'𝐁𝐫𝐨 𝐈𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞' 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

Hey guys, just putting this out there—any Time Twins fans around? They're my absolute favorite, and I don’t really have anyone to talk to about them. If you’re into them too, (if anyone would want to, I'd like to be friends ^^) Pm me if you want to :)

That's so sigma

🐱 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.

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

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...

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I love your requests,, Keep going :3

Normalize living in a domestic life with Krux and raising the Vermillion together in the countryside in a cozy cottage.💔

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.

LET ME COOK 🗣️🔥

Coming soon.

Thinking about a crossover of HSR x TFP. But in this version you are Acheron! Reader, I've been thinking about this ship with TFP Starscream, who, unfortunately, Functions as your memory bank in directions.

And he doesn't appreciate it, not at the moment but he got used to it because bro couldn't resist your composed rizz.

And oh, Do you have the same abilities as Acheron? Well good luck to him cuz you're basically his blade. (Ironic.) So basically an o.p emanator + a memory bank = Adorable Duo But One Is Deadly And The Other Screams.

Basically this isn't entirely an power imbalance in your relationship, but you're literally o.p, still human size but that doesn't defy your capabilities to fight. And oh absolutely you'll protect him, Always.

The way he treats you is similar to him being tsundere. It's like he is in denial of his feelings for you and the way you seem forgetful. But no he's wrong.

He may not admit it but he adores getting depended on because it validates his usefulness to you. And somehow he's conflicted with his feelings, he shouldn't fall for a human. Not this way. (Although are you really human?) That question is for him to guess.

Now, if we really dive into the world building, You'd definitely be both of a threat in TFP existence. Especially if you want to stick it that way then you are basically his protector at this point.

Not that like it's already you taking his whole space of standing up for himself, But you can literally chopped a vehicon twice as your size with your blade.

Wanna go deep? Aight. You're basically unbeatable lmao your too o.p to exist 😭 When you shouldn't exist at all. Primus would be side-eyeing you up and down like you just spawn to exist.

As for your relationship with Starscream, it'll definitely be a slow burn imo.

And that's how Starscream realized how he actually mattered to you. The way you don't even walked away from him. Never turning your back to walk away, and yet you stayed. Just imagine something where he's expecting you to forgot who he is again but.

You remember his name.

But you aren't sure.

But looking at him, you feel drawn to him that no other has. It feels..comforting, to say the least.

Like home.

If we want to input maxed angst, maybe you became his conjux endura before you lost your memories. And the way this strange bot recognized you but somehow conflicted that you don't even remember him.

So he tries every day yet again, but the next day is always a different moment for you and you don't understand why he kept coming back to you, but he always will. And if he didn't come back? You will find him.

Bonus:

Starscream's honest reaction whenever you forgor him again the next time you met: