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Normalize living in a domestic life with Krux and raising the Vermillion together in the countryside in a cozy cottage.💔
How is it like breaking up with Acronix in a nutshell but you guys are texting.
You: We are breaking up.
Acronix: ts pmo sm n sb rn ngl, r u srsly srs n fr rn vro? lol atp js go 💔... b fr vro, idek nm, brb gng gtg atm lmao, bt ts pyo 2 js lmk lol onb fr. N ts pmo sm n sb rn ngl, r u srsly srs n fr rn vro?
You:....Nevermind, I'll stay.
Acronix: YIPPEE!!
I haven't realised how acronix deprived the world is till now. Please sir, can I have some more? (I'd totally be besties with krux just sayin)
Here you go pookie ^^
Pls I can't live without time twins content- where's the fica KDIXKWJIGIDJS (take your time writings a bitch)
Dw pookie your request is in my drafts with a little hcs in it I want it to make it longer so you won't be unsatisfied with the results (I'M TRYING and dying— 🙏) 😭
(I'll do a short one.)
✦ Krux sighs in relief for ONCE that his brother is dating a human being than whatever nonsense he found attracted of 🙏
✦ Not that Acronix would mind, he's an absolute cheeky mf that would try to flirt with you 24/7 and bro would do it again (this is the ♾️th TIME.) His flirting is terrible as hell but luckily you are tolerant of this behavior (shows that he's comfortable with you.)
✦ Would match pfp's with you, are you lonely that you wanna match on social media? Bro would agree (Can someone please match with me tho— *gets dragged in a guillotine execution*) and would stalk your profile for "interesting" information but in truth he tries to get you know more of what you liked or your preferences.
✦ Would use brain rot humor on you, you CANNOT ESCAPE IT. "You're so sigma" "Babygirl" "Pookie" "My Skibidi Rizzler" SHUT UPPPPP. But you love it anyway.
✦ His love language is physical affection bro would be holding your hand all the time, gives you cheek kisses and WILL dip you to piss krux off— he loves hugging you from behind when you are just feeling vulnerable or just straight up jump on your back for a surprise taunt and would not let go, Not comfortable with touching? He'll hold your hand, always.
✦ Depressed? No problem when he's here. He'd hugged you tight but not enough that you'd suffocate— Would cuddle the heck out of you until you feel better, you don't feel better at all? Bro would do ANYTHING you want if you want something to do, Sleep? Y'all would just be snuggling on the bed/couch with him playing games while being attentive to you at the same time if you need something, you cried? He'd be the big spoon the whole night.
✦ Protective, PROTECTIVE ASF. He'll scare them away or just straight up start chasing him with a timeblade for messing with his lover (They did not survived) and acts chill once you guys got home.
✦ You know how attractive he is with the mask on? No? Nobody gets the gist? Okay. Make sure to pull it down and kiss him with the mask on and he'll be shocked and slowly would kiss you back and if you kept going,,,, people would wonder why is time suddenly going forward TOO FAST— I'll stop.
✦ He's the definition of a golden retriever and a ram, impulsive and silly. And if you are either nonchalant nor just tired of life, then you guys would be a golden retriever x black cat typa dynamic.
✦ Insecure? No honey he'd love any part of you at all. Scars? He'll trace it if you let him, anything else about your appearance? Bro wouldn't mind if you had a different body type because he knows that it's a flaw of yours, but he sees it as unique and would be down bad for you, what about your height? He'll tease you but if it really hits then he'd stop.
✦ Would be either to have you show him all recent technology, he'd be eager to discover new things. If you gave him a gaming phone/tablet (which you earned it) on his birthday, suddenly that's his favorite phone all the time. (Krux trying not to tweak because it's like you're corrupting him with these new discoveries but that's cringe he'd just roll his eyes instead, JUST NOT IN FRONT OF HIM.)
✦ Yapping, Lots of Yapping. He Yaps, You Yap Back, but if you're more of a listener then congratulations you've assigned yourself a deal for the next 40 years (what?) You two would listen to each other back and fourth and the more it happens the more he's happy that someone listens to him—
✦ Communicating boundaries is a must. Sometimes he either gets too overbearing or too arrogant, so make sure to just say no at this point and he'd back off if he's being too much. You're his anchor that can keep his impulsiveness in check.
✦ A little bit on the sides of acts of service when he's feeling in a good mood, he'd do stuff for you like for example he'd carry stuff that's too heavy— even if it's just a small as a hand bag (Simp-) and of course, protecting you is his biggest thing, (He'd probably do the way when he's in front of maya when he's fighting against Ray in the flashbacks) you want extra? He's already behind the person, and proceeds to commit Time Punch on them— Yes.
✦ he's stronk. Get me? He'd have no shame carrying you bridal style. He'd be happy that you rely on him when it's comes to being physical. Doesn't matter if you can handle yourself, he had an instinct driven by feeling proud that he helped you in some way.
✦ Although yes, he may have a thing for feisty type but it's actually kind of different, He isn't the type to lead relationships like it's always him all the time. You both are equals, unlike those who are loud nor too extreme, something in him draws him to you as you are more like a calm in the storm that blocks every noises outside, and the way he realized, people like you don't come around often. And that is very rare. So stay with him now 🙏
✦ Being in a relationship with him had some quirks and ups and downs, his brother Krux, who does not exactly prove of you that early because he's not used to his brother giving attention to someone else considering that they are both on the same side of camaraderie. But if you prove your worth that you are capable for acronix and you can handle him well, he'll have a quiet respect. Although just a little melancholic because it's like he's watching his little brother growing up, now he's basically your older brother in law if you married acronix—
✦ Ohh don't get me started, there's a lot more. You'd Accidentally meet the Vermillion anyway. Fate would make it happen anyways (￢‿￢ ). You'd meet the trio of their general, machia, blunk, raggmunk, Machia doesn't react but she respects that you'd manage to tame that simping fool who is down bad for her before and now simped on you instead, Blunk on the other hand, wouldn't react much but he's intrigued because you looked new and he's like "Is this our boss's new spouse/husband?" He gets wacked in the head by Machia, Raggmunk doesn't care. And thinks it's funny cuz bro their boss is supposed to be intimidating but one got in a relationship? He'd snicker quietly. (Although tbh you won't have much of an important role BUT if YOU DATED KRUX IN THE OTHER HAND—jk. Y'all should ask for it lol.)
✦ Acronix would be pulling you away from them cuz first he does NOT want any ridiculous things happening to you that'll get you in harm soooo he keeps you away from their base and spends time outside with you instead. (He don't wanna make krux mad as well—)
✦ Aside from those, Acronix isn't exactly used to being vulnerable to another but he'll tell you one day. And it'll definitely take time for him tell his vulnerabilities and what had happened to him from the time vortex, if you managed to break you'll be the only one and his brother could know about it, and those moments are special. (Better treat him right.)
✦ Trust me, he'll stay. He won't let you carry the burden alone. He loves you, he may not express it obviously but in quiet moments when you are vulnerable, those moments when you feel like you don't wanna be in the world anymore, you can't take it, you don't feel good enough—he'd hold you back from it and he's not losing you this early. Be the reason why he's happy to wake up and seeing you beside him, be the reason why he's always looking at you like he's the most luckiest guy ever in the world, be the reason why he is thinking about you when he's away and is excited to go back to you, and if that's all gone? It will all feel very empty without you.
✦ Be patient with him, You and him are both lucky to have each other. Being there together, and it'll be worth it in the end.
✦ Him as a boyfriend is wholesome and weirdly adorable, You'll definitely play an important role if the time twins legacy would continue further. (Master Wu wouldn't be very happy about that—)
✦ 9/10. Thanks you for reading ^^
Bonus: Krux version? Well it depends if someone asked for that. 🥰
©lefalpacavoid 2025.
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
Hear me out, Krux would Absolutely WHIMPER.
Goodbye.
Interesting Analogy There, Anon.
Turns out he does.
Hands Of Time x GN! Reader Incorrect Quotes #2.
You: You should go touch some grass.
Acronix: Touch me instead.
You: What?
Acronix: What?
Make some nsfw...... Or else 😡
75 spammed asks about you wanting smut...Boy I'm gonna have a serious beef with you. 😡
Please do smut I'm craving for some nsfw of them 😭
My Honest Reaction:
Just say the word. Keep going i will
YESSIRRR!!!
Our requests...
Where is it...
"just wait—"
But I hate waiting! It's beneath me! 😡
I should...
Make a fan fiction about them 😏
Bonus:
Or maybe a whole polly fanfic 🥰
Guys what if I make a Dr. Saunders dating headcanons and you guys confessed and you accidentally saw his disguise 😍 Or you kissed him and his fake mustache fell off. 🥰
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.
Hey everybody, I'm completely fine for spamming request whether you have any ideas for your very be loved time twins themselves. Don't be shy to reach out I love all of them as they are now in my drafts in works, I understand how it is to be feeling like an outsider because you had no idea where to reach out on when blogs only existed for the ninja only and I am here so you wouldn't carry the burden alone, I'll be the go-to option because I'm always flooded with ideas. ♡
Remember, I Exist :)
Mark my words everyone, If Acronix and Krux came back, I will make a juicy fanfiction about them 😋 If they had a new appearance I WILL MAKE IT JUICY 🙏 I will make it extremely longer fic and headcanons guys don't worry 😈
🦖 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.
I really need to do some krux content...y'all don't really like Acronix?? 😭
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 much. You huddled in the corner, your knees pulled up to your chest, trying to hide from the world that felt so heavy. Your breath came in ragged gasps, and every time you wiped away the tears, it only made the snot in your nose worse. It was all too much—the weight of grief pressing down on you, suffocating you, as if the world had closed in on your chest.
The thoughts swirling in your mind were overwhelming. It felt like nothing could fix this, that nothing could make it go away. You couldn’t stop crying, couldn’t stop the pain. It wasn’t just sadness—it was something deeper, something you couldn’t explain. It felt like your entire existence was drowning in it, like a dark pit you’d never climb out of. No one could understand, and you didn’t want anyone to. It wasn’t just the sadness—it was the frustration, the feeling that you’d never heal. You felt as though you were falling apart, and the idea of someone witnessing that, especially them, felt like it would shatter the last bits of you still trying to hold on.
You hated this every time, you absolutely— hated it, an unexplainable feeling gnawing on your chest as you struggle to breathe, only coming out as ragged gasps when you struggled to stay quiet.
But then you heard footsteps, faint but unmistakable. Acronix and Krux.
At first, you tried to ignore them. You couldn’t let them see you like this. You couldn’t bear the thought of them seeing the tears, the snot, the vulnerability. The last thing you wanted was for them to pity you. You didn’t need their sympathy. You just wanted to be alone, away from their eyes. But they kept coming, and their voices—low, concerned—only made it worse. You felt trapped, suffocating in their attention.
“Hey,” Acronix’s voice was gentle, careful, almost too careful. You wanted to scream at him, tell him to leave. To stop acting like you were some fragile thing to be coddled. You weren’t that. You weren’t some helpless, broken person.
“I’m fine,” you muttered, your voice thick from crying.
“Are you?” Krux’s voice was soft, but there was an edge of worry to it. “We’re not leaving until you talk to us, you know.”
You didn’t want them there. You didn’t want anyone. You just wanted it all to end—the pain, the frustration, everything that made you feel so lost. You shifted further into the corner, trying to make yourself as small as possible.
“Leave me alone,” you whispered, your voice hoarse from all the crying. But they didn’t leave.
Acronix crouched down next to you, a respectful distance away, but his presence was still too close. “We’re not going anywhere,” he said firmly. “We’re here, okay? You don’t have to do this alone.”
“No,” you spat, backing away further, tears still flowing freely down your cheeks. “I don’t need you here. I don’t need anyone!” You wiped at your nose again, but it just made everything worse, the tears continuing to pour. You hated the weakness. You hated the fact that you were so helpless in that moment.
"You all say time heals all wounds," you murmured, the words feeling hollow. Mockingly. "But what is time?" you asked aloud, your voice cracking. Tears streamed down your face. "I don't believe in anything anymore," you whispered, another sob escaping your lips. "But if time can heal," you choked out, "or at least take me away...away from this world..." You glared at the two of them before you, then snapped, "You should have sped it up! It would be better if it could kill me once and for all!" Acronix recoiled slightly, and you immediately softened, a guilty expression replacing your anger.
Why are you blaming them, as if they were false gods? Something they cannot change, something beyond their control.
Acronix’s eyes softened, but he didn’t move closer. He knew better than to push you. “Look I may not be very good at words but," He sighs. "You don’t have to do this by yourself,” he repeated. “We’re your family, you know. It’s not about fixing everything right away, We’re just here, We’re not leaving.”
Krux stood behind Acronix at the door, his expression unreadable, but you could feel the weight of his gaze on you. There was no anger there, no frustration—just concern, deep and genuine.
You could feel your chest tighten, and despite yourself, you found yourself trembling. They were right. You didn’t want to be alone in this. But you couldn’t let them in. Not like this. Not when you felt so broken.
Acronix took a slow, careful step closer, sensing that you weren’t ready for anything more. “I know it feels like everything’s falling apart right now. I get that. But you don’t have to pretend like it’s fine. It’s okay to feel like this. But it’s also okay to lean on us.”
You shook your head, still refusing to look up at them. “I don’t want to… I don’t want you to see me like this. I’m not strong anymore. I just…” You trailed off, your voice cracking under the weight of the words you couldn’t say.
Krux took a deep breath and finally stepped forward, standing behind Acronix’s position. “You don’t have to be strong all the time. You don’t have to pretend to be something you’re not. We know you, all of you. We’ve seen you at your best, and we’ve seen you at your worst. We’re not going anywhere, not because we have to—but because we want to be here.”
You were shaking now, the sobs uncontrollable as you buried your face in your knees, your heart aching in ways you didn’t know how to put into words. You couldn’t understand why it felt like this. Why it felt like there was a piece of you that was slipping away, never to return.
But Acronix’s hand was on your back now, and Krux was there too, a steady presence, even if it wasn’t enough to fix everything.
Acronix’s voice was quieter now, softer. “You don’t have to heal right away, You don’t have to rush it. We’ll wait. We’re not going anywhere, not now, not ever. You’re not alone in this.”
You didn’t respond, not with words. You just let yourself cry, let the tears fall until they felt like they’d dry up on their own. But you knew something had shifted. Even in this broken state, even when you wanted nothing more than to be left alone, they were still there. Not to fix you. Not to try to make it all better. But simply to be with you.
It wasn’t much, but it was enough.
©leftalpacavoid 2024.
Merry Christmas Everyone! God bless you all in this joyful day, Go celebrate with your loved ones and make new memories in this year, Remember that you are loved by many, If nobody has told you yet, I will: I love you. <3
@CR-Tiktok: yamete_0
I should do some...Serpentine reader with Acronix 😉
[We all know where is this going.]
✘ 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 trigger warnings, Your pronounce isn't specified as a 'she' so it can be kept as gender neutral, Potentially OOC, Romantic or Platonic you decide.
A/N: DAMN I DIDN'T REALIZED THAT I DISSAPEARED FOR LIKE A MONTH?? I really need to get my mental health checked out. 🥶
⪼ 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 ࿐ཽ༵☆
ᨏᨐ———【𖥸】———ᨐᨏ
Krux had barely left the room when the responsibility fell squarely on you and Acronix. The sink was full of dirty dishes, remnants of meals and snacks that had been happily consumed without a second thought about the aftermath. With Krux off attending to some whatever task he has, he’d passed the burden onto the two of you—a decision he would undoubtedly regret if he returned to find the task still unresolved.
“Alright,” Acronix began, rolling up his sleeves and leaning casually against the counter. “You heard the old man. Let’s get these dishes done.”
You crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow. “We? You mean you get the dishes done. I’m not touching those.”
“Oh, please,” he scoffed, smirking. “You’re just as responsible for this mess as I am. Why don’t you start?”
And thus, the great debate began.
For what felt like hours, the two of you went back and forth, each refusing to budge. Every argument was countered with a sharper one, every excuse met with an equal bet.
“I cooked dinner yesterday!” you argued, pointing an accusatory finger at him.
“Yeah? Well, I cleaned the table afterward!” he shot back, crossing his arms.
“That doesn’t count! You just wiped it down with one of those lazy hand wipes and called it a day!”
“Details, details,” he said, waving you off. “Look, the point is, I’ve done my part. It’s your turn.”
At some point, the verbal sparring wasn’t enough, so the two of you resorted to a tried-and-true method of conflict of: rock-paper-scissors.
“Ready?” you said, holding out your fist.
“Always,” Acronix replied, smirking with confidence.
“Rock… paper… scissors… SHOOT!”
You both threw scissors.
“Again,” you muttered, narrowing your eyes.
“Rock… paper… scissors… SHOOT!”
Scissors. Again.
This went on for an absurd number of rounds, each one ending in a tie. It wasn’t just frustrating—it was eerie how perfectly in sync the two of you were, neither willing to back down either.
“This is ridiculous!” you exclaimed, throwing your hands up. “We’ll be here all night at this rate!”
“Hey, don’t blame me for your lack of originality,” Acronix quipped, clearly enjoying the standoff.
You glared at him, but eventually, exhaustion got the better of you. With a dramatic sigh, you threw in the towel. “Fine. I’ll do the stupid dishes. I guess I’m just born to be a housewife or something.”
You didn’t think much of the comment as you turned toward the sink, but Acronix froze. “Housewife?” he repeated, his voice rising slightly.
You glanced over your shoulder at him, confused. “What? Yeah, housewife. You know, someone who gets stuck doing all the chores while everyone else gets to slack off. Sound familiar? ”
But Acronix wasn’t listening anymore. His expression had shifted into one of pure disbelief, striked with something you couldn’t quite place. “Housewife?” he muttered again, almost to himself. “No. No way. I’m not having you call yourself that.”
Before you could process what was happening, he marched over to the sink, elbowing you gently out of the way. “Step aside,” he said firmly.
“Wait, what??” you asked, baffled.
“I’m doing the dishes,” he declared, grabbing the sponge and turning on the water. “If anyone’s going to be stuck with house chores, it’s me. I’ll show you what a real husband does. You’re not taking on that role, not on my watch.”
You blinked, stunned into silence as Acronix dove into the task with an intensity you’d never seen before. He scrubbed, rinsed, and stacked dishes like a man on a mission, muttering something about “fairness” and “proper roles” under his breath.
“Uh… Acronix?” you finally managed to say.
“What?” he snapped, though not unkindly.
“You do realize this whole argument was about both of us being too lazy to do the dishes, right? Now you’re acting like you’re competing for ‘Husband of the Year’ or something.”
“Exactly,” he said, not missing a beat. “If you think for one second I’m going to let you call yourself a housewife, you’ve got another thing coming. I’m perfectly capable of handling this.”
You couldn’t help but laugh, a mix of amusement and disbelief bubbling up inside you. “Okay, Mr. Perfect Husband. Let’s see if you can keep this up when Krux asks who cleaned the dishes.”
“Oh, don’t you worry,” he said, flashing you a grin over his shoulder. “By the time I’m done, these dishes will be so spotless even Krux will be impressed. And you? You can relax. You’ve earned it.”
Shaking your head with a chuckle, you leaned back against the counter, watching as Acronix continued his self-imposed mission. It was ridiculous, and entirely unnecessary—but also strangely....endearing?
“Fine,” you said, a small smile tugging at your lips. “But don’t expect me to call you my hero or anything.”
“Too late,” he teased, winking at you. “I already know I am.”
©leftalpacavoid 2024
❀ 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 die like men 🗣️, No comfort for him this time, (4.5k words I think)
A/N: I don't know if there is something is wrong with me 😔
⪼ 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 ࿐ཽ༵☆
They say grief is part of the human nature, That's why, We should always cherish our love ones before they go.
Acronix sat on the edge of the bed, gripping a small doll version of you in his hand. The doll was soft, stitched together with care, and it eerily resembled you—down to the details you’d once laughed about when you first saw it. But now, the doll was all he had left. His fingers trembled as he brushed them over its fabric, the weight of the loss settling heavily in his chest.
His thumb hovered over the little button embedded in the doll’s chest. He knew what would happen when he pressed it, yet he couldn’t help himself. With a sharp intake of breath, he pressed down, and your voice echoed softly through the tiny speaker, “I love you.”
The sound of your voice hit him like hard, sending a rush of emotion through him. He closed his eyes, as if hearing you again could bring you back, as if those three simple words could fill the void you had left. The moment felt too short, too fleeting. His chest tightened, and before he could stop himself, he pressed the button again.
“I love you,” your voice repeated, gentle and sweet, like you were right there beside him.
Acronix’s hand shook as he pressed the button again, and again, and again.
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
It's not enough. Each time, the same words, the same tone, the same warmth. But it wasn’t enough. No matter how many times he heard it, it couldn’t bring you back. The doll couldn’t laugh with him, couldn’t tease him, couldn’t look at him with those eyes that used to make everything feel right in the world. It was just a recording, just a memory that he could never touch again.
His breathing grew shallow as he pressed the button harder, faster, desperate to hear your voice one more time, over and over. “I love you.” The words, which once brought him joy, now tore him apart, reminding him of the reality he couldn’t escape. You were gone. No matter how many times he pressed that button, no matter how many times he heard those words, you weren’t coming back.
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
“I love you-”
The doll’s soft fabric began to crumple under the force of his grip, but he didn’t care. He was lost in it now, lost in the sound of your voice, trying to hold onto something that was already slipping away. His mind raced, memories of you flashing before his eyes—your smile, your laughter, the way you’d look at him with that knowing gaze. Every memory felt like it was slipping through his fingers, just like you had.
His breath hitched, and he pressed the button again, his thumb almost numb from the pressure. “I love you." He gritted his teeth, trying to hold back the flood of emotion that was building inside him, but it was no use. The dam broke. His face contorted, his chest heaving with sobs he had been holding back for too long. The weight of it all, the loneliness, the regret, the pain of your absence—it all came crashing down on him at once.
The doll slipped from his hands as he collapsed to the floor, his shoulders shaking violently. His sobs filled the room, raw and broken, a sound that hadn’t escaped him in years. He had lost battles, lost wars, but nothing had ever felt like this. Nothing had ever hurt this deeply, He lost you. He curled into himself, burying his face in his arms, his body trembling with each breath.
You were gone. He couldn’t protect you, couldn’t save you. And now, all he had was this haunting reminder of what he’d lost. His hands clenched into fists, pounding against the floor as if that could somehow change things, as if his pain could bring you back. But nothing would.
The doll lay next to him, its small, empty eyes staring up at him as if mocking his grief. His hand reached out to it again, almost instinctively, but he hesitated. He couldn’t press that button again. He couldn’t hear those words anymore. Not when you weren’t there to say them for real.
I'm sorry.
His chest ached as he stared at the doll, his vision blurred by tears. The reality of it all settled over him like a crushing weight. You were gone. And all he had left was this sound of your voice, a painful memory that would never be enough.
And in that moment, Acronix broke. He clutched the doll to his chest, his sobs muffled as he whispered your name, over and over, like a prayer. But no one was listening. No one would ever answer.
"𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶."
©leftalpacavoid 2024
Ninjago X Reader Incorrect Quotes. #1
Krux: You'd better make the apparatus, You know what happens if you don't.
Cyrus Borg: Absolutely not! I will not agree to this.
Also Cyrus Borg:
You: Hey uh honey, Would it be okay if you fixed this..? I hope it's not too much of a trouble—
Cyrus Borg: Of course my love anything for you. <33 *Fixes it and makes it so durable it will never break again.* Here you go darling. <3
You: Thank you! (≧▽≦)♡♡♡
Acronix and Krux in the background: 😡😡
🐱 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 ࿐ཽ༵☆
—ᥫ᭡—
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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[Not a best introduction]
I am now officially writing for the time twins, mostly to post fanfics for time twin enjoyers, I am just sharing my love about my hyperfixations with everyone, this blog is still in wip so bear with me. ^^
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𖤛 I have decided to only post SFW version of my works/fics here on Tumblr.
𖤛 explicit/mature content won't be happening anymore for the readers so they can choose based on their preferences. [my Wattpad and AO3 will be revealed soon once this wip is final.]
𖤛 For my x reader fics, below is what I can write:
‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾:𝑊𝐻𝐴𝑇 𝑇𝑌𝑃𝐸 𝑂𝐹 𝑅𝐸𝐴𝐷𝐸𝑅 𝐷𝑂 𝐼 𝑊𝑅𝐼𝑇𝐸 𝐴𝐵𝑂𝑈𝑇?:☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙:
~ Reader inserts.
~ Different Genders. [Fem, Male, Non-binary]
~ Specified Insert Species. [Beings in different folklore or mythology]
~ Inserted Different Power. [Being o.p or lower]
~ Different AU. [Involvement of reader in a specific fandom]
~ Different Types Of Personality For The Reader.
~ Normal context scenarios between the character and you.
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> One-shots. [Short Or Long]
> Headcanons. [Short Or Long] ☚ [I mostly do this.]
> Imagines. [Short Or Long]
> SFW ALPHABETICAL.
> VARIOUS.
.•♫•♬•𝑯𝑶𝑾 𝑫𝑶 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑹𝑬𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻?•♬•♫•.
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ঞ 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖𝐒ઈଓ࿐:
> Feel free to send some feedbacks on my writing if I misspelled or input a wrong output.
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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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◆ 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.”〗
#VENT. (Can be seen as angst nor comfort if you needed it.)
╰ 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐀𝐆𝐎 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒.
— TBA.
╰ 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐀𝐆𝐎 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.
— TBA.
◈ 𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 ◈
◇ 𝐒𝐂𝐏 ◇
╰ 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐎 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄.
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➥ TBA.
©leftalpacavoid 2024.
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, But there is something quite of an aura that makes him drawn to You.
REQUESTED?: Yes.
—@ By: [Anonymous Ask]
Paired Character: Acronix, GN! Reader.
#TAGS: pure fluff, established relationship but leans on romantic or platonic, Acronix got some taste fr 🗣️🔥, Reader isn't a normal human being, we are high like on being ethereal for real. (▀̿Ĺ̯▀̿ ̿) potential OOC I tried my best. {3.2K Words}
#Reminder: Reader's appearance is based off Yaoshi Aeon Of Abundance from Honkai Star Rail respectively, the reason why the description had a kind of a unspecified color is because it's for you to decide your own theme.
⪼ 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 ࿐ཽ༵☆
⚊𓂀⚊
Acronix approaches you with a mixture of awe every time he enters your presence. You, an unknown entity of immense size and ethereal beauty, radiate an otherworldly elegance that is both serene and formidable. Draped in a delicate veil and a flowing cloth dress, your form shimmers like moonlight caught on mist, pure and unblemished. Towering over everything, you sit at the very edge of an old, crumbling stone ledge that seems to float in a dimension all its own—one surrounded by misty, endless skies and soft light that shifts in the void, It’s a place beyond time and space, both tranquil and mysterious, a place where only you and Acronix seem to exist.
Your elegant halo glows faintly, illuminating the fine, white cloth of your dress that drapes down, almost seeming to melt into the mist below. Long antlers adorn your head, gracefully twisting upwards and casting shadows that dance around you. Despite your towering form, there is a gentleness in the way you hold yourself, a silent welcome in the slight tilt of your head and the soft glow that emanates from your hidden face. You cannot speak, bound by some silent rule of your existence, but Acronix seems to understand you nonetheless.
He steps forward, cautious but unafraid, dwarfed by your towering height but never intimidated. There’s a slight, respectful bow in his posture as he approaches, his hazel eyes filled with a curious admiration he’d never show anyone else. He’s careful, almost reverent, as if any sudden movement might disrupt the delicate balance of the quiet peace that hangs between you. When he reaches a spot near your hand, he pauses, glancing up at you with a small, confident smirk that betrays a hint of his usual arrogance. But his voice, when he speaks, is softer than usual, his tone touched by something uncharacteristically tender.
“Hello again,” he says, the faintest bit of wonder threading through his voice, like he’s still not quite used to the sight of you. “I see you’re as magnificent as ever.”
He reaches out, resting a hand on one of your enormous fingers, feeling the faint warmth that radiates from your form. Despite your size, he’s never felt more connected to someone than he does to you, this mysterious, silent being who watches him with such gentle understanding. There’s something deeply comforting in your presence, something he can’t quite put into words, as if you understand him in a way that no one else ever has, or ever could.
You look down at him, a subtle inclination of your head acknowledging his words. The veil over your face stirs slightly, as though responding to his touch, the faintest shimmer of light rippling through it, like stars twinkling in the depths of a night sky. Even though he can’t see your eyes, he feels them on him, an invisible gaze that somehow sees through every wall he’s ever put up. He knows that you see him fully, down to every hidden insecurity and weakness, yet there’s only acceptance in your presence.
Unable to speak, you raise a delicate hand, its surface radiant and smooth, and you gently brush your fingers against him, a feather-light touch that envelopes him in a warmth unlike anything he’s ever felt. Your movements are careful, as though you’re afraid of overwhelming him, but there’s a kindness in your touch, a soft reassurance that speaks volumes more than words ever could. You tilt your head again, your halo glowing slightly brighter, as if to show him that you’ve missed him just as much as he has missed you.
Acronix leans into your touch, uncharacteristically still, as if savoring this silent moment with a rare humility. He reaches up, letting his own small hand press against your fingertip. For a brief second, it almost feels as if he’s bridging the vast, unknowable space that lies between your worlds, that his presence, his simple, mortal touch, is enough to reach you. There’s a softness in his eyes as he looks at you, a vulnerability he’s never shown to anyone else, as if in this timeless space, it’s safe to let down his guard.
“What is it like…up there?” he asks quietly, his voice barely more than a whisper. It’s a question he knows you can’t answer, but something in him aches to know. He wonders what it’s like to live in a realm so far removed from his own, to see the world through the eyes of someone so ancient, so unfathomable. And somehow, in his own way, he hopes that maybe, just maybe, you could someday tell him.
Your fingers trace a gentle line down his arm, communicating a soft understanding. There’s a comfort in the way you touch him, a promise that even if words can’t explain it, you’re here, in this moment, with him. Acronix seems to understand; he nods, as if your silent response is more than enough, a reassurance that he’s not alone in the strange, vast existence he finds himself caught in.
In this endless, timeless place, Acronix finds himself lingering, letting the silence stretch between you as he watches the subtle glow of your halo and the faint, calming shimmer of your veil. He rests his head against your fingers, his small form leaning into the comforting warmth of your presence. For once, he’s not fighting, not scheming—just a man sitting at the edge of infinity, lost in the quiet, unspoken bond that lies between him and the unknown being he cherishes most.
And though you cannot speak, he hears your silence as clearly as if you had whispered to him. It’s a silence that tells him everything: that you understand him, that you care for him, that you, in all your timeless, towering form, hold him closer than any other soul in this strange, unchanging world. And for Acronix, there’s no greater comfort.
©leftalpacavoid 2024.
'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 affection, like he wants the world to know he’s with you. Acronix doesn’t do anything halfway—he’ll throw an arm around your shoulders, crack a cocky grin, and make sure everyone knows you’re his. He’s proud of it, and he’s got no reason to hide it.
⪼ Bro is the type to turn everything into a challenge just to keep you entertained. Whether it’s a casual bet or some spur-of-the-moment contest, he’s all about the thrill. He’ll look at you with that smirk like, “Bet you can’t beat me at this,” even if he’s only doing it to see you laugh.
⪼ Bro is the type to brush off danger, but he’ll always make sure you’re safe. He’d charge headfirst into any situation without a second thought, but when it comes to you, he’s weirdly careful. He’ll talk big, claiming you can handle anything, but you’ll always notice he positions himself between you and the chaos.
⪼ Bro is the type to flirt like it’s his last day on Earth, every single time. No matter how long you’ve been together, he acts like he’s still trying to win you over. He’ll lean in close, say something charming with that look in his eyes, just to watch your reaction.
⪼ Bro is the type to keep things exciting, just to make you smile. He’ll randomly grab your hand and drag you off somewhere just because he’s got an idea for something fun. With Acronix, there’s no such thing as a dull moment, and he’s constantly coming up with wild plans, if only to keep you guessing.
⪼ Bro is the type to be fiercely loyal, even if he doesn’t say it outright. He might tease, he might joke, but at the end of the day, he’s all in. He doesn’t do halfway, especially when it comes to you. You don’t have to question where he stands—his actions make it clear he’s on your side, no matter what.
⪼ Bro is the type to act like he doesn’t care but will absolutely throw hands if anyone messes with you. He’ll pretend he’s unaffected, like it doesn’t get to him, but if someone crosses the line, he’s the first one there, ready to remind them who they’re dealing with.
⪼ Bro is the type to keep you on your toes with his intensity. Acronix doesn’t just love you; he’s consumed by it. When he looks at you, it’s like you’re the only thing in the room, his gaze sharp and unwavering. You’ll feel it in every glance, every touch—it’s like he’s saying, “I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”
⪼ Bro is the type to act tough but low-key melts when you show him you care back. He’ll play it cool, acting like your affection doesn’t faze him, but the second you return the favor, he’s caught off guard. He might try to brush it off, but he’s left with this stunned look, secretly loving every second.
⪼ Bro is the type to treat every moment with you like it’s an adventure. Even in the quiet moments, he’s got this restless energy, like he can’t believe he’s with you. Whether you’re in the middle of some high-stakes situation or just sitting around talking, he’s there, living for the thrill of it all—and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
©leftalpacavoid 2024.
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