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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 FIFTEEN (THE KISS)

Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Reader

TAGS - (REPOSED 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 mindSlow Burnit's so slowbut I think it's greatlike genuinely two idiots in lovebut they take soooo long to noticeUghI love fanfiction

(Special thank you to @throughgoeshamilton who laid their own series headcannons on me and then me expand them, and also listened to my headcannons and helped me expand them as well. Truly thankful!!! <3)

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“Hmm.” Aemond smiled as he finally leaned in, his lips pressed against hers so softly, too softly. The corners of his lips curling when Y/n let out a content sigh, leaning in closer, the kiss finally deepening. Aemond eventually pulled back, Y/n pouting slightly, her expression contorted in worry, Aemonds thumbs smoothing over the wrinkles that formed on her forehead as he smiled down at her. “If I kiss you again, Y/n.” He paused. “Everything will change.” 

She nodded her head, her eyes not leaving his. “I want things to change.” She whispered, maybe even pleaded, Aemond smiling as he leaned in again, this kiss almost frantic, Aemond pulling Y/n impossibly closer as her hands closed tighter around his wrists, the two of them unsure if the moment was real, their lips exploring one another’s as if there would never be another kiss, another moment to be this close. “Aemond.” Y/n breathed as she pulled away. “I can’t breathe.” He just chuckled, pecking her lips once, twice, before fully pulling away, his eyes opening to find Y/n breathing heavily, her lips pouting. “Just give me a second.” 

“Why don’t you put some pants on, hmm?” Aemond hummed, amused at the fact she hadn’t run off to do so sooner. Y/n nodded her head, her face heating up, the embarrassment she forgot about creeping up on her once more. “Since we’re already editing the rules.” Aemond said, Y/n’s smile disappearing. “Maybe no more answering the door pantless.” He teased. 

“You were banging on my door!” Y/n pointed out. “And you were yelling my name! I thought it was an emergency.” She crossed her arms, ready to defend her case. 

“I wouldn’t have knocked so hard, or called your name as loud as I did, if you answered your phone.” Aemond raised his eyebrows, daring Y/n to think of a comeback. 

Y/n just tilted her head to the side. “What am I getting dressed for?” She moved the conversation to something different, opening a dresser drawer and sifting around to find something suitable. 

“Just some errands.” Aemond answered, his head in her fridge as he looked for something she could eat before moving onto the cupboard to do the same. 

“What kind of errands?” Y/n asked puzzled, a few things in her arms as she closed her eyes, opening them back up and realizing that Aemond really was in her kitchen making her some toast, like a boyfr…

“We need to pick up your dress for tomorrow night.” He interrupted her thoughts. “some fancier shoes to match too, and Helaena ordered a necklace and earrings for you, so we’ll have to get those as well.” He said nonchalantly, speaking like picking up custom dresses, jewelry, and fancy shoes like he does the newspaper. 

“I don’t, I um, what do you wear for fancy shopping.” Y/n tried not to show her worry about shopping, the last trip eventful in all the wrong ways, and not something she wished to do again. 

Aemond looked to her, smirking at her still bare legs, though his face hardened when he saw her worried expression. “Just wear something comfortable, Y/n, and something warm, it’s cold outside.” He answered, turning back to the toaster, which took longer than he wished it would. “What would you like on your toast?” He asked, Y/n still scrambling to find something, t-shirts, sweaters, jeans, leggings, and socks suddenly piled up beneath, and around, her. 

“Uhm.” She sighed. “Just some butter, I guess.” Y/n huffed, turning around and picking a few things up, then throwing them back down. 

“Do you do this every time you get dressed?” Aemond asked intrigued, motioning to the room, now messier than it was a few minutes ago, Y/n’s shoulders shrugging. 

“No.” Y/n defensively said. “I mean, yeah, sometimes, I just, what do you wear to a fancy mall?” She raised her hands in the air defeated, her shirt riding up slightly, Aemond tensing. “I want to fit in.” Aemond opened his mouth to speak, but Y/n cut him off. “Please, just help me find something.” 

Aemond nodded his head, placing the finished toast on a random plate, then walking over, hands behind his back as he looked over the mishmashed pile of clothing. “You need a closet.” 

“Sure! Do you want me to go ask Gunner if he can build a closet for me ...” Aemond looked to her, almost wishing her to try and do as she said she would. “Pantless?” She finished, her words dying out. 

“I would much rather we keep you being pantless as an ‘us’ thing.” He smiled, leaning down slightly so he could be at eye level with her. “The only thing I want you to ask Gunner, is if he’ll let you out of your lease.” Aemond said, his tone serious, his eye locked on hers. 

“Why would I do that?” She tried to scoff, though it ended up much more breathy than intended. 

“So I can get you out of this shit …”

“Hey!” Y/n’s finger collided with his chest, Aemond putting his hands up to show his innocence as she stared at him with true anger in her eyes. “I know my apartment isn’t fancy, and it doesn’t have a closet, but it’s my home.” Y/n made sure her words were clear, and loud. “So be nice.” She pulled her finger back, Aemond smirking at her expression, her demeanor, how scary, yet, cute she looked, angry over his words, and still, somehow still pantless. ‘I lo… She’s quite cute.’ He thought. 

“Okay.” Aemond said giving up his fight and teasing, now genuinely looking over the clothing she had already pulled out. “Here, and here.” He handed her a long sleeve t-shirt, then a nice, unsurprisingly black, knit sweater to go over it, a new purchase he was happy to dress her in. “And then some jeans, where are your …” Y/n pointed to her bottom drawer, Aemond nodding his head as he crouched down to open it. “See, that was easy.” He said, handing her a pair of blue jeans, though the two of them were slightly shocked at his choice, seeing that he’s wearing all black, Y/n wondered if he owned any colourful clothing, and if not, maybe he had some fun socks. “Y/n?” 

“Hmm?” 

“Please, go put some pants on.” He chuckled, though internally he was screaming, her pantless look was at first cute, and a little funny, but at some point it turned distracting, especially when she lifted her hands up, the small peek he got at her stomach making him forget where he was for a few minutes. 

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Y/n did a little spin as she came out of the bathroom, smiling to Aemond who stood at her window. “How do I look?” Y/n asked, though her breath hitched when Aemond’s eye looked her up and down, assessing her body in a way he hadn’t before, her face suddenly heating.

Y/n just smiled nervously before walking towards the kitchen, picking up a piece of toast before biting into it. “I prefer you pantless.” Y/n took a deep breath in, toast crumbs suddenly stuck to the side of her throat, her chest heaving slightly as she tried to breath before she began coffing. “Y/n.” Aemond shook his head, taking the few steps towards her, opening up a cupboard and pulling out a cup, filling it up with water and handing it to her, his hand on her lower back as she took desperate gulps. “Are you okay?” He chuckled after she took her first full breath. 

“I was trying to play it cool.” She pouted before laughing, placing the cup down on her counter, Y/n avoiding Aemond’s eyes at all costs. ‘That was so embarrassing, I could die on the spot, right now, he's a TARGARYEN.’

“You’re adorable.” Aemond laughed, his hand gliding up her spine and resting on the back of her head as he leaned down and kissed the top of her head. 

“I almost died choking, on toast!” She held up the culprit. “And you think I’m cute?” 

“You almost died because I complimented you, to me, that's adorable.” 

“You have concerning taste.” Y/n muffled as she tentatively went to take another bite of her toast. 

Aemond held up her coat that was sat on her dining table. “I could say the same for you.” Y/n went to say something but her mouth was still full, Aemond continuing instead of giving her time to come up with something snarky to say. “We should probably stop by Stylner’s and get you a new one.” 

Aemond held the coat open and walked towards Y/n, her turning letting him help her into it. “I like that coat.” Y/n admitted, though quietly. 

“I’m sure you do.” He smiled. “But it’s getting too cold outside to wear something that has holes in it.” He explained, smoothing over the top of her head as she turned around, clearly ready to argue. 

“It …” 

“Doesn’t have holes?” He nodded his head, his hand slipping into the left pocket, his fingers then slipping through a hole at the bottom of it, wiggling against Y/n’s stomach. 

“Hey!” 

“Hmm?” 

Y/n grabbed a hold of his wrist, pulling his hand out of her pocket, replacing it with hers. “I like the holes.” She admitted. “It makes the coat unique, one of a kind, never seen before, a really cool coat…” Y/n rambled on as she smiled up at him, knowing she was getting on his nerves.

Aemond hesitated for a second, ‘I want things to change’, before crashing his lips against hers, his hands cupping her face, Aemond’s head tilting one way as hers tilted the other. Y/n’s one hand still stuck in her pocket when Aemond caught her by surprise, pinned between the two of them, her other hand staying still at her side, unsure if he felt comfortable with her touching his face just yet. “Hmm.” Aemond hummed as he pulled away, Y/n’s eyes wide, her expression confused. “I should have kissed you a lot sooner.” He smirked. “You get all quiet afterwards. I could have enjoyed silence a little more if I had indulged sooner.” 

“Indulged?’ Y/n questioned, her shock induced silence wearing off quickly. “What am I? Ice cream?” She feigned offense. 

“Y/n.” Aemond chuckled, his forehead resting on hers. “You’re going to be the death of me.” 

“Stop being a little baby, you love me!” She pulled from his embrace, grabbing the toast once again, hoping to finally finish it. Aemond on the other hand froze, his eye seemingly stuck in place as he let her words hit him. ‘I think I, do.’. Y/n realized her slip up, not meaning to bring in such heavy words like ‘love’ into whatever it was they had, at least not this soon. “I’m sor..” 

“Why don’t we go?” Aemond cleared his throat, embarrassed by how her words affected him, literally freezing him in place. He looked to Y/n, the guilt in her eyes clear, though neither of them wanted to bring up her previous words, or have any conversation surrounding them. “We can get some coffee on the way there.” 

“Yeah, sounds great!” Y/n nervously said, taking hefty bites of the toast before rushing to grab her phone and wallet, hoping outside would be a fresh start as she turned to open her apartment door, practically running away from Aemond as she exited. 

“Oh Y/n!” Miss Falker called out, stopping Y/n in her race to freedom. ‘Great, perfect timing Miss Falker, just stunning, really.’

“Hi Miss Falker.” She tried to smile. “How, how are you?” Y/n asked, wishing to be anywhere else. 

“Oh I’m alright.” Miss Flaker admitted, Aemond practically stumbling over Y/n’s pile of clothes and into the hallway. “Oh, you two love birds!” Miss Falker’s hand fell over her heart. 

Y/n sucked a breath in, Aemond shaking his head whispering. “Gods.”

“Well it was nice to see …” Y/n began. 

“Hold on dear!” Miss Falker interrupted. “Let me grab my camera, the two of you look so cute!” She turned to enter her apartment. 

Aemond huffed out a breath of air, but fixed his coat. “As cute as she is, Aemond, we are not letting her take a photo of us.” Y/n laughed, closing her apartment door and locking it before grabbing his forearm and pulling him towards the stairs. 

Aemond shook his head before planting his feet down. “Maybe she won’t hate me as much if she has a picture.” He reasoned, pulling out his puppy dog eyes, pouting just like Y/n does non stop, giving her a taste of her own medicine. 

“Aemond.” Y/n said seriously. “She will post the picture on the bulletin board.” 

“Are you ashamed of me?” Aemond played sad, his hand suddenly slapped against his chest like her words took his breath away. 

“No, but.” ‘Do I tell him the truth?’ “I don’t, I don’t think you want people knowing A Targaryen frequents here, I mean the public would swarm this place, and then …” Y/n lied, frantically trying to come up with any excuse she could, and Aemond saw through her.

“Okay, okay.” Aemond let up, Y/n’s eyes teary out of nowhere, her chest clearly rising rapidly. “It’s okay.” He reassured her, his hand falling to the small of her back. “We don’t have to take a picture.” The two of them made their way down the stairs, Miss Falker heard walking around before giving up. Y/n felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders when she walked outside, the fresh air filling her lungs, the cold wind helping to remember that everything was okay. “Do you want to talk about it?” Aemond asked, standing now a few feet behind her, wracking his brain for reasons why she wouldn’t want a picture of herself on a small bulletin board. 

“No.” 

[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.”

-

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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[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 THIRTEEN (THE LAST WOMAN)

Modern!Aemond x Reader

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&lt;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 mindSlow Burnit's so slowbut I think it's greatlike genuinely two idiots in lovebut they take soooo long to noticeUghI love fanfiction

(This chapter does get angsty, but all is solved in the end.)

(Special thank you to @throughgoeshamilton who laid their own series headcannons on me and then me expand them, and also listened to my headcannons and helped me expand them as well. Truly thankful!!! <3)

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“Aemond, where are you taking me?” Y/n asked, the buildings passing the car unfamiliar ones. 

“Home.” He hummed, his eye on the road, both hands on the steering wheel, every part of him focussed on driving, almost as if he was pretending Y/n wasn’t there. 

“You’re going the wrong way, then.” She pointed out, sitting up a little straighter in her seat. 

“I’m taking you to my home, Y/n.” He said coldly, the car making a turn his position never changing. ‘Y/n’ It was her name, but for some reason him saying it felt like a weight on her chest, ‘Why didn’t he use my nickname.’ Y/n shrunk back into her seat, thinking over what might be wrong, why he might seem agitated. 

“Aemond?” She whispered. 

“Hmm.” 

“I’m sorry.” She uttered, hands connecting with one another to fidget once more. “I should have been paying attention, I just, there was, I, someone.” The words for some reason couldn’t leave her lips. 'Alys, Alys was there, I saw red.’ 

“Alys.” Aemond hummed. “I know.” 

“Oh.” 

“I promise it’ll be dealt with.” ‘She will be dealt with.’ 

“It’s not her fault, Aemond, I’m the one who spilled the coffee, I …” 

“Don’t do that.” He said lowly. “Don’t blame yourself.” 

“But it is my fault.” Y/n insisted, hoping she could avoid any more past drama to be brought up because of her. 

“What did she say?” Aemond commanded, ignoring her previous comments. 

“Aemond.” 

“I asked you what she said, little dragon.” He didn’t back down. 

“She was just mad, she didn’t mean it.” Even Y/n was surprised at her protective stance over Alys, though she knew it was just because she didn’t want to recall what Alys said, she didn’t want to deal with whatever had gone down between the two. 

“Y/n, don’t make me ask again.” His voice got deeper, though he stayed in control, his eye was narrow, though never it left the road, and his foot never fell heavy against the pedal.  

“She seemed surprised that I’m fat, and I don’t know, I guess it just bothered me.” Y/n shrugged her shoulders. “But it’s the easiest thing to pick on, and I know that, so I just tried to ignore her.” The car was quiet other than Y/n’s words, the low rumbling of the car driving drowning out Aemond’s stressed breathing. “I got distracted when she started talking about you, she said I stole you from her.” Y/n seemed to wince at her words, the very thing she didn’t want to know about now the center of attention, though she quickly changed the subject. “Do I … Am I a charity case?” She questioned, more to herself, thinking about how she looked, her lifestyle, and where she worked, were those such defining features? 

“Y/n.” Aemond shook his head. “You aren’t a charity case.” His words were clear and specific, cutting through the silence and Y/n’s overthinking quickly. “You earn the money and things I give you.” He explained. “This is a job, it may not be conventional, but I didn’t give it to you because I felt bad for you.” He was almost hurt at the idea Y/n may think that of him, though he couldn’t blame her. Everyone from his world, albeit only two people so far, had looked down on, and verbally complained about Y/n and her status within his life, no wonder she felt the need to second guess his intentions. “This arrangement is mutually beneficial, you may need me, but I need you just as much, if not more.” He paused, shocked at his own confession. “If you’re a charity case, then I’m one too.” The car fell silent once again, grey buildings blurring outside as Y/n tried to come up with something to say. “I assume that wasn’t all she said.” 

Y/n contemplated telling him, did he really need to know Alys called her a whore? “Um, no, that was all she said.” Y/n decided, giving Aemond a quick smile, hoping he wouldn’t see right through her. 

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Before long the two of them had reached a tall building, the car descending down a small slope into an underground garage, fancy vehicles parked in each spot, she expected Aemond to pull into one too but instead he kept going straight. The lights seemed to get brighter the further they drove, Y/n figured they went down at least two levels before reaching the large vault-like door. Before she could even gasp, or ask what was inside, the door began to open, even brighter light shining through as more cars came into view. “Oh.” She murmured, her head swiveling to take in the room as the door closed behind them, Aemond just chuckling as she looked on in awe. 

The cars weren’t anything special, as Aemond would say, though each was from a popular brand, the most notable one parked in the back, the model older, clearly work had been done to it, the colour sapphire blue, the whole thing shining. “Hmm.” Aemond hummed as he noticed where her attention had gone. “My father gave me that one on my eight and ten year name day.” He almost remembered the moment to be a happy one, though quickly it soured as he remembered the moments that followed. He cleared his throat. “Are you ready?” He asked Y/n, her still looking at the car, her attention not on him for once, his feelings almost hurt. 

“Yeah.” She turned to him and smiled, unclicking the seat belt before leaving the car. 

“This way.” Aemond chuckled as he walked towards his elevator’s door, Y/n just standing still as she admired the sapphire car once more. 

+

The elevator was nice, Y/n didn’t have much to compare it to, though she could tell the black marble walls and clean dark wooden flooring was clearly a tad overkill for an apartment elevator. Then again Aemond clearly had good taste, his fancy clothing, expensive watch, collection of cars … So she assumed the elevator made sense in a way, why would he settle for something simple when he had the means to get exactly what he wanted? ‘Oh.’ When the doors opened Y/n’s eyes widened, the dark wooden flooring continued into the penthouse apartment, the whole living space within view of his ‘Front door’. “Hmm.” Aemond hummed, his coat placed on a bench, the painting above it an abstract of deep forest green and sapphire blue paints, a clear colour scheme that continued throughout. “Are you hungry?” Aemond called from the kitchen, his frame leaning over the black marble counters that matched the elevator, the green cabinets a nice contrast. 

“Oh, um.” Y/n took her own coat off placing it next to Aemonds, she wasn’t sure how to act in his home, it was huge, and yet cozy, a feeling she was unfamiliar with. Usually places in the red keep, the mall included, felt clean and cold, unkind almost, but Aemond’s apartment was the opposite. “Sure.” She wandered a little further, the entrance area a step above the rest of his apartment, a hazard if she hadn’t been admiring the shininess of his floors. 

“What would you like?” Aemond asked, the fridge now open, his demeanor much more comfortable now, than it was at the shop. “I could make you a grilled cheese? Some pasta?” He continued, trying to grab Y/n’s attention away from her surroundings. 

“I’ll have whatever you’re having.” Y/n kept wandering, the living room a few more steps down, though a railing covered most of the exposed drop, his sectional aligned against the corner of the ‘room’, a few chairs littered throughout, like he expected company, yet never had any. The tv was encased in a wall of shelving, books, movies, and neglected plants accompanying it. “Hey!” Y/n shouted happily. “I have this one too!” She smiled at the DVD copy of ‘The wars of Old Valyria’ “I prefer the book though, it covers a lot more of the personal entanglements of those involved with the main story.” She pouted slightly, placing it back in it’s spot. 

Aemond smiled as he looked at her exploring, her on her tippy toes as she looked at what occupied the top shelf before falling back to her flat feet. His chest warmed at the sight of her in his home, her socked feet padding through his living room as she interrogated his own personal library, a soft smile seemingly stuck on her face as she did so. He let his mind wander, the thought of her sitting on his couch in her pajamas, book in her hand, maybe a cat or two sleeping next to her as he cooked dinner made his heart squeeze a little too hard. Did he want that? ‘Yes.’.

“Mr Targaryen.” A muffled voice spoke, Aemond huffing as he walked back towards the elevator, a small black metal box the center of his attention, he pressed a button before speaking. 

“Yes Arryk?” Aemond was clearly frustrated, his tone sharp, the intrusion not welcome in the slightest. 

“Miss Rivers is here to see you.” The man’s voice was distorted through the radio, but his fear was evident. 

“Tell her to go home.” Aemond’s back straightened slightly, any previously peaceful thought in his mind fleeting. “Arryk?” Aemond yelled this time, as if the loudness of his voice could protect himself from what was to come.

“I’m sorry Sir, she just, she …” Arryk began to explain, his message was breathy and hard to understand. 

The elevator dinging cut the man off, Alys, who had yet to change, or even look phased by her previous activities, seemed to waltz in, her head held high as if she owned the place. “Aemond.” She smiled, her back turned to the room, Y/n’s mouth slightly agape, her burned hand clutched to her chest as she felt tears begin to build back up. Alys clearly didn’t see her as she began to take her shoes off, going to lean on Aemond for support, though he stood back. “Really?” She scoffed. 

“Alys, you need to leave.” Aemond’s arms were crossed, his voice not one of a concerned teacher, but an angry, clearly agitated man, a voice Y/n had only witnessed once before. 

“What?” Her eyebrows furrowed as she turned around, though she quickly stopped, her smirk dropping, all confidence draining as she saw Y/n. “Why is she here?” Her voice was quiet, clearly hurt by the image in front of her. 

“Why are you here?” Aemond retorted. 

“Because, because, Aemond.” Alys struggled to find the words she needed, though her sadness soon turned to anger. “I’m trying to save her.” Alys smiled, proud of her quick thinking. “Look at her!” She turned back to Aemond, her arm gesturing to Y/n. “She’s not built for this life, Aemond, we both know that.” Alys laughed. “You’re going to break her into a thousand little pieces.” Aemond’s mind began to spin. ‘Could she be right?’. “You should be with someone like me!” She yelled, though the noise was loud,  her words were what resonated with Aemond. “Someone who can handle your rules, huh? Someone who can take your bullshit, gods, someone who fuck you properly!” Alys was enraged, her voice echoing throughout the room, though every once in a while a sob would escape Y/n’s lips, Aemond’s heart breaking each time. 

“Alys that’s enough.” Aemond moved to stand in between her and Y/n, no longer letting the woman’s eyes bore into Y/n with vigor. 

“Aemond, she can’t satisfy you. You’ll only break her trying.” Alys’s eyes too were filled with tears, the image of the man she loved, who she so desperately wanted to love her back, protecting another woman, finally becoming too much. When Aemond didn’t move Alys just scoffed. “You know where to find me.” She said, bending down to pick up her shoes before entering the elevator again, her once confident, enraged demeanor now deflated, silent sobs wracking through her body. 

Aemond didn’t want to turn around, he didn’t want to face Y/n, Alys’s words still rung loudly in his mind, sure she said them to save face, but he couldn’t help but shake the idea that maybe she was right. “Aemond?” Y/n cried, his head hung low at the sound. “I, I won’t break.” She promised. “I won’t! I can handle the rules!” She was almost begging at this point, Aemond unmoving. “I like them, and I, I want to please you! I want to make you happy, and I will learn them, I’ll be good.” Her voice was high, like she couldn’t breathe. “I can, I can even …” She steadied her speech slightly, swallowing the urge to crumble. “I can learn to …” 

“Don’t.” Aemond hummed. “Don’t say that.” He read her mind, of course he wanted more with her, he wished to give her the world, to let her flourish under his care, but he couldn’t live with himself if he let her make a promise to learn how to fuck him just so he would let her stick around. Because if he was honest with himself he didn’t think he could get rid of her even if he tried, something about her pulled him back time and time again. He had to resist the urge to go back to her work after they first met up, he just wanted to see her again, and he didn’t hate himself for it, but it scared him, she scared him, she was different, she made him feel different.

He knew he could break her, it was always a risk, but that’s why the rules were there, he knew not to overstep, he knew to check in, he knew he had self control, and as much as he hated what Alys had done to Y/n, what she said, he appreciated the reminder. “Aemond?” Y/n sounded defeated, and she was, just as Alys’s words haunted Aemond, they haunted her too. She knew Aemond wouldn’t break her, Aemond ignored multiple broken rules that were clear as day, if anything she thought he was getting soft. But she worried Alys’s words broke Aemond, that they made him realize how she wouldn’t fit in his world, how she was the wrong choice, she worried that maybe this whole time the worries she had were valid. 

Aemond didn’t say anything back, he just made his way to her, his eye meeting her shaking frame. “Y/n.” He sighed, his one hand immediately laid atop her head, slowly sliding to cradle her neck, pulling her to him, her cries muffled into his chest as her hands wrapped around his torso. She just cried, unable to say something, unable to try and make a case, she was ready for the shoe to drop, for Aemond to retract from her grasp, but he embraced her instead, his other hand meeting her back, rubbing soothing circles over her shirt. “I’m sorry, little dragon.” He whispered, Y/n’s breath hitching slightly. “She shouldn’t have been able to get in here.” He admitted, his hand leaving her back as it found the other side of her neck, a position they had been in once before, their hugs, although limited at, now, two, seemed to always include Y/n crying. ‘I need to change that.’. 

“You won’t break me.” She whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks. “And if you do I don’t think I’d mind.” She said even quieter than before, wishing she could point her eyes to the ground, though Aemond’s hand made her keep eye contact, a smirk growing on Aemonds face as his thumbs wiped away a few falling tears. 

“Let’s start with some pasta.” He chuckled. “Then we can discuss the rules you broke in the car, hmm?” He didn’t want to get his hopes up, he didn’t want to search her words for more meaning then she gave them. She was still reeling from Alys’s words, all of them, her hand was most likely still throbbing, he would circle back to her comment another day, but for now he knew he needed to get some food in her and definitely some water. 

Y/n pouted. “Aw. I was rooting for grilled cheese.” She teased, her hands now resting on top of Aemond’s. ‘Lean in! Kiss me! See me!’. Aemond did lean in, but only to kiss her forehead before pulling away, walking her to the kitchen so he could scrap the pasta and make some grilled cheese. “My hand still hurts, you know.” Y/n brought up again, Aemond chuckling, happy to see her annoying yet endearing teasing come back full force. 

“I know.” 

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