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kikiwooo · 1 year
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short yandere gusion x gn reader?? like him being afraid of you leaving him
i luv ur writing btw im so happy to find another mlbb writer on this app, they're so scarce 😭
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| • Yandere Gusion
notes: gn reader
© @/kikiwooo
don't heart the post, I want fucking reblogs idc that I'm being rude, it's what I deserve.
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Gusion, the Paxley House's curse. Gusion is used to live between death and life's thin line. He dances with death everyday. Gusion never wore his heart on his sleeve, sure he may be playful and warm-blooded, but don't let his playfulness got you. He's as cold as a corpse.
Gusion is an addictive yandere. He needs your touch, your voice, your warmth... He won't lock you up, he'd let you do your own thing, he can keep a track on you, he's a skilled man. However, he's afraid. Afraid that you'd leave him, leave him for Aamon. Between Gusion and Aamon is a cold-war.
" Gusion, this isn't normal. Listen t- "
" Aamon, you're just jealous that you aren't their eternal lover. Leave it. "
Gusion can be sweet, he can be very sweet. If you decided to show your love. His hormones gets the best of him so he's quick to get cuddly with you and get in the hopeless teenager romance shit. He'll kiss all over your face, pull you onto his lap and never let go of you.
But...if his fears come true, then..he'd had no choice but to chain you to himself. You'll be the safest with him! So why are you still struggling? Gusion doesn't like to raise his voice at you, no he never raises his voice at you. Gusion wouldn't hurt you, he loves you to death!
" Love...stop struggling..please. I'm doing this for both of us, don't you love me? You..you love me right? Yes, yes yo do love me and I love you. I'll protect you, I'll give you anything you want, I'll do anything for you. Even Aamon wouldn't be able to stand in our way, I'll make sure he won't steal you away. After all, we belong to..eachother. "
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chevrryz · 10 months
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𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮
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aamon paxley x fem!reader
“ do you know that i miss you everyday   ”  
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“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.”
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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
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goszixx · 6 months
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Unexpected
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Notes: totally didn’t make this two weeks ago-
Warning: reader is a meanie :(, slight crying, overstimulated, no protection, semi public (a common theme in my smut’s apparently)
What a loser. The way his cock sloppily slammed into you, the wet sounds echoing throughout the classroom that he was suppose to be tutoring you in. Not that you need it. You simply asked him as a dare, knowing how it should plan out. A dare to have sex with the cockiest and most uptight kid in the grade. Sometimes you wonder how such a priss is vice president of the student council. With how big the stick is up his ass you wondered how he could focous in anything else.
His pace grew, his thrusts not stopping, jamming into your tight hole as his fingers clenched your legs. They pulled at the fat of your thigh, your eyes narrowing on the vice’s tilted back head and exposed neck. It would have been better if you got to fuck his brother, the president, instead. Aamon was hotter, smarter and all around better person. It drove Gusion mad whenever someone could compare the two. The thought of moaning his brother’s name instead, just to fuck with him, has crossed your mind.
“God I’m fucking yo-u dumb.” Gusion huffed as sweat clung to his bangs. His shirt was off, exposing his slightly tanned skin and lean figure.
“Like hell you are.” You mumbled under your breath after giving a fake nod. Sure the action of sex turned you on but seeing Gusion try to act dominate didn’t. Though what else could you expect from the lesser brother. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m going to cum!”
Semen surged into Gusion’s condom, his head spinning as wet pants left his abused lips. His head fell, brunette locks going everywhere. You rose a brow when he stopped thrusting, noticing how his body seemed tense afterwards. Usually having sex with you has the opposite reaction. However, when you saw a single tear drip down his chin you couldn’t help the scoff that came from you.
Gusion froze, biting his lip. He quickly wiped the tear from his eye and tried not to stammer over his words. “I-I better get going.” He rushed before beginning to pull out. Curiousity got the better of you. You clenched around him, watching as the cutest and dirtiest moan came from his lips. His upper body fell on yours, your legs wrapping around his fitted waist while his face burried in your cupped breasts. You didn’t bother taking your bra off since he seemed to get off just fine.
With your legs, you pulled him closer. He whined in your boobs, hands gripping tightly on your hips. “Is little old Gusion sensitive. Don’t tell me you’re a sub, makes sense why you can’t fuck for shit.” You smirked. It was unexpected, but you could feel the vice president grow inside of you, twitching. You would be lying if you said it didn’t intrigue you.
He picked up his head, chin still resting on your chest, “I’m n-ot submissive you dumb slut.” He bit back with a hiss. Though it’s hard to take anything he says seriously with red dusting his cheeks, the blush blazing to his ears.
The slut comment was fair, he was fucking you in a classroom with you on top of a desk mostly naked. But, that doesn’t mean you’ll let it slide, “Calling me a slut when you can’t even make me cum? For the vice president you sure are stupid to think a person with straight A’s suddenly needs tutoring.”
Gusion choked back a moan as his cock ached in your hole. “I-I-”
“You what Gu Gu?” You teased, your hands cupping his face to bring him closer. His eyes were glossy as tears filled them. “I never d-i-d be-fore!” He argued, though it was more of a cry. His cheeks were hot in your hands, burning and ablaze from the humiliation that seeped through his body.
“I’d hope so, no girl should have to go through that.” You scoffed with amusement. His hips jerked slightly as his eyes rolled back, “fu-ck I can’t do more.” He whimpered, cried, and pleaded for you to have mercy on him. He was a virgin, it’s not shocking how sensitive he was, especially since now he’s more turned on then ever.
A little laugh left your lips, “You say that but your cock is aching inside me Gusion.” Pulling him closer to you, you whispered into his ear, “Do you feel dirty, vice? How about you take off that condom, I’m on the pill anyways. Do you want to know how to pleasure women?” Your tongue traced the shell of his ear, feeling him shudder underneath.
Another whine left his red lips as you nibbled on the skin, a hand going up to pull his hair roughly. “You-u dum-ngh!” His voice shattered in a moan the harder you bit on his ear. You sucked the resistance out of him, making him melt on you. You could feel the sweat of his chest on your stomach as his lips quivered around the flesh on your mounds. For a moment you said nothing, hearing him pant as his cock drifted out of your pussy.
He shuffled, moving his hand down to pull off the condom and toss it somewhere on the floor. A tingling sensation filled your chest from the vibration that came from Gusion. He was speaking but seemed to be too embarrassed. You sighed, “What was that Gu Gu, speak up.”
Painstakingly, the Vice picked up his head. His eyes glowed in lust while his cheeks where illuminated in embarrassment. “Teach me…” He mumbled. For someone so cocky he sure seemed to be a puppy. Funny how that attitude melted away as soon as he got a taste of you.
He swallowed thickly from your stare. He knew that wasn’t enough, he knew you wanted to humiliate him more. “Teach m-e how to f-fuck you.” The Vice stated in a too demanding tone. Your finger traced the lump of his Adam’s apple, watching it bob before he spoke again. “Please.”
Your lips tugged into a smirk as you patted his head, his bangs sticking to his forehead from sweat. “Don’t cum until I say so ok?” Gusion gave a weak nod before picking his body up. You sucked in his sloppy cock with ease as he stammered over his words. Its as if his body ached for you, his tongue seeming too big for his own mouth as he leaned over you and babbled nonsense. His body weight shifted to one of his hands while the other held your hips, pushing them down. His nails dug into you but it didn’t cause pain, he bit his lip as he tried his hardest not to hurt you. “Fu-ck you feel really good~” His pleasure was on a whole other level as you pooled around him.
All of it turned you on. The sight of him flustered and drooling. The smell of arousal radiating from a man who has been secretly pining over you for years. That’s why he picks on you, pokes fun at you, not that it ever worked. So when he got the chance to tutor you he couldn’t pass it up no matter how strange it seemed. The classroom echoed with his moans, only making more embarrassment leak out from his drooling cock. You moved one of your hands to take out your breasts, the other grabbing onto Gusion’s. He flinched at the touch but settled down. His eyes went wide at your perky nipples, they were erected and pretty.
Curiousity got the better of the man as he slid his thumb across the bud. Pride swelled up in him when a small sigh left your lips. He continued that pace, watching you twist and turn from the small stimulation. “Move.” You uttered, one of your hands coming up to scratch his back.
Gusion obeyed with a buzzed expression, a small goofy smile being held on his lips. He tried thrusting but could only make it half way before whining. You clicked your tongue, “How pathetic, I said move didn’t I?”
“I- shit you idiot I ca-n’t!” He groaned. “You’re sucking me too mu-ngh~” The vice’s sentence was cut off by you slamming your lips into his. He cried on your lips as you pressed down on his cock, forcing him to take the rest of you. He whimpered as your tongue invaded his mouth, yet his hips started gaining ryhthem. The wet noises of your pussy flooded his flushed ears as your tongue traced the roof of his mouth. You devoured him, dominated him in his own mouth and man it turned him own. Your wetness dropped onto his thighs as he slammed his cock inside you.
Loving the noises your cunt made only made him go crazier. His hand found your breast again. Pinching and pulling at your nipple as a way to take revenge on you, hearing you moan in his mouth as his eyes roll back. Your hips met his, both of you determine to fuck the shit out of each other. Nails dug into his back, scratching his pretty skin enough that he knew marks would form later. He released your lips and pressed his chest against yours.
Both Gusion’s hands returned to your thighs, pinching at the fat on your legs and lightly slapping your ass to test the waters. He’d rub them after smoothly, never wanting to hurt you. “God, look who likes taking my cock now.” He whispered in the shell of your ear as you gripped him tighter. You grit your teeth, “D-don’t get cocky.”
A light laugh game from Gusion before his teeth grazed your ear. He pulled lightly at the lobe, planting a kiss on the shell before biting on it. He sucked it roughly, no doubt creating a hickey. “Fuck-k Gusion~ keep doing that I’m close~”
“Finall-y y/n. Now cum on my cock for me.” He groaned, moving one of his hands back up to pull at your abused nipples. His balls smacked against the curve of your ass. Everything feeling wet and dirty from how much you were leaking all over him. A choked whimper came from Gusion when he felt you clench around him so tight he was sure it was impossible to move. Your back arched as cum surged into you, leaving it oozing out of you once he pulled out.
Deep breaths left your lips from your release. Your boobs bouncing with your chest, your mouth open and ear ear bruised. Gusion bent down in front of the desk, not caring about the mess you both made on the floor. A hiched breath left you as the vice spread your lower lips open with his fingers. “W-What are you doing?” You hissed but didn’t move.
Lustful eyes peered from brunette locks. Gusion’s tongue rolled out almost as if he were in a trance. Drool peeked from his lips in hunger from the sight. How he destroyed your insides and pumped you full. Now all your mixed arousal was leaking out of your pretty cunt. “Let me clean you up. I’m still hungry.”
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3xen · 1 year
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sharing a bed w a rival; gusion & julian
n. ykw, im delusional.
c. one bed trope, rivalry, forced proximity, unrequited love thats actually requited
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julian
as simple as it was, sharing a bed with someone you hated wasn’t so bad right?
“oh my god. there’s only one bed.” both, you and julian look at each other in unison. you were experiencing all types of emotions.
you weren’t gonna share the bed with julian, but it’s cold, no! it’s julian! anybody but julian!
“you booked this room? julian.. you know what this means right? do you understand the consequences?!” julian raises his hands in defense, honestly, he was just as horrified as you.
“we’re on a budget! it was the cheapest room!” he bites back. throwing down his gear, beginning to strip off his clothes.
“no! you don’t actually think im gonna sleep in the same bed as you, right?!” he peers over his shoulder to shoot you a cold glare. you groan in distress, hands combing through your hair in irritation.
“if we have to, so be it.”
“julian!”
“look, if you get too uncomfortable i can sleep on the floor.” you are startled at the sudden change in attitude. what’s up with him?
“wait.. no. w-we can share the bed.” you suggest, as he just nods in agreement. things are quiet after that. julian is the first to get into bed while you follow shortly after.
backs turned to each other, touching, as a result of the close proximity. “hey.. you up?” you whisper, not expecting to get an answer in return. you couldn’t sleep well, hoping to ask julian to get into a more comfortable position.
“yeah. im up.” you hear him from the other side of the bed. you feel the mattress shift and can only assume he’s turned over to you, expecting the same in return.
“im cold. and uncomfortable.” you turn to face him, admiring his features from this close. he has a small grin, swiftly throwing his hand around your waist. making sure you were close, and pressed up against his chest.
“do you enjoy this like i do? or are you too stubborn to admit it?” julian mutters, chin being hoisted on top of your head.
“i do.. but- pff! just sleep!”
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gusion
“ya know, i really thought aamon would spare me mercy. he’s my big bro, why is he being so bitter?” gusion’s back was pressed against the doorway of the room, an agitated frown spread across his lips. he inspected the room, obviously unimpressed at the size and proportions.
“this can’t be! i don’t know where i am. im at the wrong place!” you, on the other hand, suffered enough from aamon’s constant torture. you paced around the room in panic.
aamon had sent you guys on countless tasks, together! aamon knew well what he was doing.
“hey now, it’s only for one night. quit making a fuss.” although gusion’s demeanor looked stoic and untroubled, under that mask, he was deeply distraught and disturbed.
“hey! i never told you to interrupt me! nor was i ever making a fuss about sleeping in the same bed as you because im not!” you grab your satchel, aggressively stomping your way to the door and eventually out the room.
“ah ah ah, stay right where you are. we ain’t leaving till morning.” gusion stops you by his mere words. you refused to let this man oppose you!
“gusion! let go of me! you and your devil brother!” gusion picks you up on his shoulders. you struggle and thrash against his hold, but he doesn’t budge.
he throws you down on the bed, flicking the lights off. you keep shouting and yelling, but it doesn’t bother him at all.
before climbing in bed, he sends you a snarky remark. “it ain’t like i wanna be sleeping in the same bed as you either. shut your pretty mouth and sleep.” you huff, watching his figure climb into bed with no hesitation.
“your pure evil..” you turn your back to him, bringing your legs up more from the end of the bed.
“what was that?,” he leans into your ear, scooting closer by the second. you can feel warmth emitting from him.
“don’t touch me!”
“shut it and keep still. unless ya wanna fall and get an injury on that pretty face of yours.” he snakes his arm around your waist, bringing both your bodies closer.
his body spoons your own while you attempt to push his arm away. but you're soon to stop as he whispers a few complaints of his own.
“all this movement—it’s a lot of friction against-“
“okay! i quit!”
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© 3xen
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pirozhosik · 4 months
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Hi is sooooo soooooo vscrtkeodososs
omg I love him
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yamshen · 9 days
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Floryn, The Budding Hope
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Floryn from MLBB
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raincxtter · 2 years
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frick it i am making my own corner for mlbb fandom
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pppompy · 1 year
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skeewie · 3 months
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a bit of perspective.
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kikiwooo · 3 months
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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.
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chisunii · 2 years
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plutogist · 7 months
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PASSION OF AN ASSASSIN
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pairing: gusion x fem! reader.
cw: fluff, mentions of blade / daggers.
[ not proofread | this was also posted in my wp account ( @HUNIBEES ) ]
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Today is an ordinary day, at least for Gusion. He is mastering swinging his daggers and striking the dummies in the training room with them.
The Paxley clan is full of mages, and they aren't pleased with his wielding daggers. But he is unconcerned about the number of criticisms he receives from his relatives.
He likes the daggers and he will continue using them even if he gets kicked out of the clan. Sweat glistened from his temples. He sat on the ground, catching his breath and brushing his perspiration away with his right hand.
"These daggers are getting run-of-the-mill. Possibly I ought to purchase a new and sharper set," he said quietly as he lifted his left hand, which was holding one of the blades.
He changed his attire and slipped on a coat so no one would identify him. He cautiously makes his way to the city's market, ensuring he isn't being followed or ambushed. After all, it's conceivable that someone might suddenly attack him since he's a Paxley. The clan has myriad adversaries that will go to any length to see the clan collapse.
He walked inside a particular weapons store. This is where he normally gets his weapons, and he strongly recommends it to novices because the proprietor of this store is a fantastic weapon inventor as well as an excellent weapon wielder. When he was younger, he would request him to instruct him how to use the blades.
This store is one of the most well-known in the Land of Dawn. The shop's director is also well-known since he developed several apparatuses that have aided many people in making their lives better.
He opened the front door and gingerly removed his hood before approaching the shop's owner, Caleb.
"Hey, Mister Paxley. It's nice to see you again. Need a new set of daggers?" Caleb asked amusingly. Gusion just nodded in response.
"Come on, I'll show you some examples," he said. Gusion followed the man as they moved farther inside the store. They came to a halt in a well-known hallway. When he looked up, he recognized the usual board on top. "Daggers". This is the section for dagger-wielders.
"This is our most recently created new dagger; it may easily attract people and they may take advantage of you, therefore I don't think this matches you," Caleb stated as he showed him the dagger.
The dagger is gold-painted and shines like the stars. It's lovely, but it's not his style. He favors the more uncanny-looking dagger.
"Let's go on to the next one. This is one of the best-selling daggers here, and the specialty of this is that if you land a dagger in a bush, you can detect a hidden opponent," Caleb stated, touching the dagger's edge.
This time, the dagger is lacquered with silver. He loves the peculiarity of this and how it can forecast an ambush, so he believes he'll purchase it. This can also benefit him in a battle.
"That'll do," he said. Caleb laughed heartily. "Good decision, Paxley," he said as they returned to the entryway, and a woman wearing a coat with a hood caught his interest.
"Ah! Glad to see you again, Miss L/N. Looking for a new sword?" Gusion was taken aback when he said her surname. L/N? The clan that is filled with assassins? I have to be vigilant around her.
Y/N, who was peering out the window, looked at both of them with unfriendly eyes. "I need some fresh shurikens," she replied. Her gaze remained fixed on Gusion, who appeared to be about to wet himself. Despite wearing a hood, she appears austere, and Gusion couldn't see her complete face. She just gives him strange sensations and he isn't fully aware that she could be that arcane.
After all, Gusion isn't very good at staring competitions. As much as he enjoys the limelight, this woman just gives him the wrong impression. She seems like she's about to murder him! And that hood is preventing her from seeing him her whole face. Gusion understands why she's being cautious with her surroundings.
"Here are your new daggers, Mister Paxley; thank you for purchasing them; the total is 2,000 coins," Caleb's unexpected voice shattered the two's tension. Gusion reached into his pocket for his wallet and paid the man. He received the money with a cheeky smile. Gusion can still feel a pair of (E/C) staring menacingly at him.
Caleb had already handed him the packet containing the daggers, but he remained motionless for some reason. He couldn't figure out why his feet weren't moving so he could flee the place.
"I'm not planning to kill you, little Paxley; don't cream your pants," she murmured as she passed by him. Gusion was dumbfounded, and he had no idea that they had both drifted away from the area. [Lol, Steve Harrington reference]
After the strange incident earlier, he returned home when the sun is already setting down since he trained a bit with his new daggers in the forest. He was welcomed by Aamon, who was conversing with two individuals. They appear to be in their mid-40s. The three of them were looking at him.
"Oh, is that Gusion? He's so grown up now," the lady added, smiling. He merely smiled awkwardly, not knowing what to do.
After witnessing his smile, Aamon only arched his brows. The man who appears to be the lady's husband adjusted his spectacles. "I wonder whether you're as powerful as your brother, Gusion," he said.
He was annoyed that he was being compared to his older sibling. Being compared to anybody is what he loathes the most. It frequently makes him unpleasant.
"He's strong in his own manner, Sir L/N," Aamon said. He is fully aware that Gusion detest being compared to anyone. Gusion was grateful for Aamon's words, but then Gusion remembered Aamon's said name.
Sir L/N? Is he the father of the strange girl I met earlier? That is a possibility.
Despite the fact that the L/N clan is full of assassins, they're well renowned for their exceptionally outstanding abilities and are one of the most respected assassins in the Land of Dawn. They are not evil individuals who kill only those they choose to kill.
That's all they care about. Justice. People who died in vain deserve justice. And they vowed to exterminate every last member of the abyss.
"I apologize for being late," a familiar feminine voice interrupted his stream of thought. He looked behind him and noticed a lady. He didn't identify them at first, but he did after hearing the voice and seeing her eyes.
"Y/N! We apologize for her late arrival, Aamon," the lady said as she led her to a seat between them on the couch. Gusion simply rested against the walls, contemplating the girl's appearance.
Good-looking face, plump pinkish lips, attracting (E/C) eyes. Wait, why am I even observing her?
He shook his head to clear his mind of stuff he shouldn't be thinking about and spotted the girl looking at him with her soulless gaze. She cocked her brow before breaking eye contact. Gusion was irritated, but he chose to dismiss it.
Finally, the tedious meeting came to an end. He nearly fell asleep, which is extremely humiliating. He doesn't want to be chastised by his brother and have his reputation tarnished in the eyes of the prestigious family. "We're going to talk private issues; you may leave now, Gusion," Aamon replied, his eyes rolling. Private matters, my ass.
He decided to walk to the balcony to kill time and refresh his head. The breeze ruffled his hair causing it to get messy as he stepped onto the balcony. He's fortunate he's still donning his coat since despite wearing it, he still feels frigid.
"Boo," he practically shrieked at hearing the abrupt voice, but Y/N covered his lips, avoiding him from yelling. She took her hand away when she sensed he was no longer agitated.
"You nearly killed me!" he yelled quietly, still bewildered. Y/N merely shrugged, not intending to say anything. Before continuing, he took several deep breaths.
"Why are you even here? Are you stalking me?" he asked the girl, mystified as to why she was there.
"So, what if I am?" Her remark caught him off guard and left him speechless. His cheeks flushed, and he attempted to turn away so she wouldn't see, but it didn't work.
"I'm just kidding. Don't get your hopes up," she added, leaving Gusion a little dismayed. "I wasn't going to..." He whispered, expecting Y/N to answer, but she didn't. He turned at the girl, puzzled as to why she hadn't responded, but she was looking at the dazzling stars.
He looked into her (E/C) eyes for the first time and noticed a spark in them. His pupils dilated but remained quiet.
"Do you like stars?" he said suddenly. She blinked many times before glancing at him and responding. The light in her eyes faded in an instant, which shocked him.
"I like them; they're fantastic in my perspective," she said, returning her gaze to the lovely stars shimmering in the sky.
"I had no idea an assassin like you was interested in stars or planets," he said. Her gaze was drawn to Gusion's bright blue eyes.
"Why do you think I'm just interested in slaughter, blood, knives, and justice?" she said, her brow furrowed and her arms crossed. He shook his head instantly, not wanting to face the grim reaper too soon.
"To be honest, I'd like to be an astrophysicist, but my parents forbid me from doing so or studying stars, planets, and other celestial bodies. When my mother found out, she removed all the windows in my room and forbade me from glancing at the sky, and I'm verboten from going out at night. I was just fortunate earlier that they didn't scold me because Sir Aamon was there. But I'm dead-"
She instantly came to a halt, linked her lips, and turned away. Gusion was baffled. What occurred just now? "I'm sorry, I overshared," she murmured, unwilling to look him in the eyes. What shocked her the most was sensing a hand on her right shoulder.
Her eyes widened and she glanced at the man, puzzled as to why he did that. His blue gleaming eyes gave her an odd sensation. "I'm glad you told me that," he said, catching her off guard.
"Thank you for opening up, Y/N. It's astounding to me that someone as strong as you is interested in becoming an astrophysicist; even if we're not friends or anything, I'll encourage you until the conclusion," he continued, and butterflies began to flutter in her stomach. Y/N felt a scorching feeling in her face, which she quickly covered with the back of her hand and redirected her focus elsewhere.
'Wow, you're flushed-"
"Pipe down! Don't tell anyone..."
"Whatever you say-wait, I don't even know what you're named!"
"You're such a moron, Paxley."
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3xen · 10 months
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I need more gusion fanfics.... Specifically enemies to lovers please...... Please....there no more gusion fanfics I've scearched a03 Tumblr Wattpad pls....
forbidden desires; gusion it was your mission to kill gusion paxley—an enemy to your kingdom, a hidden lover.
n. had this msg in my inbox for quite some time. im so srry for taking so long to write it. if i ever feel like it, ill make a better version <3 for gusion's mask, i imagined his night owl skin!
c. enemies to lovers, forbidden relationship, unrequited love, angst, ooc(?)
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the night of the masquerade party.
you pulled him aside from the crowd—a fiery glare being his greeting. he wore a silver mask, two purple ombre feathers sprouting out lavishly from the top-sides. you lightly caressed his shoulders, your lips curving into a charming smile.
“you reek of hostility.” he scoffs at your attempts to lighten the mood. you can only respond in a laugh at his reaction—fully amused. slowly, you start to sway your hips as his hands find its place at your waist.
“i was forced to be here.” he confesses, warily following your movements. “what’s your name?”
“_____.”
“my brother invited you?”
“a hand-written letter.” you confirm, the two of you starting to spin in place—matching the rhythm of the ballroom music. his orbs lock onto yours, the intensity of the moment is overbearing—your instincts telling you to look away. but you don’t, growing more invested as it continues.
your mission was to merely stall gusion.
“the castle is under attack!” a voice belares amidst the crowd.
he was a formidable foe.
“get to safety!”
and for a moment, it felt safe–in his arms.
“_____!” a look of panic flashes across his eyes.
at first, it’s denial.
his eyes frantically search the room—for any sign of you. but, you're gone. all that's left behind is that mask you wore.
it’s been a while since that night.
you wished you acted on logic, moreover, your own desires. through that short time, you managed to attach yourself to him. it was nothing sweet, it ate like maggots at your brain.
the mere thought had you bound and helpless.
“the backway gate is your only form of entrance. the safest,” the voice pauses, intent on getting this plan through your head.
“_____? are you listening?” you jolt awake, eyes blinking to soothe the strain.
“yes? yes. i-im listening.”
“this is crucial, not just as the heir to the throne but our kingdom as a whole. don’t mess this up.” you nod repeatedly, making it appear to seem as if you're interested.
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castle aberleen.
you wander quietly through the main hall, pushing a rolling cart filled with cups and platters. you were dressed as a servant with formal attire.
‘it should be marked with a name..’
you skimmed through the letters of each door as you passed. finally, you stumbled upon a certain door, marked with ‘gusion paxley’.
as you stood in front of his door, ready to enter, you took a few deep breaths while your legs and hands began to feel like jello. the tips of your fingers suddenly becoming cold as you start to zone off.
the crickets from outside seemingly stopped chirping as the room began to feel more and more isolated. you pull yourself out of the endless trance by pinching your thigh, causing a deep shiver to run through your spine.
“sir, your tea is ready.” you coo as your mind wanders elsewhere; wondering if this was the right thing to do.
your kingdoms haven’t always been on bad terms, you were once honorable allies. somewhere in you, believed the two kingdoms were capable enough to form a treaty. it would surely declare peace between the lands.
you didn’t think you would have enough courage to kill gusion paxley but you weren’t going to disobey your kingdom’s orders, you couldn’t. you were too afraid of rejection.
“leave it at the door.” you can clearly see the shadows of his feet through the bottom of the door. you sigh, sadly even.
you slowly crack the door open, placing a hand on your leg holster. something in you hoped he’d flee, that’d he’d completely leave the lands. it would avoid more issues, no more killing, no more pain.
before you fully enter his room, you’re tackled to the ground by strong hands. he flips you on your back, dead intent on catching this assailant. his eyes lock on your figure, his expression consisting of shock and hurt.
“_____..” his soft voice trails off, you manage to maintain eye-contact through your teary lashes. your body melts in his arms, a feeling of warmth and fondness.
“im sorry.” you murmur while he places his hand on the back of your head, pulling you firmly into his chest. you can feel his breath hitch, he strokes your hair gingerly, almost like a silent apology.
“i’ll protect you.”
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leoniefel · 2 years
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✧ gusion mlbb icons ✧
❥ please like or reblog if you save/use.
❥ don't repost please!
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pirozhosik · 10 months
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Oh sorry
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yamshen · 6 days
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Wanwan, The Agile Tiger
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wanwan from mlbb :) (c) yamshen
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