—far bigger than you remembered from the promotional images. Just looking at the number of bags and pieces was overwhelming, and your excitement faltered for a second. Where were you even supposed to start?

Acronix noticed the hesitation and smirked. "Looks like you bit off more than you can chew," he teased, leaning on the table.

You huffed but didn’t respond. The truth was, he wasn’t wrong. The sheer size of the project felt daunting now that it was in front of you.

"Alright, alright," he said, straightening up. "Scoot over. I’ll help you."

You blinked, surprised. "Really? You want to help?"

Acronix shrugged, his smirk softening into something more genuine. "Why not? I built a lot of stuff like this when I was younger. Besides, it’s our Iron Doom, isn’t it? Might as well get my hands dirty."

The mention of "our" tugged at your heart, but you didn’t dwell on it. Instead, you nodded, grateful for the company.

He grabbed the book manual while you started sorting the pieces into piles. Acronix flipped through the pages, muttering about how unnecessarily complicated some of the steps looked. "Who designs these things? Sadists, probably."

You snorted. "Says the guy who literally forced a paralyzed man to build a time-traveling mech—"

Acronix cut you off by putting a gloved finger in your lips "Shush, First of all, that was for science—and domination, obviously," he shot back, grinning. "This? This is just... unnecessarily tedious."

Despite his complaints, Acronix dove in, taking charge of the first few steps. You followed his lead, handing him pieces as he needed them and occasionally building smaller components yourself.

As the minutes turned into hours, the initial awkwardness of working together faded. Acronix's lighthearted banter kept the mood from growing too serious, and you found yourself laughing more than once.

"Okay, but seriously," he said at one point, holding up a tiny piece, "what is the point of this? It doesn’t even connect to anything."

"It’s decorative," you replied, rolling your eyes. "You wouldn’t understand."

"Decorative? It’s a waste of perfectly good plastic," he argued, though his smirk betrayed his teasing tone.

Piece by piece, the Iron Doom began to take shape. The mechanical details were intricate, and you couldn’t help but marvel at how well-designed the set was. Acronix, however, took every opportunity to critique the accuracy—or lack thereof.

"This doesn’t even look like the real thing," he said, squinting at the almost-completed cockpit. "Where’s the terrifying aura? The doom? This is more like the Mildly Inconvenient of the Iron Doom."

You laughed, shaking your head. "Maybe you should’ve been a toy designer instead of a time villain."

"Nah," he said, leaning back and inspecting his work. "Toys don’t scream in terror when you conquer them."

By the time you placed the final head piece on the set, both of you were tired but undeniably satisfied. The Iron Doom stood tall on the table, it was actually bigger than you thought.

"Not bad," Acronix said, crossing his arms and nodding in approval. "Still not as good as the original, but I’ll give it a solid seven out of ten."

You rolled your eyes but smiled. "It’s perfect."

He glanced at you, his smirk softening. "Yeah. It’s not bad. And hey, you’re not sulking anymore, so I guess my work here is done."

"Your work??" you repeated, raising an eyebrow.

"Yep," he said, plopping down on the couch with an exaggerated sigh. "You’re happy, the Iron Doom is built, and I didn’t even have to wash any dishes today. Total win for me."

You shook your head, but the warmth in your chest lingered. For the first time in days, you felt lighter—like maybe, just maybe, things were going to be okay.

Until remembered the other last part.

.•♫•♬•◇•♬•♫•.

The sound of clinking pots and pans echoed faintly from the kitchen as you entered the dining room, rubbing your hands together. Your fingers felt like they’d been put through a workout—aching, sore, and stiff from hours of assembling the last tiny lego pieces. You glanced at them, flexing experimentally, only to wince at the dull, throbbing pain. Building that massive set had been worth it, but now your hands felt like they’d gone on strike.

As you sat at the dining table, still flexing your fingers, Acronix was the first to notice you. He had just brought over a steaming dish and set it down when his eyes landed on your hands. "What’s with you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "You look like you’ve just survived a battle."

You gave a sheepish chuckle, holding up your hands as if showing them off. "It’s the Legos. My fingers are so sore I don’t think I’ll be able to hold anything for the next week."

Acronix squinted at your hands, then at you. "Seriously? From Legos? You’re telling me tiny blocks defeated you? Also why didn't you invite me for help?"

"It’s not funny," you protested, though your lips twitched in the beginning of a smile. "Those pieces are tiny, and there are hundreds of them! You’d be sore too if you spent hours building like I did, and I'll be fine, thanks."

"Hours, huh?" he muttered, shaking his head. "You’re lucky I’m not Krux. He’d probably give you a lecture about moderation and how this is all ‘entirely avoidable.’"

Before you could respond, Krux appeared from the kitchen, carrying a pot of soup. His hazel eyes immediately scanned the room, and he frowned when he saw you flexing your fingers. "What happened now?" he asked, his voice tinged with exasperation.

"Legos," Acronix said, smirking as he leaned against the table. "Apparently, our dear builder here overworked themselves and now can’t feel their fingers."

Krux sighed heavily, setting the pot down and crossing his arms. "And you let them do this?" he asked Acronix, who shrugged in mock innocence.

"Hey, don’t blame me. They were the one who wanted to build the Iron Doom set, remember?"

"That’s not the point," Krux said, turning his attention to you. "You should’ve taken breaks. Overworking yourself like this is irresponsible."

"I know, I know," you mumbled, looking down at your hands. "But I just wanted to finish it."

Krux sighed again, his expression softening slightly. "And now you’re paying the price for your impatience. Typical."

Before you could argue, Acronix swooped in, grabbing your hands gently and inspecting them. "Alright, alright, enough with the scolding," he said to his brother. "It’s not like they broke anything. Just some sore fingers. We’ll fix it."

Krux raised an eyebrow. "And how do you plan to do that?"

Acronix grinned. "Simple. A little TLC."

A what???

He disappeared into the kitchen for a moment, returning with a bowl of warm water and a towel. Setting them on the table, he gestured for you to sit still. "Hands, please," he said, smirking.

You hesitated, feeling a little embarrassed, but when he wiggled his fingers impatiently, you relented. He took your hands carefully, dipping them into the warm water. The heat immediately soothed the soreness, and you let out a small sigh of relief.

"See? Already better," Acronix said smugly.

Krux, meanwhile, sat down at the table, his arms crossed as he observed. "You’re coddling them," he said, though his tone lacked the usual stern type.

"Yeah, well, someone has to," Acronix shot back, carefully massaging your fingers under the water. "Besides, you’re the one who’s always going on about taking care of your tools. Consider this maintenance."

You couldn’t help but laugh softly at the bickering, the warmth of the water and Acronix’s attention making you feel cared for despite the soreness. "Thanks," you murmured, glancing between the two of them.

"Don’t mention it," Acronix said, grinning. "But next time, pace yourself, alright? Or better yet, let me build half of it. I’m pretty sure I’m faster anyway."

"Debatable," you said, smiling despite yourself.

Krux sighed, standing and heading back to the kitchen. "Dinner will be cold if we keep indulging this nonsense," he said, though you caught the faintest hint of a smile on his face.

As Acronix finished tending to your hands and you all sat down to eat, you couldn’t help but feel a little lighter. Even though your fingers were still a bit sore, but the warmth they give in this situation although with a humor in it—was more than enough to make up for it.

©leftalpacavoid 2024.

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#P/S: 𝖯𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋, 𝖣𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖿𝗒 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗈𝖿 '𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗀𝗈𝗋𝗒' 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗀𝗈𝗋𝗒.

> REMINDERS: In consideration of answering questions, I had the right to deny yours if It made me uncomfortable, So please be respectful when you interact.

𖥸𖥸𖥸𖥸𖥸𖥸𖥸𖥸𖥸𖥸𖥸𖥸𖥸𖥸𖥸𖥸𖥸

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> WHAT I WILL WRITE:

▹ FLUFF.

▹ ROMANTIC.

▹ PLATONIC

▹ ANGST.

> WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE:

▻ Stuff related to personal or mental issues.

▻ Proship dynamics.

▻ Shipping pairs.

▻ Graphic content.

▻ Non-consesual or problematic scenarios.

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‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 𝙇𝙚𝙩'𝙨 𝙜𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢! ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

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◆ 𝑵𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 ◆

CHARACTERS

◈ KRUX

▻ 【“Why leave history written by victors when you could be the one who wrote it all from the beginning?”】

Nothing here yet...

◈ ACRONIX

⨳〖“Time doesn’t break people; it molds them. But I prefer to take the mold in my own hands.”〗

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'𝐁𝐫𝐨 𝐈𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞' 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

⪼〖𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐗 𝐱 𝐆𝐍! READER〗 Tags: Fluff. Warnings?: None. ➢ 『 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 』 ⪼ 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 ࿐ཽ༵☆ ⪼ Bro is the type to make a scene out of his

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𓄃 Soaring Veil.

— Acronix's life is all about thrill, fighting, battling, scheming with his brother, he was a skilled warrior. An elemental master of time,

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❀ The Lawn Is Dead.

— He couldn't protect you, Now all he had was the record of your voice. #TAGS: Angst, Acronix is potentially OOC, What happened to us? We d

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🐱 Jealous~?

— It's just a kitten he thought, Although he can't even comprehend a small as a feline would steal your attention other than him, wishing it

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✘ Inconvenient Solutions.

Krux had left you both to do the dishes, turning into a pointless debate about who should do it. Guess who gave up? #TAGS: Pure fluff, No t

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🦖 Mini Iron Doom.

It's endearing to think of a mini time twins existing along with their mech, Acronix decided to join the fun of building it together with yo

#VENT. (Can be seen as angst nor comfort if you needed it.)

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We are here for you, Always.

A/n: I need a bullet through my head. The bathroom was cold, and the harsh light above made everything feel too bright, too m

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Oh to be loved.

A/n: Kind of a vent? Barely hanging on at the moment. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the moon filtering in thro

╰ 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐀𝐆𝐎 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒.

— TBA.

╰ 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐀𝐆𝐎 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.

— TBA.

◈ 𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 ◈

◇ 𝐒𝐂𝐏 ◇

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🎭 His Dear Witch ~ 🎭

It's unknown why do you even eixst. The SCP Foundation doesn't know what to do with you. You're a confusing paradox that they do not underst

╰ 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐎 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄.

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ඩා People look at me and say "Aww the skrunkly!"

#Character: Lego Hades (from fortnite.) #Added info: Who is he? In canon, Hades is a obtainable legendary skin, a battle pass in Fortnite:

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➥ TBA.

©leftalpacavoid 2024.

🐱 Jealous~?

— It's just a kitten he thought, Although he can't even comprehend a small as a feline would steal your attention other than him, wishing it's Him instead.

REQUESTED?: No.

Paired Character: Acronix, GN! Reader.

#TAGS: Pure fluff drabble, Kind of short, Acronix is either potentially OOC, This kitten stealing your attention is onto something 🤔 Nothing else is added more. {4.3k words.} Enjoy Reading! ^^

⪼ 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 ࿐ཽ༵☆

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You're sitting on the couch, gently cradling a tiny kitten that somehow crawled its way into your arms. The kitten is purring, blissfully curled up against you, and you're utterly charmed by the little fluffball. You’re so wrapped up in its warm, tiny body and soft meows that you hardly notice Acronix sitting beside you. But he’s watching—closely.

At first, he simply crosses his arms, leaning back and pretending not to care. He raises an eyebrow, tapping his fingers against his arm, watching as you whisper to the kitten, stroking its soft fur with all the gentleness he’s used to seeing from you — the kind he’d like to think is reserved just for him. But today? No, today it's directed at some random kitten who wandered into your life and nestled itself all too comfortably in what he has silently claimed as his spot.

He tries to keep his jealousy in check. After all, it’s just a kitten, right? But as the minutes pass, the little fuzzball only seems to be making itself more at home in your arms. Acronix clears his throat, hoping to catch your attention. But instead, you just coo at the kitten, rubbing your cheek against its tiny head, oblivious to Acronix's presence.

Finally, he decides to say something. "So... that’s a cute kitten," he says with feigned casualness, though his eyes are laser-focused on the little fur thief in your lap. "Pretty sure I heard you say I was your favorite, though." He shoots you a playful but pointed look, half-expecting you to laugh and put the kitten aside. But you just glance up with a teasing smile, nodding as you return your attention to the kitten, murmuring something sweet to it in a voice that Acronix realizes with a pang is usually reserved for him.

The kitten purrs louder, sinking deeper into your arms. He frowns. "Are you seriously ignoring me for… this little ball of fluff?" His voice is half-amused, half-annoyed, trying to mask the jealousy he knows is radiating from him. You glance at him, the amusement twinkling in your eyes, but you’re not letting go of the kitten just yet.

"Acronix, it's just a kitten," you say with a small chuckle, clearly entertained by his reaction.

But Acronix is determined. He moves closer, practically leaning against you as he makes it his mission to reclaim his spot. He throws an arm over your shoulders and rests his head on your shoulder, sighing dramatically. "I mean, I get it. The kitten's cute," he says, his tone almost mocking as he inches closer. "But, I mean, I’m here too, you know." He gives you a little nudge, his eyes locked on the kitten, hoping it’ll take the hint and scoot over. It does not.

Instead, the kitten purrs louder, curling up even tighter in your lap and stretching out one little paw possessively, as if to say, This human is mine. It knows what he's feeling right now, yet it decided to stay.

Acronix rolls his eyes, muttering something about “clingy cats” under his breath, but he’s visibly growing more impatient. He reaches over and gently pokes the kitten, testing if it might move on its own. But the kitten just squeaks—a shrill, startled sound that makes you laugh, and makes Acronix even more annoyed.

"Really?" he huffs, looking at the kitten like it’s his mortal enemy. "This little thing has you wrapped around its paw?"

You smile at him and try to gently put the kitten down, giving it a little nudge to encourage it to move. But the moment you try to lift it, the kitten lets out a loud (scream) meow, clinging to your arm and wriggling stubbornly to stay in place.

'This cat..—' Acronix thought in annoyance.

It’s as if the kitten knows exactly what it’s doing — making a bold claim on you that leaves Acronix rolling his eyes in irritation, muttering under his breath about dramatic cats.

Finally (but reluctantly), you manage to carefully set the kitten down on the floor, and it settles with an annoyed little meow of its own. But Acronix doesn’t waste a second. The moment you’re free, he took the opportunity and swoops in, wrapping his arms around you possessively and pulling you close to his chest, almost as if he’s trying to erase the kitten’s scent from your skin. He leans in, his face inches from yours, a smirk playing on his lips.

"There. Now that that distraction is out of the way," he says, his voice a low murmur as he nuzzles into your hair, "I can finally have you back where you belong." He holds you a little tighter, burying his face in your shoulder, breathing in the comforting scent of your warmth.

You laugh, wrapping your arms around him, finally giving him the attention he’s been vying for all this time. He lets out a deep, satisfied sigh, holding you close, his fingers tracing gentle patterns along your back as if he’s making sure you don’t slip away again.

After a few quiet moments, he glances down, shooting the kitten a smug look. "See, furball? This spot? Mine."

©leftalpacavoid 2024.

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