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[demigodofhoolemere]

@crescent-rising Oh my goodness. Great minds think alike. I appreciate you, my ally.

I just miss him a lot.

[aemonds-little-belle]

Feelings Sold Separately

CHAPTER THREE (THE RULES)

Modern!Aemond x Reader (SUGAR BABY/SUGAR DADDY!AU)

TAGS - (REPOSTED FROM AO3) -

Alternate Universe - Sugar DaddySugar BabySugar Baby AUAUokay this is a whole ass story that's just one long ass brain fartliterally i am just coming up with this on the spotlow key really love it thoughSugar Baby/Sugar Daddyobviouslytalks of class issuesaemonds been hurt in the pasti think there will be some sexy stuff eventuallywait fuck i didn't mention this is a modern!aumodern!AUAlternate Universe - Modern Setting<3Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen is Bad at Feelingsstop that was recommended but so accurateI don't know how to do tagsI'm SorryI promise it's goodAnd no one diesand it's just so classically a sugar baby/ sugar daddy au it hurtsreader works at a cafe ... obviouslythis will follow a similar storyline to the show just modern and also not at allFamily Issueswait probably dom/sub vibes tooDom/subLight Dom/subclearly i don't know where this is going yetmy readers are always written fat because i am fatso keep that in mind

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Friday shifts always seemed to go by fast, the regulars, and those who took fridays off to shop in the city, flooding in with hardly any reprieve. Eyla and Y/n served coffee drink after coffee drink, the pastry case practically bare, donuts and croissants suddenly much more popular than they had been all month. “Thank the Gods it's the weekend!” Eyla cried, putting her coat on in the back room as the two girls got ready to leave.

“I just hate that weekends are only two days.” Y/n pouted.

“Speaking of days off.” Eyla began, rummaging through her purse. “Any plans with Mr Sexy Voice?” She once again raised and lowered her eyebrows in suggestion. “Also known as a literal fucking Targaryen.” She scoffed a laugh.

“I haven’t heard from him so I don’t think so.” Y/n lowered her head, filling her coat pockets with her things, the new phone included.

“Ugh bummer. You should text him.”

“I don’t want to bother him.” “He’s literally paying you to bother him, I don’t think he’d mind.”

“He’s not paying me to bother him.” Y/n rolled her eyes. “He’s paying me to …” She paused, realizing she actually wasn’t sure what he would be paying her for.

“Sex?” Eyla asked.

“NO!”

“What? It’s a genuine question!” Y/n just huffed, hands in her pockets as she waited for Eyla to hurry up so the two of them could leave. “Okay I’m ready.”

The two of them went out the front door, locking it behind them before saying their goodbyes, hugging quickly, and saying goodbye for the weekend. “Stay safe!” Y/n called out as she watched Eyla turn the corner, the both of them going in semi-opposite directions. She turned her own corner, hands still in her pockets, clinging to any warmth they could.

“Y/n.” A deep voice called out, one she would have, before, gotten ready to fight, but the silvery blonde hair and eyepatch made her realize it wasn’t a thug wanting her petty change that was in her pocket, just the man that wished to make her wallet overflow with bills. “Did you get my text message?” He asked, a hint of playfulness in his tone as he leaned against a black car, Y/n stood in front of him like a deer in the headlights.

“Oh.” She whispered, she hadn’t even thought to check the phone after her shift ended, something she never had to do before. “I’m sorry, no.” She kicked herself mentally, ‘I should be better at this’, pulling out the phone and turning it on she noticed five messages from Aemond, ‘that’s quite a few’. She smiled, looking back up at him, ‘at least he seems to still like me’. “I’m sorry, genuinely, I’m not used to having a phone to check.”

“Hmm.” He stood up fully, his hands now clasped behind his back, his eye searching Y/n’s face for any hint of a lie. “I just wanted to know if you were free after work.” He asked, his eye finally meeting hers.

“Yes.” She blurted out, genuinely having never had a thing to do after work, she knew the answer quickly. “I’m free.” She said a little more composed this time.

“Hmm.” Aemond hummed again, ‘I swear he knows I like that sound more than I should’, he gave a smile, one that clearly he didn’t mean, the gesture never meeting his eyes, before he opened the car's passenger door. “Are you hungry at all?” He asked as he gestured for Y/n to get in, her body giving a slight start as she realized that yes, she was the one getting into a fancy car with a rich guy, this was in fact her new life.

“I guess so.” She admitted, buckling herself into the seat, her feet rigidly laid in front of her, her mind not allowing her to truly relax.

“Do you have a favorite restaurant?” Aemond asked, buckling himself in as well, filled with a similar amount of anxiousness, the two sat comfortably in their seats, but uncomfortably in their skin.

Y/n laughed, shaking her head. “Unless you count the Cafe I work in.” Aemond shook his head ‘no’. “Then, I have never eaten out before. Um, do you have a favorite restaurant?” She asked anxiously in return.

“I do.” He hummed, starting the car up and checking his mirrors, pulling out soon after before speaking again. “It’s not far.” He cleared his throat. “Do you by any chance like waffles?” He smirked, never once taking his eyes off the road.

“I love waffles.” Y/n smiled back.

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The waffle place wasn't far from Y/n’s work, just a few blocks away, the place glowing a subtle blue, the sign lighting up the street as the sun began to slowly set. “This is your favorite restaurant?” Y/n smiled, standing just far enough back from the building to take in its full glory, the inside more traditionally decorated, a stark contrast to the world around it, the blue glow warmer than the harsh white that could be found everywhere else, funky patterns adorning any bit of fabric the place had to offer.

Aemond shuffled his weight from foot to foot, suddenly anxious about his pick, a feeling he hadn’t felt in a while. “If you would rather we could always …” He began.

“No! No.” Y/n shouted. “I love it, I’m just shocked that you like it here.” She looked him up and down, him once again wearing a suit under his tailored trench coat, no doubt a watch, that cost the down payment on the building in front of them, nestled beneath his sleeves.

Aemond just took a step forward, opening the door, some man in the back waving and calling out his name, Aemond’s movements so clearly pulling him to a specific table, his actions effortless and natural, as if he lived here. “My Mother used to take me here, just the two of us, when I was a child.” He softly said, a bit of resistance lacing his words, as if he was protecting the memory, yet honoring it at the same time.

Aemond had stopped in front of a booth, one away from windows, closer to the back, no doubt to hide his famous identity from nosey people. “I can see why.” Y/n said, sitting down on one of the booths benches, pulling her coat off before placing it beside her, quickly pulling out the new phone and her wallet, placing both on the table. Aemond did the same before taking off his suit jacket too, rolling up his button up shirt sleeves, showing off his toned forearms, the right one covered in an intricate dragon tattoo, the black ink contrasting his skin perfectly.

“This is for you.” Aemond cleared his throat, pulling Y/n out of her daze, a small bank card held out to her, the green shining in the Waffle house's light. “It has the entry fee of a hundred dollars on it.” Y/n’s eyes grew wide at those words, the card felt heavy in her hand, ‘Hightower Bank’ sprawled across it in fancy gold lettering, numbers underneath it, and her name written in puffed out plastic for all to see. “I have no access to the account, I can only send it money.” Aemond ensured, pulling out a small notepad and pen from his coat, then following a large folder. Y/n placed the card in her wallet, the old thing looking so undeserving of such a fancy card, a weird representation of how Y/n felt. Sure, a bank card had always been something she meant to get, but certainly not one from the richest bank in all of King's Landing, let alone most likely all of the adjoining cities and countries.

“Aemond, my favorite customer!” A man cheered, placing two menus on the table, quickly cutting off the previous conversation. “What can I get you two to drink?” He asked, looking at Y/n with kind but wondrous eyes.

“Can I have a water please?” Y/n asked, her eye’s meeting the man’s, then Aemonds.

“A water and a pot of coffee please, Daris.” Aemond watched as Daris walked away, Y/n still nose deep in the menu, trying to pick what she wanted, the menu full of choices, ‘too many’, if you asked her. “See anything you like?” Aemond hummed, pretending to look over the menu as intently as Y/n was.

“Yeah, everything.” Y/n laughed, looking at the small pictures that showed what select dishes looked like, the whip cream, chocolate, and fresh fruits all calling her name.

“Why don’t you get a few things?”

“I just got a bank card, Aemond.” Y/n scolded. “I don’t want to spend it all in one go.”

Aemond let out a low hum, this one clearly drawn out in frustration. “Why don’t we go over the rules of this arrangement before ordering?” He asked, waiting for Y/n to protest or ask a question, instead she just nodded her head, waiting for him to continue. “To start, what would you like to be paid?” He asked, clicking his pen open.

Y/n pondered for a second, looking around the dinner as if the walls held the answers. “Well, what.” She huffed out a puff of air. “What am I being paid for?”

Aemond smiled, the gesture genuine, impressed by her assertion, even if it wasn’t as confident as he would have liked. “Hmm.” He hummed, quickly wiping the smile off of his face, leaning back in his seat. “Well, I need a plus one to work events, parties with possible partners and their romantic interests of the month.” Y/n gave him a small smile at that. “Same with family events, I don’t think I can stomach another dinner alone with them.”

“Are they nice?”

“Some of them.”

“I guess, well, that’s better than none of them.”

Aemond chuckled. “You and my sister would get along well.” He leaned back in, the light above the table once again highlighting his features. “I also would like you to spend the majority of your weekends with me, and a night out of the week to go to dinner, just the two of us.” The last two requests seemed to be said with much more heart, want, as if they were the true reason he asked Y/n here today.

“As long as we can have dinner here.” She pointed her finger to the table harshly, as to prove her point. “Then you have a deal.”

“A deal?”

“Yes, would you like to shake on it?” She asked, her confidence slowly fading, yet she kept a hold on it.

Aemond held his hand out, grasping hers and lightly shaking it. “It’s a deal.” He smiled, Y/n shooting him one too before pulling her hand away. “Also, whenever we go out together, I will be paying.” His voice was lower now, telling, not asking.

Before Y/n could argue Daris had brought their drinks, handing each of them a water and an empty mug, placing the pot of coffee, milk and sugar, in the middle. “Have you decided what you want to eat?” He asked, clicking his own pen in anticipation.

“I’ll have my usual, please.” Aemond asked, the plain waffles with a side of different toppings calling his name, as it always did.

“Can I have the chocolate chip waffles please?” Y/n asked, handing Daris the menu, and giving him a sweet smile.

Aemond looked at Y/n, wondering why she had settled for just one thing, but choosing to ignore it for the time being, Daris walking away shortly after. “Back to my original question. What would you like to be paid?”

Y/n sighed, totally out of her depth with this question. “You’ve had … Arrangements before right?” She asked, a nod of his head signaling ‘yes’. “What did you pay them?”

“This isn’t about them, Y/n, this is about you.”

Y/n sighed, as excited as she was for this whole thing to kickstart, she hated being the one to make decisions, though she was sure Aemond hated having her make decisions too, the look on his face teetering to and from anticipation and pure agony. “You’ve already given me a hundred dollars, which is a lot by the way.” Aemond gave her a look of disbelief. “So, what about a hundred each month? If that isn’t too much.”

Aemond let out a laugh, a mildly loud and gutful laugh. “Y/n, I only gave you a hundred dollars to open the bank account, I intend to pay you much more than that.” Y/n was now the one with a look of disbelief on her face. “You get paid minimum wage at the cafe, correct?” She nodded her head ‘yes’. “Why don’t we start with that then? Hmm?”

“Aemond.” Y/n pleaded.

“I could pay you a thousand dollars a minute and I wouldn't falter a step the next day.” He shook his head, pouring his coffee, taking a sip of it black before continuing. “I’m doing you a favor by paying you minimum wage, Little Dragon.” The nickname slipped off his tongue, and before he could apologize or take it back, a smile spread across Y/n’s face, her eyes softening at the nickname. “Is it a deal?” He asked, holding out his hand to once again shake on the agreement.

“Can we at least circle back to the whole ‘money thing’ in a bit?” She asked, holding her hand out, but not close enough for him to grab it. “Just to talk about it.” She added, once again pleading with him.

“Hmm.” Aemond liked her bargaining skills, the kind eyes doing wonders on his leniency, just solidifying that she would be perfect as a plus one to some upcoming events. “Deal.”

[honeyhhearted]

Hold My Hand - Chapter 3

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A/N: A longer one this time! I decided to try and get the chapters to a better length so there's more to read per update. :) Still no Loki, but I promise he's coming! Little more drama this time though ;)

Warnings: None!

You returned home quickly.

As you thought, your mother was waiting by the front window. It had been over an hour since you left, and she worried that you had been taken or lost.

“Where have you been?” She hissed as she swung the door open, grabbing your arm tightly. She yanked you inside, shutting and latching it behind you.

You looked at your feet. “I am sorry, mother. I didn’t mean to worry you. I lost track of time.”

“Lost track of time? The sun is merely fully set! How am I to believe you simply lost track of time?” She looked angry, but you recognized the look of fear in her eyes. You had truly worried her. 

Guilt tore through you. How could you just leave your family in the morning? If this was how your mother reacted when you arrived home late, how would she cope with you being taken from her as she had feared your entire life? How could you stand here and reassure her, knowing that when the sun rose next, everything would change?

“I truly apologize. But I am okay.” You soothed, trying to ignore the way your heart ached. “Everything is fine.”

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You slept fitfully. Thoughts of the palace dungeons, your parents’ arrests, and your siblings being sent to an orphanage or adopted away filled your mind in cruel spirals. 

I can’t believe how irresponsible I was. 

The only thing you had ever been asked was to be careful. To be sure that no one was around. But you had become careless after years of routine. You’d become used to and spoiled by the uneventful nature of your practice. Why wouldn’t you? After so long of being in complete solitude, you had never expected the young Prince of all people to stumble upon your little spot in the forest. Why had he been there in the first place? Perhaps you could ask in the morning, when he arrived to whisk you away from your family, your life.

You listened to the soft breeze coming through your window. The sky was a soft indigo. You had barely been able to close your eyes before the sun began to rise again. How soon will he arrive? Will my mother see him, as she enjoys her sunbathing in the early hours before work? Will my father spot the carriage and run home, hoping he would not return for the day missing his eldest child? Will the village all watch as you are escorted away, and inundate my family with questions?

Before you knew, the calming indigo turned into the sunrise blue you’d been dreading.

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You sat straight up in bed, your hair a tangled mess from tossing and turning all night.

The distant sound of a carriage was the first you heard of your impending doom. You ran through your regular morning routine: a freezing bath – you were far too anxious to wait for it to warm of all things – carefully brushed your hair and changed your clothes. While you were certain imprisonment waited for you on the other side of an opulent horse drawn carriage and the palace doors, you at least did not want to give the Allfamily reason to see you as nothing more than dirt on their shoes.

The carriage drew closer, and you knew it was time.

You quietly moved across the house, careful not to step on the spots you knew the floorboards would creak. As expected, your mother was out front, enjoying the early sun. Nerves slithered up your spine as you straightened, prepared to face her fear.

As you stepped out the door, she spoke without turning. “They are coming for you. Am I wrong?”

You paused, heart in your throat. “How did you know?”

At that, she turned, a sad smile curving her lips. Her eyes, you saw, were glistening. “I saw the royal carriage last night and…I didn’t want to believe it. But I knew that we would have heard if something happened in the village, and when you arrived so late…” She trailed off, blinking away some of the moisture in her eyes, before continuing, “I knew. Who found you?”

You finally allowed your eyes to well up, a tear escaping before you are even able to force it away. “Prince Thor. Prince Thor saw me, mother. But I swear, I promise you I did not realize he was present with me in those woods. You know I have vowed to you to be careful and I was, but he was there anyway…I didn’t know what to do. His Highness should be nearly here by now, and I will be taken to the Palace. He promised no harm would come to me, or to our family.”

As you stared back at your mother, you realized how tired she seemed. The beginnings of wrinkles around her lips from frowning, the creases between her brows. She had wisps of gray hair framing her face. Was this because of you?

All of your life, you’ve been different. Not being able to play with the village children because of the risk of accidental magic had done damage to your family’s reputation. You were a freak, an outcast in this village, and your parents were too by association. Even your siblings, who were not cursed as you were, had to endure ridicule and shunning from their peers as their parents forbid them from interacting with such an odd bunch.

Despite no one being aware of just how “odd” you were, your appearance was always a giveaway. Your father used to chuckle every time he shattered your heart by saying, “Dearest, we almost handed you over to the local orphanage. As soon as you were laid on your mother’s chest, I felt there was no way you could possibly be ours. But by the time you began to speak, I realized just how like me you truly were.”

He was, of course, speaking of the snow white hair and singular golden eye you were born with. There was not much you could do to change the fact that you were a freak, but having to face your own monstrosity in the mirror had been too much in your adolescence. You knew looking at you reminded your parents of the burden they had been handed. 

Your mother still had not responded. She looked away from you, back toward the sky.

“Will this be easier?” You asked, softly. Your voice sounded like that of a child’s to your own ears.

Silence came, before she responded, “If you are asking if you being taken from us will be easier, I am not sure. I love you. You are my child. You are my heart. But I cannot lie and wonder if the village will accept us. If they will accept your sister, your brother. If your father will be able to make sales, finally, without buyers worrying that the pieces are cursed as we are.”

Your heart ached. “I am sorry, mother. For all that I have put you through. I am sorry that you were cursed with me as a daughter.” At that, she whipped around to face you. “No. Never apologize to me for that. Do not apologize to me for having been born. It has not been easy, I will be honest with you. But having you as a daughter has been beautiful, and losing you will be one of the hardest things I will ever have to do.” She cupped your face, wiping away the tears that fell with her fingertips.

“I love you, mama.” You said, sniffling. You had not called her that in years.

“And I love you, little one.”

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The carriage arrived shortly after.

As it pulled to a halt, reality set in. You were terrified.

Prince Thor emerged with two guards, and smiled at you as he approached. You dipped into a low curtsy, as did your mother beside you. 

“Good morning, my Lady. And I suppose this is your mother, yes?”

Your mother smiled politely. “Yes, your Highness. My daughter has told me that you have come for her.”

“I have. And I make the same promise I did to her, no harm will come to your daughter or your family.” 

She nodded. “Thank you, your Highness. Your graciousness is appreciated.” She turns to you, eyes flickering with fear before she pushes it out of view. “Good luck. I love you. I will inform your father…that he missed you.” Her smile falters, realizing she will have to explain your absence to the family.

You stepped forward and hugged her, memorizing the scent of warm air and flowers in your mother’s hair. The way her small frame wrapped you up just as it did when you were a small child. “Thank you, mama. Please apologize to papa for me, and give the littles the most love.”

As you stepped away, Thor led you to the carriage. He offered a hand to step in, which you accepted, thanking him. Before the carriage could pull away, you stared at your home in the corner of the village, the trees waving goodbye to you as the breeze carried one last breath of the scent of your family and the life you knew.

The palace was a beautiful sight. Under better circumstances, you would have been in awe at its size and opulence. However, all it symbolized to you right now was the ending of all you had.

“You seem nervous.” Thor noted from across from you. He had been quiet most of the ride, and his voice startled you. 

“I will not pretend, my Prince. I know I should trust you at your word, but…” You trailed off, gnawing on your bottom lip. He nods, a small smile curling his lips.

“Aye. I understand the fear of uncertainty. But truly, my lady, you have nothing to fear. I have spoken with my mother and father and they have assured me that no harm will come to you. I would not allow it.” He reassured, and you feel the rope around your chest loosen marginally. You can see in his eyes that he is genuine.

The carriage ride had been smooth, as you watched the countryside blend into the city, before the stone turned to gold, with perfectly trimmed lawns and shrubbery. Even the air seemed lighter here, you noted. You wrung your hands together in your lap as you watched the smaller royal buildings come into view. Stables, supply buildings, and extravagant gardens passed by you, taking your breath away. You couldn’t help the gasp that escaped you as you truly got to see the palace up close.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Thor said, breaking into your thoughts. He was smiling at you again, watching your reaction.

You felt your cheeks warm at being caught gawking, and cleared your throat. “It is. I have only seen it from the village. I have never imagined being so close.” You say, adding, “Your Highness.”

Thor nodded. “After living in it my whole life, I have to admit that its beauty becomes something of a routine. Seeing it through new eyes always reminds me. How exciting, to see the wonder in someone else.”

You smiled at him. Thor’s reputation made sense. You found yourself able to relax the more you speak with him, and it allowed you temporary relief from your anxiety. 

The carriage came to a slow stop. Your breath caught for a moment, your heart beginning to race again. Is this where they take me? Has Thor been misleading me so I would not put up a fight? You barely had the chance to spiral before the doors were opened, flanked by two royal guards. Thor exited first, before turning and offering his hand. You took it and stepped out, careful to stay steady on your feet.

The guards turned silently and led you toward the doors, tall and intimidating. They swung open, and you quietly gasped as you took your first look into the palace. The floors were covered in a red and gold rug, with pristine white columns running up and down the hall. The walls held millennia of Asgardian artwork, as well as portraits of the Allfamily. As you were led to the throne room, your eyes could not absorb the surroundings quick enough. You drank in the view of Asgard from the windows and admired the gold and jeweled vases and art pieces. In that moment, you had never felt smaller. You, a girl from the village, were walking through the hall for an audience with the Allfather and Allmother. Through this hall that held thousands of years of Asgardian history, wearing a dress full of hand-stitched repair patches and holes not yet big enough to waste thread on. You looked down at your hands, squeezing them together tightly.

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Entering the throne room, you could hear a pin drop. Odin and Frigga, the Allfather and Allmother, sat at the end atop thrones of precious metals and jewels. You swallowed down your heart before it could crawl out, trying to keep its vicious beating in check. Thor walked ahead of you, bowing at the waist when he reached them.

“Father, Mother,” he starts, “I have returned with the girl from the outer village. Please, step forward and introduce yourself.”

You step forward, curtsying as steadily as you can manage. “Your Majesties, thank you for allowing me here today to speak with you.” You present your name, and the names of your family. Both nod stiffly. “If you, the Allfather and Allmother could be so merciful to spare my family. They are not like me, and have only ever wanted an honest life for themselves.” You pull in a deep breath, hating how your voice wavers.

Odin stands and stares down at you steadily. The look in his eye shows he views you as nothing more than a speck. Frigga, however, looks at you curiously. There is something more behind her eyes that you can’t quite place.

“Do not fear, child. We have decided to spare you and your family. No harm will come to them.” Odin’s voice booms, and you can feel its strength in your chest. His words make your shoulders drop in relief immediately, letting out a puff of air.

Frigga stands, approaching you. “What my husband is not clarifying,” She begins, with a glance at him, “Is that you will be spared, but you will not be able to return home.” This you expected, but it does not hurt any less to hear. 

She continues, “You will be brought into the palace as a member of our family. You will be trained as a sorceress, working with me personally. You will live out a life as a royal, adopted as a ward.”

You nod. “Yes, your Royal Highness. Anything I can do, I will do with gratitude.”

She smiles at you. “I know you will, child. I can see your heart, and I know that it is good. That is why we have also decided to add an additional stipulation to your stay with us.” 

Odin’s face crinkles slightly, before rearranging itself back to its stoic state.

What could they have me do? Live in the servant’s quarters? Do chores? Be an apprentice? Nothing they could ask of me would be an impossible task.

Something about this seems off, though. You can’t quite put your finger on it. “Yes, your Royal Highness?”

“We expect you to wed one of our sons.” She says resolutely.

Odin clears his throat. “We expect you to marry Loki. You are not true royalty, and thus would not be able to ascend to the throne.”

You freeze. Loki? The quiet son, the trickster god? All you have heard about him is negative. Cruel pranks, biting remarks, crude behavior toward village women. They want you to marry him?

Thor seems to sense your worry. “Mother, Father…are you sure? You know of his temperament.”

“This is not your concern.” Odin says harshly. Frigga glares at him.

“What your father means is that we are sure. We have discussed it extensively, and have settled on this being the best option.” 

You feel sick. You are sure that this is not a face worse than death, of course, but of all of the things they could have asked of you, this is the biggest. Your hand, guaranteed in marriage to Loki Odinson.

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[7soil]

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[demigodofhoolemere]

me: *trying to get sleep*

my brain: Wait. We need to consider how Loki will behave in response to seeing Thor tortured. Will he yell his name? Or whisper it? Will he barely be able to speak at all? Will his words be choked up with fear and anger? How much full-on crying are we talking here? Will he try to negotiate for his safety in other ways before giving the Tesseract over, or will he immediately go to that because there's no use wasting time when Thor's life is in the balance? Will he ask Thanos to leave him alone? WHAT WILL HE SAY HOW WILL HE SAY IT WHAT PAIN WILL HE AND THOR ENDURE AND BY EXTENSION WHAT PAIN WILL WE ENDURE, WE HAVE TO THINK ABOUT THIS /NOW/

me, crying: why though

[aemonds-little-belle]

Feelings Sold Separately

CHAPTER ONE (THE AD)

Modern!Aemond x Reader (SUGAR BABY/SUGAR DADDY!AU)

TAGS - (REPOSTED FROM AO3) -

Alternate Universe - Sugar DaddySugar BabySugar Baby AUAUokay this is a whole ass story that's just one long ass brain fartliterally i am just coming up with this on the spotlow key really love it thoughSugar Baby/Sugar Daddyobviouslytalks of class issuesaemonds been hurt in the pasti think there will be some sexy stuff eventuallywait fuck i didn't mention this is a modern!aumodern!AUAlternate Universe - Modern Setting<3Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen is Bad at Feelingsstop that was recommended but so accurateI don't know how to do tagsI'm SorryI promise it's goodAnd no one diesand it's just so classically a sugar baby/ sugar daddy au it hurtsreader works at a cafe ... obviouslythis will follow a similar storyline to the show just modern and also not at allFamily Issueswait probably dom/sub vibes tooDom/subLight Dom/subclearly i don't know where this is going yetmy readers are always written fat because i am fatso keep that in mind

Flea Bottom never felt like a welcoming place, crumbling streets, beggars on every corner, odd shouts during the night, and the watch’s sirens heard at all hours throughout the streets often made most people uncomfortable. But for those who lived there, those who called the broken streets ‘home’, Flea Bottom was nothing more, and nothing less, than a place to live, a place to call their own.

In Y/n’s mind Fleabottom was a closer community than most, closer might be the wrong word, but Flea Bottom residents were more honest with each other, and more willing to air their grievances publicly. While the rich bitched behind each other's back, secret gossip rings forming throughout the high society social rings, Flea Bottom residents shouted out windows, and placed passive aggressive notes on all walls, bulletin boards made just for complaining, and naming names when arguments arose.

Y/n enjoyed being nosey, often looking over her building's board full of gossip and cries for someone to babysit their children. On a Wednesday morning she was browsing the new postings, Miss Falker once again telling everyone to shut up, and Mr Mollen wondering if anyone had seen his cat, somewhat boring, she thought, scanning through any other postings. ‘Looking for a SB, casual, good pay’ one read, a phone number beneath the ad, and then a few more words beneath the number, ‘Serious enquiries only’.

Y/n took a deep breath, a co-worker of hers quit a year ago after becoming a Sugar Baby, the pay enough to live a comfortable life, and it didn’t sound all that bad. Dania even said that she enjoyed the man’s company, saying he was polite and gentlemen-like, paying her a nice monthly fee to just be arm candy.

She shook her head, a breathy chuckle escaping her lips at the idea of her becoming a sugar baby, sure, she could use the money, and honestly the company, but she wasn’t sure she would even be a good sugar baby, she didn’t enjoy make-up or crowds, and often spent her time watching history documentaries and working. But a little voice in the back of her head kept telling her to take the ad, at least write the number down, or remember to take a peek when she got back from her job.

“For fucks sakes girl, move!” A voice called behind her, realizing she was blocking the door she snatched the small note and got a move on, opening the door and rushing into the street, the cool air hitting her face in a harsh way, the sudden late fall air a sharp contrast to warmer weather they were so graciously given by the gods the past few days.

+

“You’re late.” Mr Waxley shouted as Y/n entered through the cafe’s back door. “Again, might I add.” He was seething at this point, his hatred for his own establishment and employees would lead one to wonder why he stuck around, the pay must have been good, was the only thing Y/n could think of, that or he secretly ran a drug ring in the basement and needed the, in his word, “Fucking shack of a place.” to keep the watch off his back.

Y/n just stayed silent, ignoring his words as she stied the apron around her waist, the stained brown thing worn, a true testament to her overall being, her confidence now shattered after years in the service industry, her will to live hanging on by a thread as she heard Mr Waxley yell out something else, and her hip bruised as she once again ran right into the counter that stuck out a little too far into the doorway.

“Gods I hate it here.” Y/n mumbled, Eyla, her coworker, laughing as she picked up on the words.

“Says you! Guess who was here solo for ten minutes as you pranced through the city?” She deadpanned, Y/n shooting a sympathetic look her way as she began making a few orders that appeared on the screen.

“I got caught up at my building's bulletin board again, I’m genuinely sorry.”

“Has Mr Mollen found his cat yet?” Eyla asked, a short giggle escaping her lips as she poured milk into a cup, frothing it, adding a quiet buzz into the background of their conversation.

“It’s been a year Eyla, I doubt the man will ever find his cat.” Y/n said sympathetically, she too missed Mr Mollens cat, the cute little tabby used to sit outside on her fire escape, blocking the sunlight as he napped on her windows ledge.

“Okay, then what had you so entranced you left me hanging?”

“An ad.” Y/n quietly admitted, quickly shouting out a name as she passed the late she had made to a customer.

“An ad?” Eyla asked, her face full of un-amusement. “An ad is what made you late?” Y/n nodded her head, handing another person a coffee before getting back to register. “What kind of ad?”

“One for a su…ba..”

“One for what?”

“A Sugar … you know, like Dania?”

“OHHH a sugar baby!” Eyla squealed.

“Shhh.” Y/n looked at the three customers currently in the cafe, the lot of them the aftermath of the morning rush.

“I assure you no one here cares about what we talk about.” Eyla paused. “Maybe Mr Waxley.” She added on.

“I don’t even know if the ad is serious or not.” Y/n mumbled, picking up a rag and cleaning down the counter before the next wave of people came in. “And even if it is, it’s not like I’m Sug..ba… material.”

“Oh shut up, you would be perfect, who wouldn’t want your cute ass on their arm?” Eyla smiled, acting out a business person walking all fancy like. “You should work on being able to say ‘sugar baby’, but other than that you’d do great.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really.” Eyla said seriously, tilting her head with a hint of pity. “You need to get out more, as much as I love your work dedicated, shut in nerd, thing you have going on here.” She gestured to Y/n as a whole. “You need to put yourself out there, and why not get paid while doing it.”

Before Y/n could agree or argue the next round of business people rushed in, ordering coffees that cost more than her hourly wage, and speaking to the two of them as if they were nothing but ‘Flea Bottom Rats who seem to be stupid enough to make their way into the city’ should out the the one customer who came up with that one, at least they were original.

Yah, Y/n didn’t see her being the kind of person this mystery Sugar Baby wanter would want, but then again they did put their ad up in a Flea Bottom apartment, so maybe, just maybe, she would have a chance.

+

The day dragged on, new coffee stains adorning Y/n’s clothing as she trudged up the stairs, and then into her apartment, emptying her coat pockets. Her house key and her key the cafe pulled out along with the small bag of sunflower seeds she had brought for lunch, and then a crinkled little paper. “Oh.” Y/n mumbled, opening the paper and re-reading it. ‘Serious enquiries only’ repeated over and over in her head. ‘I can be serious about this? Right?’ She asked herself, pacing her small apartment, pulling out her wallet and finding some change.

She walked back down the stairs and outside once more, the apartment buildings key in hand, along with her units, a enough change to make a call or two on the payphone that was located just a few steps away from her building's entrance. Pulling out the note, placing her change in a machine, and then typing in the numbers, her stomach doing small flips as she heard the rings seemingly surround her.

Someone picked up the phone, but the line was silent. “Hello um.” She began, a strong and deep ‘hmmm’ heard on the other side of the call. Her breath began to become rapid, shaking her head as she impulsively blurted out. “Ihavethewrongnumbersorry.” before slamming the phone back in place, standing frozen as her heart beat against her chest.

The phone rang, ‘can a payphone even do that’ she thought as she picked the darned thing up. “Please insert payment to accept the call.” An automated voice rang, Y/n scrambling to put the last of her change into the machine.

“Hello?” She questioned, wondering if she was dreaming the whole thing unsure if the phone even worked both ways.

“So you’re on a payphone?” The same humming voice said, the supposed man's voice deep and rugged yet clear.

“Um, yes.” Y/n said, oddly embarrassed, as if the man was interrogating her over her own actions.

“Is that for anonymity purposes? Or because you don’t have a phone of your own?” The voice asked, his tone so serious, something Y/n wasn’t prepared for.

“I don’t -” He didn’t let her finish.

“That’s fine, why did you hang up?” “I got scared.” She admitted, grasping the phone a little tighter, embarrassed by her own words, ‘who was this man anyway?’.

“Hmm.” The stupid hum rang through again. “But you are serious?” He asked.

“Yes, yes, I, well I think so.”

“So no then?”

“No, yes, I don’t know, this is all really new, and your ad was -” ‘god he has a habit of cutting me off’.

“My ad was vague, yes I know.” He admitted, the line muffling as he shifted in what she pictured was a seat. “Why don’t we meet somewhere and we can discuss the arrangement?”

“Um, sure.” She practically whispered.

“Does tomorrow work?” He asked, a pen clicking in the background.

“Well I'll be working till 5 tomorrow.”

“After work?”

“Sure, um, have you heard of the ‘corner cafe’? Just off the main road in King’s landing.” She nervously blurted out. “We could meet there.”

“Does 5:10 work?” He asked.

“Yeah, that’s perfect.” She smiled, though she quickly stopped, she wasn’t sure how she wanted herself to feel about the whole thing just yet.

“I will see you then.”

“What’s your name? How will I know who you are?” She asked, getting nervous.

“Oh you’ll know.” He simply said before hanging up, Y/n swore she could hear him smiling, if that was even possible.

[bottegaprama]

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