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ɴɪɴᴊᴀɢᴏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴡɪɴs ᴍᴇᴍᴇ ᴘᴛ. 4 [ ғɪɴᴀʟᴇ]

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

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Thank you for this anon ur the best 🙏 Dw pookie I'll deal with it <333

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 :)

'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 affection, like he wants the world to know he’s with you. Acronix doesn’t do anything halfway—he’ll throw an arm around your shoulders, crack a cocky grin, and make sure everyone knows you’re his. He’s proud of it, and he’s got no reason to hide it.

⪼ Bro is the type to turn everything into a challenge just to keep you entertained. Whether it’s a casual bet or some spur-of-the-moment contest, he’s all about the thrill. He’ll look at you with that smirk like, “Bet you can’t beat me at this,” even if he’s only doing it to see you laugh.

⪼ Bro is the type to brush off danger, but he’ll always make sure you’re safe. He’d charge headfirst into any situation without a second thought, but when it comes to you, he’s weirdly careful. He’ll talk big, claiming you can handle anything, but you’ll always notice he positions himself between you and the chaos.

⪼ Bro is the type to flirt like it’s his last day on Earth, every single time. No matter how long you’ve been together, he acts like he’s still trying to win you over. He’ll lean in close, say something charming with that look in his eyes, just to watch your reaction.

⪼ Bro is the type to keep things exciting, just to make you smile. He’ll randomly grab your hand and drag you off somewhere just because he’s got an idea for something fun. With Acronix, there’s no such thing as a dull moment, and he’s constantly coming up with wild plans, if only to keep you guessing.

⪼ Bro is the type to be fiercely loyal, even if he doesn’t say it outright. He might tease, he might joke, but at the end of the day, he’s all in. He doesn’t do halfway, especially when it comes to you. You don’t have to question where he stands—his actions make it clear he’s on your side, no matter what.

⪼ Bro is the type to act like he doesn’t care but will absolutely throw hands if anyone messes with you. He’ll pretend he’s unaffected, like it doesn’t get to him, but if someone crosses the line, he’s the first one there, ready to remind them who they’re dealing with.

⪼ Bro is the type to keep you on your toes with his intensity. Acronix doesn’t just love you; he’s consumed by it. When he looks at you, it’s like you’re the only thing in the room, his gaze sharp and unwavering. You’ll feel it in every glance, every touch—it’s like he’s saying, “I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

⪼ Bro is the type to act tough but low-key melts when you show him you care back. He’ll play it cool, acting like your affection doesn’t faze him, but the second you return the favor, he’s caught off guard. He might try to brush it off, but he’s left with this stunned look, secretly loving every second.

⪼ Bro is the type to treat every moment with you like it’s an adventure. Even in the quiet moments, he’s got this restless energy, like he can’t believe he’s with you. Whether you’re in the middle of some high-stakes situation or just sitting around talking, he’s there, living for the thrill of it all—and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

©leftalpacavoid 2024.

I really need to do some krux content...y'all don't really like Acronix?? 😭

This is how I feel about the scary annoying. Who agrees an execution is in order???

Me along with my followers would agree, Now all we need is a guillotine for the public execution <33

✘ 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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