#duke aamon paxley

[roxxiies]

Yandere assasins watching you get valentine skin with another yan!assasins. LIKE IMAGINE, ling watch you flexing your new valentine/matching skin with aamon and aamon give him playful smirk AOSNAKAKKAK, I'M CRAVING FOR THIS

𝐀𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐗 𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆

GN!READER, DRABBLE

a.n.: welp, this was supposed to be for various but oh well ;;

Red. That’s all he sees—not the red of hearts on your Valentine’s skin, but the red of jealousy.

Recently, you had received a brand-new outfit, and you couldn’t wait to show it to him. You were all giggles and jumps as you came to him, your body adorned with hues of red and hearts. Ling was slightly surprised when you came into view—he’d never seen you in such beautiful attire. A strange flutter stirred in his stomach.

His task of polishing blades with Melissa was quickly forgotten as he turned his full attention to you.

Melissa noticed his reaction and snickered quietly in the background. But then, that feeling within Ling shattered the moment he saw Aamon trailing behind you. That damned Duke—with matching laces and a matching outfit to yours.

His eyes narrowed briefly before you reached him. A wide grin lit your face as you exclaimed, “Look, look! I finally got my Valentine’s skin!”

Ling nodded as usual, but this time, there was a quick glint of something sharp in his gaze before it returned to normal.

Ignoring Ling’s reaction, Melissa squealed with excitement and pulled you aside where the two of you laughed and giggled with each other.

Meanwhile, the two men were left standing in awkward silence. Their expressions couldn’t have been more different: Aamon wore a smug grin, while Ling’s eyes remained cold.

Aamon, ever noble, gave a polite nod. “Greetings—”

“It doesn’t suit you.”

The Duke paused for a second at Ling’s bluntness but soon smirked mockingly as if the skin was enough to provoke him. “Better than your charm, clearly. Perhaps that’s why fate paired me with the lady.”

Ling’s hand was on his blade in an instant, scoffing as he pointed it toward Aamon. “I’d say you watch your tone, Duke Paxley.”

Unbothered by the threat, Aamon’s smirk only deepened. “Why? Afraid it’ll cut deeper than your wit?”

Ling’s grip tightened as he glared at the Duke, his patience waning. He eventually sheathed his blade back with a huff. “Careful. She really hates arrogant men—”

“Even if fate decides we should be together?”

Really, Ling thinks as his temper snapped.

In a blur of motion, he swung his blade toward Aamon, who dodged it with ease, countering by knocking Ling off balance. The sudden move sent Ling staggering, but it only angered him more. He lunged at Aamon, tackling him to the ground and ruining his oh so pristine Valentine’s outfit.

Ling grinned wildly as he laughed. “Look what you’ve done to yourself.”

The commotion drew your attention, and you turned just in time to see the two men scuffling. Gasping, you rushed over with Melissa close behind.

“Aamon’s outfit!” you cried, noticing the mess. Your frustration turned to Ling. “What’s gotten into you?!”

Ling opened his mouth to protest, but you were already pulling Aamon up by the wrist. “We just got this and now it’s already ruined!” You shot Ling another glare. “You’re insufferable!”

As you led Aamon away to fix his outfit, he briefly glanced over his shoulder to shoot Ling a triumphant smirk.

Ling clenched his fists, his teeth grinding as his face darkened with anger and jealousy.

Next time, he thought. Next time, he'll tear it to shreds.

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[hoshizora-the-yume]

I am really happy and grateful to be the first one to request here ehehe

I would love to see the short romance story of the duke paxley aamon x my oc😋... which will be about my oc being stalker who follow whereever he go.. but He knew about it and wanted to tease her ✌

𝐀𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐎𝐂

A/N: This is rather lighthearted in tone since I thought it would fit your request, Anon. Honestly, this is my first time doing requests so I hope this didn’t turn out too bad

SFW, Oneshot

Nonchalant as they come, Delrae was a girl who appeared as though she had not a care in the world. With an inscrutable face and a vacant gaze, she barely, if ever showed interest towards anything… All except for one thing, or in this case, person.

Aamon Paxley, the strikingly ice cold Duke of Shards. Like a rose surrounded in thorns, his beautiful visage belied a sharp tongue and sometimes, callous disposition.

This man had a certain mystique to him that even Delrae couldn’t resist. At first, it was mere curiosity, a slight urge if you will. But as time went on, it grew stronger and stronger until it evolved into an obsession.

Despite that, Delrae was too bashful to actually face him herself. Perhaps, it was a fear of rejection but she would always stand back in the shadows as she admired Aamon from afar. 

“T-There he is…” While hiding behind a tree, Delrae let out a small squeal at the sight of a certain duke. A certain duke was out and about on his daily morning walk, just minding his own business as he got his daily sunlight in the forest. 

Delrae was trying her best not to get caught, though the burning desire to just jump out and introduce herself was hard to suppress. If just for a second, she could reach out and touch him…

“Is someone there?” Aamon turned around to take a look.

In a panic, Delrae dived into a nearby bush, falling on her stomach. Before she could let out a yelp, she bit her lip to keep her voice from escaping. 

“Huh… Must have been a woodland critter.” 

Had Delrae not hid herself just in time, she would have been spotted for sure. If Aamon saw her, how would he even react? Just thinking about that made her heart rate shoot up.

Amidst a myriad of anxious thoughts, Delrae failed to realize that Aamon was already gone. By the time she did, she became frantic. “Where is he now?”

Although it took quite a while, Delrae eventually did find Aamon. As usual, he was attending to his duties as a Duke. 

From a distance, Delrae observed Aamon as he talked to an elderly woman. It appears that the Duke showed up to dismantle a conflict between neighbors. 

Despite being an outsider to the nobility class, Delrae knew enough about their responsibilities. However, most nobles didn’t own up to these duties. Thus, she found it unusual that Aamon would go out of his way to show up at a commoner’s house. 

Seeing a side to the man that she had never seen before, Delrae felt herself become more and more enamored with him. Her heart raced quickly, as heat rose to her cheeks. 

Delrae was, however, saddled with slight guilt. Whenever she thought of Aamon as merely a cold-hearted man, she didn’t feel as bad about what she was doing. But after she saw a more earnest, soft side to him, it allowed her to see him in a different light. 

That’s why… When Aamon left the place, Delrae just let him go this time. Instead, she walked away and towards the town square where she sat on the ledge of a fountain. 

Although Delrae ultimately decided to steer clear of Aamon, a part of her wanted to see him again. Regardless, she was afraid to face him as she was, leaving her to sigh and ponder. 

Delrae was about to leave until she heard a voice. When she turned to see who it was, she was filled with surprise—though her expression didn’t show it.

“What are you doing here all alone, young lady?” Before her, Aamon seemed to be speaking directly to her. “This fountain is a bit decrepit, so I advise you not to sit there.”

The Duke emanated an aura of authority. As if on cue, Delrae removed herself from the ledge of the fountain. “Sorry.”

“You didn’t answer my question yet.”

“Oh yeah. I’m just, well, thinking.”

“I suppose I can accept that explanation.”

If Delrae wasn’t frozen in place from nervousness, she would just get up and run away right now. It was almost as if Aamon’s gaze was the one keeping her frozen.

“Your name is Delrae, am I right? Young lady.” At the mention of her name, Delrae’s poker face broke. 

“How did you know that…?”

“Asking me questions like that when you’ve been stalking me these past days… What audacity.”

Now, Delrae was really sure that she’s cornered. Aamon knew all along, he was just feigning ignorance. 

“I-I…” She scrambled for any sort of explanation, but to no avail. Giving up, she just said this. “You knew?”

“I’m no buffoon, of course I would.” Aamon shook his head. “However… I let it be, because you were intriguing to me.”

“Intriguing? What do you mean by that?”

Hmmm… I can’t put my finger on it, but something about you is rather cute.”

“C-Cute?”

“Delrae, I want to know more about you.”

[wwithoutarmor]

Aamon Paxley, His Grace the Duke of Aberleen. 🌙

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I’m more of a traditional artist/painter, and digital painting has always felt daunting to me, but this week I learned how just so I could paint my beloved. 🥹

I’ve recently been getting into historical/regency TV dramas and my continued exposure to those lovely dress shirts nobles wear underneath their finery has me wanting to see Aamon in one, too.

I made this for a chapter of my fanfic originally, but I got too happy with the outcome so here I am, sharing it to the world. XD

[a-v-j]

I totally forgot i have lineless drawing style.

Now i can draw MLBB beautifully

Atleast

In my eyes UvU ✨

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YO-! yooooooo

Yo bro 🥺🥺🥺

Im?! Squealing?!!?

🥺🥺❤️

Gay flower boi!!!

I wanted to try them out

Genderbent!Floryn by @a-v-j

[aftmostreaper]

Come Back

“You promise that you'll be back in my arms?” “With all of my heart”

I still remember your embrace, not knowing that it would be the last time I would feel your warmth. We both knew the risk of you going out to fight for your empire, but you still went through it.

But the feeling of heartbreak... The gut-wrenching feeling of your princess, knocking on the castle door in the dead of night, her head held down as we both stared at your broken helmet in her hands, this has to be a joke, I remember pleading to whatever deity I used to believe, but alas, her shaky voice confirmed.

-Aamon's POV-

I could still feel the anxiousness as the months and war went on. Your letters slowly become less and less, their tone slowly losing hope. 

 “Duke Paxley, Commander  L/n has passed, his body was nowhere to be found”

Still fresh in my mind.

I still recall, without a single thought screaming out how wrong she was, how both of you promised that you'll be back, and how stupid and incompetent she was to the point that she couldn’t even find your body. Everything hurt that night.

Everything still does, I miss you. There is not a single day that I do not think about you, there is not a night that I do not wish that you were with me, that you were in my arms and I was in yours.

We both knew the risks… But why did you have to lie?

‘’

The white-haired duke started at the painting in front of him, his blue eyes stained red and puffy against the pale moonlight, tracing the features of the man in the painting, a damaged helmet on his lap as bottles upon bottles of liquor scattered upon the tiled floor, His sobs filling out the otherwise silent mausoleum, 

“Come back to me…Please”

—---------------------------------------------------

The moonlight was soft on my corrupted flesh, it felt like the fleeting touches of something I longed for. It brought comfort and safety into my restless mind; beckoning my tired body to lay down and let rest consume me. But alas, I couldn't.

The forest was peaceful. But it was close to an entrance to the abyss, and I couldn't risk getting caught by Alice again, so, I ran towards the light in the distance, the soft blue glow from afar giving me hope for an escape. 

[a-v-j]

More flesh people. Taking a break from skeletons

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[a-v-j]

From this image

Ive been meaning to make a redraw of that meme with Illusion and Delusion but Aamon and Gusion fit better XD and it sparked my will to draw so it only means it is destined for the paxley brothers

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[a-v-j]

Ugh, nope, im sticking with cartoon-ey styles, its easier and comical that way

And, aamon's brother, gusion, joined the party. And then he dies

Blerghh, it's still kinda hard to draw/concentrating on drawing recently but im getting there! HOPEFULLY! i think?????

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[a-v-j]

Idk if it was ever official but it seems that Aamon have brown hair when he was younger, most likely changed to silver during his coming of age ceremony/proclamation as duke/head of house paxley or whatever since they are a family of magic users

Oh yeah for those who might KNOW the actual lore, i know Aamon was not the dude who was supposed to marry Guinevere from House Baroque(as seen in the Go Rose Go comics) but i do like the concept of it being Aamon and the so-called love triangle between him, his brother, Gusion(who eventually had mutual feelings with guin) and Guinevere lol

But what i made is just a fun take

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Oh yeah, bonus Aamon drawings('cause i was practicing drawing hair and basically gave up in the last one)

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[a-v-j]

Ahhhhhhh! Im trying to get out of some artblocccck and a dream about Aamon/Floryn sparked that up and eventually lead me to make a BL version of the ship and so Genderswap version of Floryn existed, his name is Florence u_u (his first draft concept sucks tho)

Oh yeah, these characters are from a mobile game called mobile legends for those who dont know. Floryn and Aamon are kinda my mains lol

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[aftmostreaper]

Baker

Nothing is better than freshly baked bread made with love

(Thought process: Butler- I wanted some bread-Bread- Baker)

Bread

Aamon walked through the town square, nodding and smiling in acknowledgment at the many greetings he received as he walked by.

Passing the main square, a sigh left his lips when he saw the street with lines of vendors and shops strewn about.

Almost there

He thought to himself whilst quickening his pace, soon arriving at the small bakery situated amongst others. Hastily opening up the door, he didn't hesitate before walking in

Being greeted by the sweet scent of freshly baked goods and the familiar smile of the tall and muscular baker that resided inside, his pearly whites gleamed like the sun that shone outside.

“Ah, Duke Paxley. I didn’t expect you to be here this early! Your order will be out of the oven in a few” he happily hollered out. “It’s fine L/n, I can wait” the duke replied with a smile of his own before sitting down at one of the stools.

Looking around, the duke took notice of the absence of the baker’s little brother that usually helped out around the bakery;” Where did your brother go?” perking up from behind the counter, the baker happily replied; “Either training with the soldiers or goofing oof with Gusion”

“Again?” he asked with a sigh. Chuckling at his reaction he responded “Both of them have always been so close since they met… Plus if it weren’t for them, we wouldn’t have met”

Smiling fondly at the memory, Aamon commented; “Yeah…”  

Then a comfortable silence filled the room, both reminiscing the past. Then the sound of the door creaking open caught the two male’s attention.

And in walked Lesley Vance, with a bouquet of roses settled in her arms, her strides confident as she walked towards the counter. Placing her bouquet on a nearby table.

With a knowing smirk on his face, the baker spoke to the sniper lady “For Miss Violet?” nodding the redhead replied “Yes.. and a box of cinnamon rolls please.. Along with a small round of chocolate cake” grinning, the baker spoke up “Coming right up”

Turning to the sitting duke behind her, the Vance nodded “Duke Paxley”, with a nod of his own, he acknowledged her “Lesley Vance”

Both had always been on neutral terms, never really talking but both respectful towards the other. 

“Order up!” the baker hollered out with two boxes in front of him. Pulling out the payment, she placed it on the counter and then grabbed her belongings, thanking the baker before Leaving the shop with the scent of roses following behind.

A few minutes consisting of the soft hums of the baker and a comfortable silence followed. And soon, the ding of a timer cut through the air.

“Ah! I just have to pack this up for you Duke Paxley” Y/N cheered as he pulled out a cardboard box from under the counter.

Standing up and dusting himself off, the duke strode towards the baker, a smile on his face whilst Grabbing the box filled with his favorite treats.

Taking a deep breath in, he stared up that the glistening eyes of the baker, his heart thumping against his chest as he stammered, “Dinner... With me?” 

With his hearty laugh, he grinned “Definitely”

[aftmostreaper]

Personal Butler

He is mine, and I am his

/helo, i have returnedddd, this is just a little something i though of.. its still a bit incomplete doe/

Personal Butler

It wasn’t rare for nobles to have servants and helpers inside their mansions and estates, and the house Paxley was not an exemption. Being the leading family in the castle Aberleen, it wasn’t a shock for the family members to each have a personal butler or maid.

And The current leader of the family, Duke Paxley was no exemption, having a personal butler that had served him from since he was a child, whose family had served his for as long as the lineage was started.

The L/n family, a family known for their unwavering loyalty to the Paxlies throughout generations and generations, a family that could already be considered as a noble one due to their status within the House Paxley. 

They are skilled and dangerous, being trained in not only how to serve the family but also in combat protect the family from any danger that might threaten them.

—-------------------------------------------------

The cries of two infants shattered the silent dawn of Castle Aberleen, House Paxley finally had their own heir, Aamon Paxley. 

And down a few doors down the hall, the next descendant of the L/n family was born, Y/n L/n.