🦖 Mini Iron Doom.

🦖 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.

🦖 Mini Iron Doom.
🦖 Mini Iron Doom.
🦖 Mini Iron Doom.
🦖 Mini Iron Doom.

#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 ࿐ཽ༵☆

🦖 Mini Iron Doom.

.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.

🦖 Mini Iron Doom.

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Hands Of Time x GN! Reader Incorrect Quotes #2.

Hands Of Time X GN! Reader Incorrect Quotes #2.

You: You should go touch some grass.

Acronix: Touch me instead.

You: What?

Acronix: What?

Hands Of Time X GN! Reader Incorrect Quotes #2.
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3 months ago

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.)

Pls I Can't Live Without Time Twins Content- Where's The Fica KDIXKWJIGIDJS (take Your Time Writings

✦ 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. 🥰

Pls I Can't Live Without Time Twins Content- Where's The Fica KDIXKWJIGIDJS (take Your Time Writings
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4 months ago

Our requests...

Where is it...

"just wait—"

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

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5 months ago

✘ 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?

✘ Inconvenient Solutions.
✘ Inconvenient Solutions.
✘ Inconvenient Solutions.

#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 ࿐ཽ༵☆

✘ Inconvenient Solutions.

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.”

✘ Inconvenient Solutions.

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6 months ago

🐱 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.

🐱 Jealous~?
🐱 Jealous~?
🐱 Jealous~?
🐱 Jealous~?

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 ࿐ཽ༵☆

🐱 Jealous~?
🐱 Jealous~?

—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."

🐱 Jealous~?

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3 months ago
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4 months ago

Not secaserily an ask but they made a big iron doom!!!

https://youtu.be/ohJaHy2oAiw?si=b1aTTK3UKOyLx0tY

If you don't trust links that's fair maby search 'making a collectors edition iron doom' or sm?? BUT YIPPEEEEEE thought you'd apriciate it if you haven't seen it

Dw pookie I've loved this vid because I knew it before I even bought the iron doom set 😭🫶 watched it so many times cuz I love it 😔

Not Secaserily An Ask But They Made A Big Iron Doom!!!

Here's the vid if anybody wants to watch it <3:


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