Normalize Living In A Domestic Life With Krux And Raising The Vermillion Together In The Countryside

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.

Hear me out on the iron doom.

Buisness deal.

Thats all.

I mean, Do you want to match? <333

✘ 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

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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.

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Thank you darling <3

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My honest reaction.

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~ Reader inserts.

~ Different Genders. [Fem, Male, Non-binary]

~ Specified Insert Species. [Beings in different folklore or mythology]

~ Inserted Different Power. [Being o.p or lower]

~ Different AU. [Involvement of reader in a specific fandom]

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> One-shots. [Short Or Long]

> Headcanons. [Short Or Long] ☚ [I mostly do this.]

> Imagines. [Short Or Long]

> SFW ALPHABETICAL.

> VARIOUS.

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▹ FLUFF.

▹ ROMANTIC.

▹ PLATONIC

▹ ANGST.

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▻ Proship dynamics.

▻ Shipping pairs.

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◆ 𝑵𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 ◆

CHARACTERS

◈ KRUX

▻ 【“Why leave history written by victors when you could be the one who wrote it all from the beginning?”】

Nothing here yet...

◈ ACRONIX

⨳〖“Time doesn’t break people; it molds them. But I prefer to take the mold in my own hands.”〗

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'𝐁𝐫𝐨 𝐈𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞' 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

⪼〖𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐗 𝐱 𝐆𝐍! READER〗 Tags: Fluff. Warnings?: None. ➢ 『 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 』 ⪼ 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 ࿐ཽ༵☆ ⪼ Bro is the type to make a scene out of his

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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,

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❀ 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 d

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🐱 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

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✘ 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 t

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🦖 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 yo

#VENT. (Can be seen as angst nor comfort if you needed it.)

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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 m

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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 thro

╰ 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐀𝐆𝐎 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒.

— TBA.

╰ 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐀𝐆𝐎 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.

— TBA.

◈ 𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 ◈

◇ 𝐒𝐂𝐏 ◇

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🎭 His Dear Witch ~ 🎭

It's unknown why do you even eixst. The SCP Foundation doesn't know what to do with you. You're a confusing paradox that they do not underst

╰ 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐎 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄.

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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:

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➥ TBA.

©leftalpacavoid 2024.

YOU'RE WELCOME POOKIE ♡♡♡

I DREW AGENT JAY TO DW POOKIE I GOT YOU

Finished it 5 muinets ago. Tempted to do acronix.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH THIS IS SO GOOD YOU ARE SO TALENTED ILYYY <33333

I hate you.

I love you too 😘ノ♡

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. 🗣️