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Where is it...

"just wait—"

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

❀ 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: 😡😡

I should...

Make a fan fiction about them 😏

Bonus:

Or maybe a whole polly fanfic 🥰

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 ♥︎

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:

Transformers: Prime x Acheron! Reader Incorrect Quotes. #1

You: "You’re a walking red flag, but I like you."

Starscream: "I am not a red flag, I am THE second-in-command and—"

You: "You have abandonment issues and daddy problems."

Starscream: "..."

Starscream: "Okay, first of all—"

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

My honest reaction.