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Hear me out on the iron doom.

Our requests...

Where is it...

"just wait—"

But I hate waiting! It's beneath me! 😡

My personal headcanon is that the Vermillion Warriors aren’t entirely familiar with human concepts like “boyfriend” or “girlfriend” because those terms are specific to human culture. They wouldn’t associate relationships with social expectations like humans do (ex., romance, dating, or fitting into modern relationship norms). Instead, their focus would be entirely driven by instinct. They might view human relationships as unnecessary or overly complicated. Their behavior is more akin to animals, where a male courts a female by competing with rivals to prove himself as a worthy mate for life. The Vermillion Warriors follow similar instincts, needing to demonstrate their capability to protect, provide, and prove their superiority over others. This aligns with their drive to show strength and worthiness, and earning the title of a successful mate. That’s why they use the term “mate” for their significant other. Because it carries a deeper meaning to them than typical human relationships. When they call you their mate, it signifies that they’ve chosen you as someone to share their life with—a partner they want to protect, provide for, and remain loyal to.

And that all sums up my thoughts.

[I should start writing instead of yapping my bad—]

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.

Your writing style is amazing and your ideas are so interesting! I absolutely love fanfictions, they always manage to cheer me up. And I'm sure they bring joy to others too, even if they don't say it out loud. You write stories for a small community which is admirable! And those who find this a problem have some serious problems themselves too. If the hater anon sees this, I recommend them to touch some grass and get a life...

I know it's easy to say, but... Try to focus on the positive feedbacks, because they are genuine. We love you and your works! It's great to have you in the time twins community! 🥺🫰

I wish I can just:

what are these people yapping about. Im Obsessed with your writing so uhm keep doing your stuff ig

I actually love or writing tho the yappers can go yap somewhere else

Thank you for providing us with the twins we have been deprived of.

One of the most genuine words I first time heard in a long time, even if I'm not the best at it I still provide just for you guys, I really appreciated it and words like these keeps me going to push my best no matter what and I was really touched because you all acknowledge it too.

Me to this anon:

Thank you darling <3

Dang you got supporters now? I bet they are lying 😮‍💨 Your writing is ass btw.

My honest reaction.

Never stop writing bro, I love your x readers❤️

ILYSM THIS JUST MADE MY DAY ❤🧡💛💚💙💜🤎🖤🤍♡

I LOVE YOUUUUU ♥︎

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.

GUESS WHO BOUGHT THE IRON DOOM SET, AND SUDDENLY I'M NOT ILL ANYMORE 😋😋😋

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

I hate you.

I love you too 😘ノ♡

I should be depressed and crying rn but this man is making me feel things that I shouldn't be feeling—

Can I be your friend? I hope you don't mind because you seem nice,, I'm also a fan of x readers and a time twin fan but I'm shy so feel free to say if you don't want to ^^

Say less pookie! Of course I'd love to be ur friend ^^ My dm's are always open for you If you want to interact ♥︎

Kys.

You:

Congrats on getting ur first anon hate ur officially famous

But also what the hell😭 some people just can't stand people doing what they want smh

Yay 🥰 Real tho. Idk how did they found out about me too quick but it got an early recognition 😭 What is the point on hating anybody when they did nothing to you?? It's crazy man. Don't worry I'll keep writing, That ain't gonna stop me. 🗣️

I don't get why would you write for non-popular fictional characters, Especially for krux and acronix. Somehow I personally hate how you write them, like you turned them into softies when in canon they are both criminals and no they would NOT cuddle you or kiss you and shit. You are ruining their character for making a fanfiction involving "readers" and your shitty ass writing ain't gonna help like imagine making them out of character that does not fit in their canon part, if you continue this, PLEASE Log off and never write shit again it just makes me so sick how could you even suggest this in the first place of making them act like that who writes them that way 💀 Personally, just please kys.

Holy yapping of the yappingtons.

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.

Shout-out to these two for giving me a purpose to keep going, without them, I would have left this world. 🥲

❀ 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: 😡😡