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demonology // angelology
names & bases in image description.
some sticker sheets I hope to have for MCM London later this month!
#demon#angel#demonology#angelology#fire#gold#biblical#cute#gusion#stolas#crocell#andras#flauros#aamon#furfur#seraphim#halo#ophanim#cherubim#power
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[ CARRYING ]
X.Borg
On his shoulders. What can be better than that? With the height of his, enjoy the ride. He'll also grab onto your leg for you to not fall off.
"Steady now, wouldn't want you to fall off."
Dyrroth
He loves to hook his hands under your thighs and lift you up, how should I explain this; front piggyback? Your height or weight doesn't matter to him, he's the prince of the abyss after all.
"You look rather..frustrated by this..~ Come on, look at me."
Fredrinn
Carries you with only one arm just to show off, yeah that's fredrinn. He makes it a little game to win over your heart, his charming face and that smirk of his doesn't help at all.
"How's the weather up there darlin'~? Pretty good mhm?"
Julian
Throwing you over his shoulder seems like a effective choice actually. Especially when there's a fight and there are more enemies he can take so he just throws you over his shoulder like a potato sack and 🏃💨
"Stop squirming I don't want to drop you-! oi! Stop hitting my back now that's hurts-"
Aamon
Guy's either princess carrying you or leading you by the hand like a true gentleman. Honestly it all makes the cold Duke's heart flutter. Aamon is clever, so clever that in a middle of the fight he can scoop you into his arms and ran to a nearby tower. (Don't forget his invisible cloak ability)
"I got you."
Xavier
Above the others Xavier is most comfortable on carrying you on his back. For him it's the most efficient way if you get injured and run for aid. Just,, just imagine him bending down to his knee and waiting for you to settle on his back🥺🥺
"Jump now, that way we'll be faster."
Martis
Just like Aamon, the Ashura king himself prefers to carry you in his muscular arms, I mean who doesn't want that?? Also won't miss any opportunity to flustee you making you hid into his chest, you bet he's grinning ear to ear.
"Look at me love, I want to see you~"
Gord
Gord doesn't see the need to carry you, he can make you float instead but won't do that you need to beg for...literally. What, ain't standing next to him is enough for you? With how an ear sore(affectionately) you are he will, with a flick of his wrist will make you float. Go ahead and take the opportunity to bump his nose.🤫
"Tsk, don't get any ideas..."
Jonshon
Carrying? What's that? Take a seat instead, don't forget the belt.
Hanzo
Holds you like a kitten/puppy, just like a baby animal in general. He's a big guy what did you expect? Hanzo doesn't really like having you close to him because of the demon inside him who makes comments such as how sweet your blood smells...
".......must you stand this close? .......fine...come here."
Claude
Tries to throw you over his shoulder just to tease you then falls to the ground with you. As playful as Claude can be he's a hopeless romantic and most of the time is clueless about literally everything. He's getting advices from his best man, trust Dexter on this. He's showing how should Claude carry you-
"(Name)- heyy, trust me on this, please one more time-! No I won't drop you I promise-"
Leomord
If you specifically want him to carry you, he'll do it without saying anything, be it princess carry(his favorite) or any other styles. But mostly you two will be riding with Barbiel, he's behind you, arms on the both of your sides. His reflexes are fast, he'll catch you before his mind can proceed.
"The weather is quite nice don't you think darling? Would you accompany me and Barbiel for a little walk?"
#mlbb#mlbb x reader#mobile legends#mobile legends bang bang#mobile legends bang bang x reader#mobile legends x reader#gn reader#x reader#x.borg x reader#x.borg#dyrroth x reader#dyrroth#fredrinn x reader#fredrinn#julian#julian x reader#aamon#aamon x reader#xavier x reader#xavier#martis#martis x reader#gord#gord x reader#hanzo x reader#hanzo#claude#claude x reader#leomord#leomord x reader
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𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮
aamon paxley x fem!reader
“ do you know that i miss you everyday ”
“Aamon~!” a woman in a beautiful pastel yellow off-shoulder gown sprinted through the halls of Castle Aberleen. “Lady (Y/n), please slow down!” the woman’s personal maid struggled to keep up with her lady. “Aamon!” (Y/n) yelled excitedly when she saw a tall figure with unmistakable silver hair. Aamon halted his conversation with his secretary to turned his face to (Y/n) when he heard his name being called. (Y/n) stopped midway admiring her fiancé, even after years of being engaged she couldn’t get enough of her fiancé’s alluring demeanor. His usual silver hair shone even brightly with the sunlight shining on his hair through the windows of Castle Aberleen. Noticing how his fiancé had stopped midway he dismissed his secretary and made his way towards her. “Love, why have you halted your steps midway.” Aamon asked his lady who was still in a dazed.
“Oh, Aamon just admiring your beauty.” (Y/n) replied with the brightest smile. Aamon just hummed he was used to her blunt compliments through out the years they had spent their times together. “My love, why have you decide to visit the Castle Aberleen today?” Aamon absentmindedly asked as he played with the tips of (Y/n)’s hair. “I just miss you so I decided to pay you a visit.” (Y/n) replied with her usual bright smile. ”You miss me everyday.” Aamon smiled lovingly at her. He placed his unoccupied hand around (Y/n)’s waist and brought her body closer to his with his other hand on her hair he gently placed a kiss on her hair. His lips barely leaving her hair as he raised his eyes directly looking into hers as he whispered “Shall we leave to a place with more privacy to us, my lady?” (Y/n) blushed heavily at his sudden gestured and couldn’t only nod her head.
A knock on the door interrupts (Y/n)’s reminisce of her memories with Aamon. The door slowly creaks open Gusion peeks his head through the gap of the door, his eyes seem to be searching for someone until it landed onto (Y/n)’s slumped figure with her head down on the former Head of House Paxley’s desk. Aamon’s cloak draped around her shoulders. Gusion eyes sadly gazes at the maiden, “(Y/n)...it’s starting.” Gusion informed the woman. (Y/n) sluggishly raises herself from her position. She was currently dressed in a formal black dress and her eyes were red from crying. “I see, let’s be on our way then.” (Y/n) mustered up the courage to attend the funeral. The funeral of her beloved.
The high priest has personally came to deliver a speech at the funeral held at Castle Aberleen. Everyone was crestfallen to hear the news of Aamon Paxley who had fallen in battle against the Abyss. (Y/n) was the most devastated at the news of her fiancé’s death, they were gonna have a life together but now it was all but a dream to (Y/n). As the high priest started his speech (Y/n) could hardly focus onto the words as she dazedly stare at the casket in front of her.
The funeral had finally came to an end, the guests had left long ago. All that was left was just (Y/n) who laid right next to the casket which Aamon was laid to rest in. “My dear, do you know I miss you everyday? But today it feels like everything I do is just here to remind me, I am living without you.” (Y/n) whispers, her voice cracking a little with tears rolling down her cheeks.
“I miss you. I love you.”
My mlbb debut fic and my coming back from hiatus break <3 I feel like the quality of my writing has deteriorated so please bear with me as i try to improve myself again also the fic is kinda short i swear i will write a longer one -love cherry
#❝ cherry’sෆworks ༉‧₊#mlbb#mlbb x reader#mobile legends#mobile legends x reader#mobile legends bang bang#mobile legends bang bang x reader#aamon paxley#aamon#aamon x reader#aamon paxley x reader#gusion#gusion paxley
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tending to them after a mission; aamon & hayabusa
n. wrote this out of sheer boredom, it was not an idea to dismiss.
c. formality, bandages/bandaging, sickness, use of ‘love’ multiple times
hayabusa
nightfall had quickly made its first appearance as you forge ahead towards hayabusa’s estate. you ensure you’ve brought your basket of supplies in your grasp by looking down at your hands, you could not afford forgetting any medical tool or ointment.
during his departure, hayabusa left in a haste. he spared no details about his mission. you didn’t press on the subject knowing it was disrespectful to distract any ninja on a journey, nonetheless a man of house. you decided it would be best to ignore the aching questions you had and wait for his arrival back at the scarlet shadow.
the sight of tall hedges enter your line of sight, informing you that you were reaching closer. your nerves already jittering throughout your body, it was like meeting him for the first time again.
you had yet to inform hayabusa about your visit, you hoped he’d at least be a little delighted to see you. hayabusa wasn’t a reckless fighter and he did not let his emotions deceive him while in combat, but he could get out of line sometimes.
it was rare to ever be tending to his injuries. usually he’d come home unharmed and well but apparently he’d gone all out during this mission. he could be bloodied and beaten up now, or worse.
you drown those thoughts in thrill as you reach the entrance of the estate, being cautious as you step in. you know exactly where his room is, down the hall pass a few more rooms, marked with a protective tailsman.
but instead of going straight to his room, you head toward the main room and pay respects to the shrine. it was a form of respect that honored the heart of the home. you knew hayabusa would do the same for you and your family.
after paying your respects, you finally make your way towards his room, bowing to a few servants that pass by. your heart keeps panging in your chest, his room is right there!
before even attempting to knock, you brush out your hair, straighten your yukata on the skirt and sleeves. you apply a little more gloss to your lips and fix your posture.
“haya? it’s me, are you-“
“_____? come in.” you slide the door open, proceeding to take a few light steps into his room. your head hanging low, you slip your feet out of your sandals and carefully place them next to his.
you slowly start to raise your head, stealing a glance at his form. until his eyes finally meet yours. you shift under his gaze, instantly rushing to his side apace. examining his state further, one can tell he’s obviously uncomfortable.
“haya, are you alright? you wouldn’t mind tea would you?” his posture seems to soften as you suggest tea. he shakes his head, allowing you to grab the handle of the tea kettle sitting on the table in his room.
you grab a few tea packets, dropping them in the liquid of the tea kettle. you hoped hayabusa didn’t mind the company, or would he rather be alone now? tea, and that was it? you're too preoccupied perfecting the tea, you don’t notice as he heavily tenses behind you.
he clears his throat and you whip your gaze to him. did you do something wrong? you purse your lips, nerves on edge.
“my shoulder.. it’s my shoulder.” he plainly admits, avoiding any contact between your eyes. you keep quiet, instead, sliding over to his side. he shifts mostly on his right side, indicating exactly where his injury was. your hands drag along his elbow, up to his shoulder to the hem of his yukata, eventually pulling it down with caution.
he lets out a quiet groan, as your hands smoothly pull down the right side of his yukata. you decided you would ignore his cries of discomfort and instead focus on bandaging him up properly.
the bandages, of course, looked horrid. it was wrapped poorly, starting from his left pec down to his abdomen. it hadn’t been rewrapped for days.
you began the unwrapping process. already, the bruises started to form of a blueish-purple hue. you're sure to be careful during the process, his body was tight enough. if he’s moving around too much, it is certain to become worse.
“did that man deserve your time?”
“he threatened you.”
it was something new to hear, a small medical ninja like you? being the talk of the lands? oh no.
“kept spitting insults at you. i would never allow someone like him to make such comments about my wife.” you sigh, hayabusa was on a roll tonight. you’d like to shut him up with a smart remark, but his injuries needed care for.
“said the times of medical ninjas were over, do you not feel enraged as you hear those words?” you scoop a bit of ointment onto your fingers from the metal tiny tin, applying loads of ointment on his chest where dark hues were becoming more visible.
“infact, no.” you reply, still engrossed more into his injuries. you continue applying ointment to his splendid build and he doesn’t seem to mind at all.
“are you sure he insulted me? or you?”
“he got through your head, love. i thought you said no emotions on the battlefield.” you tighten the lid around the metal tin, placing it aside and moving to the next procedure. he frowns in his stance, shaking his head in disapproval.
“i suppose you are right love.. just the thought of seeing that atrocious man once more irks me.” you unravel the newly roll of bandages and position yourself sitting in front of him.
smiling, “falling in love.. is something foolish. we do terrible things for the people we love.”
aamon
you had informed all nurses to head back to their stations, this day specifically. the maids gossiped, and gossiped. so you could only assume word spread around here quick. aamon the duke of house paxley was being bedridden because of his latest mission. arriving back from yours aswell, your natural drive led you to head straight towards his quarters.
“oh aamon! are you in here by any chance?” he hears your voice chime through the wide walls and tall ceiling. he couldn’t be more overjoyed to see you. you had gone on a mission for what felt like ages. he was cooped up in his room without any company, even gusion refused to keep him company for a while!
“oh, my pretty girl.”
“you don’t look too handsome yourself.” at this point, his eye bags were heavier than you had ever seen them. he, overall, looked exhausted. you were extremely worried about him, it was a great thing you’d ever even think about cutting your mission short.
“how are you feeling?”
“fine, im taking it easy on my body.” you sit on the side of his bed, thinking of ways to get him feeling just a little better.
you abruptly stood up, marching toward the bathroom then out the double doors to his room. aamon was quite unsure of your actions, simply watching with curious eyes.
you come back shortly with a rag in hand and a bowl of soup. he looks unimpressed, but still complies as you order him to sit up
“valentina mentioned something about being prone to sickness in the paxley family.”
“what?”
“eat.” you bring a spoonful of chicken soup to his lips. he refuses the spoon and pushes it away from his lips.
“im okay _____, really. why don’t you get some rest?” aamon dodges your request by all means. he would like to not have worried you. he was informed you indeed made it back safely. but him being bedridden and all was no way of a ruler of his country. nor was it anything to bother you with. aamon knew you were tired yourself. he was not worth discarding sleep.
“what nonsense are you on about?” you were determined to nurse him back to health, whether he made a fuss about it or not.
“did you miss me?”
“perhaps.” forcing the spoon in his mouth, he hesitantly accepts it. you smile at his cooperation. your hands go for the wet rag and set it gently atop his forehead.
“now, please rest. our stories will have to wait for later, love.” aamon’s body relaxes at your words.
“im fine love. can you just accompany me for today?” he whines, tugging on the hem of your shirt.
“your hands are cold.” you mutter with a smile on your face. slipping under the covers with his hands wrapped around your waist.
it sealed your fate whenever you climbed into bed with him, who knew how long you were going to be here. you wished you could have prepared better if you knew of this.
“you won’t keep me for too long will you?” aamon nuzzled into your chest, ignoring all your remarks. he was comforted by your words. even if you were teasing.
“you were gone far too long. i sat in this empty room for days.”
“im sorry, i was lonely myself,”
“you were my only concern.”
© 3xen
#𓂃ᰔ xen writes#mobile legends bang bang#mobile legends#mlbb#mobile legends bang bang x reader#mobile legends x reader#mlbb x reader#aamon#hayabusa#aamon x reader#hayabusa x reader
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scraggly boys
#goober draws#spooky month#spooky month oc#spooky month moloch#moloch#aamon#bile#art#my art#digital art#digital artwork#digital drawing#digital artist
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Aamon design for SoaD
#not hazbin#not helluva#digital art#project#oc art#original project#artists on tumblr#Son of a Devil#Aamon#demon#demon oc#demon design
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Aamon × Fredrinn from mobile legends, sketch.
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Happy Halloween
It's Aamon's favorite day.
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Elita: My dad easily pulled the doors open and found a small cleaning room which had been slightly modified. This my dad mused was Judith’s lair, and there was no sign of her…
Bob: Shit…
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Aamon: What doesh( does) thish(this) mean?
Bob: It means we’re too late… A vampire would not risk being away from their lair during the daylight hours, outside there’s signs of a struggle. Somebody, or something came and took her.
Aamon: How do you know that Judith didn’t win thish shtruggle (this struggle)?
Bob: Because, believe it or not, of all my children, Judith was the softest. She’s a diva… violence isn’t her forte.
Aamon: I’m pretty Shure(sure) all her victimsh(victims) dishagree(disagree) with you.
Bob: I don’t mean that monster she’s become, I mean before her head cracked… the girl I raised and loved was incapable of hurting anybody. This thing she is, is a bully, and was effective only because of her savagery and supernatural strength. Whatever she is now, she isn’t MY… OUR, Judith. I believe Cat’s right… and our Judith is still in there, and she’s trying to stop the monster the only way she can… by trying to get it killed.
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Aamon: Then, that leavesh ush (leaves us) in a rather unenviable posishshun (position).
Bob: I know, first we have to tell Lyra we were unsuccessful and that Judith is gone.
Aamon: How truthful shall we be?
Bob: Truthful enough… I might be wrong, Judith might just have moved on to a different lair… but…
Aamon: Your exshperienshe(experience), saysh otherwishe( says otherwise).
Bob: Let’s get out of here. We’ll have to rethink our plan.
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Love them i
Wapaaaewpiareaasoaas I just cant wsapspxoapxoapxpapdd
#art#artwork#artists on tumblr#aamon#mlbb#mlbb gusion#mlbb aamon#mlbbfanart#gusion#Again its AU with Paxley omg they r so fine
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Aamon (she/her)
Zariel tiefling Oath breaker Paladin
She's my favorite in all my playthroughs so far and my second Dark Urge. I'm having so much fun creating a backstory for her that I might write about it and will try to art about it.
She's romancing Gale and was very close with Gortash. She's in Act 3 trying to decide who to ally with, her birthright, and what to do about that pesky brain business.
I've done a full durge playthrough so I know what I could do but she's still deciding. I really like her and dare I say she may be my favorite custom game avatar ever.
Cheeky pic for the road-
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"Pecados Capitales/Capitals Sins"
"Ira/Anger"
"Aamon"
-Hermano de Lucifer y los demás Pecados Capitales... Mellizo de Belcebú, sólo con 989,117 años... Un hombre de carácter fuerte y a veces algo ignorante, pero es un caballero... Un caballero que adora el buen orden y la limpieza, adora a cada uno de sus Hermanos... Admira con devoción a su Hermano Mayor.../Brother of Lucifer and the other Deadly Sins... Twin of Belcebú, only 989,117 years old... A man of strong character and sometimes somewhat ignorant, yet he is a gentleman... A gentleman who adores good order and cleanliness, he adores each of his Brothers... He admires his Elder Brother with devotion...
Los museos guardan reliquias de la antigüedad, del pasado... Él lo sabe, pero si tuviera que mantener su nombre en un museo, Farid Núñez... Preferiría quemar el museo y cada majestuosa reliquia.../Museums keep relics of antiquity, of the past... He knows it, but if he had to keep his name in a museum, Farid Núñez... He would prefer to burn the museum and each majestic relic...
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G: Jaja... Estoy sufriendo... :) /Haha... I'm suffering... :)
#groriatrevi10#mio#Infierno 2#Mundo Oscuro#Pecados Capitales#Pecado#Pecados#Ira#Pecado de la Ira#Aamon#Mellizo de Belcebú#Hermano de los demas pecados capitales#Mellizo de Calipso#Farid#Farid Núñez#Re-Dibujado#Lol
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having a brainot of Ling/any assassin being yandere 😋‼️ like they will force us to be their little healer, and will got mad if we heal anyone (yes the classic mlbb couple heroes)
HOHOHO❗❗❗THAT'S SOME QUALITY SHIT
❇ Ling gives you the cold shoulder, literally mf has no regrets. Mostly trys to keep it to himself but the fact that he's obsessive as fuck his jealousy and madness is as clear as daylight. Hmp's and tch's. Ignores you(trys to) whenever you try to talk to him or even come to him. Death glares at the person you ultimated, will threaten them when he finds them alone. Ling gets you into troubles occasionally then saves you in the most critical minute. He really be watching you suffer with a smirk.. He wants to show you that he's the one who's most worthy of your ultimate and attention. Plays the cold and charming prince. He doesn't give two fucks about whoever says something bad about him but will go apeshit if someone curses you out.
❇ I think you exactly know why I needed to include Gusion. He's obsessive, narcissistic, possessive and who's ego is too much for his ass to handle. He WON'T tolerate any excuses. You had to ult the exp laner cuz their HP was so little? It's their problem in the first place to get their own HP that low. Let them die. Adc fight and your adc required your ult? Unnecessary, absolutely unnecessary, a waste of your precious ultimate that he can make a good use of it. Let them die. Oh come on (Name)...he's not bad.., he's winning ?matches see? He's carrying you! You will win...only if you continue to stay by his side.
❇ Dyrroth and Aamon can also be added. Dyrroth would just straight up confront you after, after literally ultimating someone else one time. No that just won't do! You have to save your ult to him and only him! On the other hand Aamon is like Ling, the only difference is he'll tie you to himself, literally.
#[ x.brainrot ] !#mlbb#mlbb x reader#mobile legends#mobile legends bang bang#mobile legends bang bang x reader#mobile legends x reader#gn reader#ling#ling x reader#gusion#gusion x reader#mlbb gusion#mlbb ling#dyrroth#dyrroth x reader#yandere#aamon#aamon x reader#mlbb aamon#mlbb dyrroth
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Hortus Infernal: Tarta (Mascot Mode)
"Soooo, our survey came back: Creatures that horrifically peel their jaws apart to reproduce a new face aren't really a hit with Toddlers..."
The rejected Mascots in the lower levels in the Hortus Infernal AU get to be eeeeextra FUN, as the AU goes into the reasons why they got rejected over the OG 6 depicted on the first floor.
Hortus Infernal Tarta also gets a much, much, MUCH bigger character role in the AU’s version of chapter 3, being the one the protagonist has to try and find the location of, via subjecting themselves through Flynn’s illusions to see his memories, as Banban is well aware that Flynn won’t give up the location of the children... But Tarta will play ball, so long as the protagonist is clever enough to best him...
Also, instead of being the same species as Opila, Hortus Infernal Tarta is a summoned Aamon demon~
#garten of banban#tarta bird#garten of banban redesign#Tarta#Aamon#Hortus Infernal#Spyroid's art stuffs
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hihiii can I req a aamon x reader where's it's like arranged marriage au typa vibe?? both from different kingdoms n are very different but manage to yk bond n stuff 😖😖
asunder; aamon since the marriage ceremony, he's been unseen in his own home. you only feel its right—if you're the person to confront him.
n. i was hitting that poetry shit in this one omg. and please, good lord, i just wanna believe aamon is canonically british. please. i tried to capture ur req as best as i could!
c. arranged marriage au, unrequited love, ooc(?)
aamon deliberately meddled himself into his work and duties more often than he would have. he found consolation within his office—so he never left it. each day would be scheduled with meetings, inspections, and business matters. he immediately became weary of it. but he didn’t halt with his bearish intentions.
it was the fourth week that you resided in his home. each week passed without his presence. it became most apparent that aamon was dodging your entire existence.
a feeling of transgression and inhospitality poked at the back of his brain—a pot of poison stirring in his fleshy stomach. he was glued to his chair, stuck in a boundless hex.
and you still hadn’t had a clue on what his intentions were. nonetheless, you tried to not make much out of it—marriage life was hectic and you decided his feelings couldn’t be misheard.
it was an overwhelming decision, even more, a forced decision by your kingdom. you never intended to settle for marriage so soon, given, prior to your engagement; you remained committed as a solitary princess.
it was an unexplored aspect for the both of you.
“aamon-“ you entered the unoccupied space, a cold breeze running through your feet. aamon’s usual lively office was completely empty.
it took a few moments of reflection before you entered his office. hadn’t your curiosity got the best of you, you surely would have left as quick as you came. you flicked the lights on, bringing the interior of his room to light.
it was plain—modernized to a suitable extent. wooden bookshelves outlined the outer walls of his office, besides them were file cabinets. he had one large desk in the center, file folders and miscellaneous papers sloppily scattered around the surface of the desk.
a large window faced from behind his desk, gaining a considerable source of light—allowing either the sun or moon to glimmer off the reflection of his desk.
you anxiously approach the desk—your fingers running along the cluttered articles. as your eyes watched the tips of your fingers graze the tough surface, you caught a glimpse of an opened paged journal noted with ‘entry iii’.
you moved any unwanted objects out of the way, your own consciousness growing more intrigued as moments passed by. you took the article in your hand, eyes darting to meet each word to match your mouth.
entry iii
her countenance deceives me, whereas her actions lighten me. if i were to write a report to her peers, i would think she was a bewitching maiden. her mere presence creates an altercation between herself and i. my perception of that woman is scarcely comparable to one of a few things. it has me bound at my will. i want to ultimately refuse her propositions of companionship. thenceforth, i will avoid that woman of great mystery.
a visible frown was placed upon your lips. you had been good. throughout your time here, you have been nothing but good. what could aamon hold so much against you? what was his ulterior motive?
a fit of rage threatened to surge from you—it can’t be. you shifted your eyes downward from the page and instead of falling to your feet—your pupils focused on a small fonted phrase.
princess, i’m afraid i can no longer fool myself.
your breath hitched as the journal fell from your hands. “i see you’ve explored my study.” aamon cocked his head to the side—almost in disbelief. he entered the room with a heavy presence and it went completely unnoticed by you.
“aamon.” your entire body felt numb as you stood like a deer in headlights, unable to move forward from your spot.
aamon chuckled in amusement—he seemed the least offended with the intrusion. it didn’t take long until your body finally found its motion and you discreetly walked away from his desk.
the prospect of it all felt impudent—to his letter of criticism, and lastly; his judgment of you. you received his disregard as something that would soon pass. or maybe, it was a plain misconception to you.
“have you read my letter?” he inquired.
“yes.”
he nodded in acknowledgement as he moved to sit comfortably into the chair behind his desk. “it’s exactly what it says,”
your eyebrows dug into your forehead. he spoke calmly, with a steady expression. “excuse me?”
“the letter.” i blink in disbelief.
“you intrigue me, princess.” the glint in his eyes meant more than what he said. his commendation of sanction captured you in his essence.
once he played your game—maybe you would play his.
© 3xen
#𓂃ᰔ xen writes#mobile legends bang bang#mobile legends#mlbb#mobile legends bang bang x reader#mobile legends x reader#mlbb x reader#aamon#aamon x reader
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Naamon au that I will not elaborate on yet
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