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howyouloveyourdragon · 2 years ago

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I WILL SCREAM

MY NEIGHBOURS ARE ON THEIR WAY TO RN

Indulgence

Synopsis: You moved to the UK for two reasons. One was to escape your past life. The second was to maybe find yourself or a career or get rich or famous, you didn't know. Everything is sort of going to plan until a new regular appears named "Aeg". Either he was going to be your divine savior or your inevitable downfall.

pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x Reader warnings: possible alcoholic aegon WOO word count: 2k note: this is self-indulgent as fuck. A series I intend on actually following through with. This is inspired by people head-cannoning that Aegon would be famous irl so yeah.

As you slowly open your eyes, feeling a sense of grogginess, that doesn’t seem to go away. You roll over, hoping to catch a glimpse of the time and ease your worry, but instead you're hit with a stark realization.

It's already 1pm.

You let out a groan, realizing that you've slept through most of the morning. The room is still shrouded in darkness, and the clouds outside seem to be determined to keep the sunlight at bay. You feel a pang of regret as you think about all the things you should have been doing with your day, all the errands you were supposed to run, all the work you could have been finishing up.

But instead, you spent the morning sleeping in, and now you're paying for it. You reach for your phone, seeking a crutch to help you cope with the stress of the day ahead. You scroll through your not so popular Tumblr, hoping to find some escape from reality.

You recently made a bold decision to start a new life in the United Kingdom, hoping to escape from the haunting memories of your past. The experience has been completely new and different for you - everything from the climate to the cultural nuances. Gone are the harsh winters and hot summers that you were used to, now replaced by an overabundance of rain.

It was a friend you met online during covid, Ellie, who ultimately convinced you to make the move, and you're grateful for her support. Though she wears a hard exterior more often than not, she is kind, generous and undeniably compassionate.

You've settled into a small yet charming town that's just the right size - not so big that you feel lost in the crowds, but not so small that there's a lack of amenities or resources. There’s still stores for clothing, groceries, and hardware. Bonus fast food joints and several restaurants. It’s basically like a college town without most of the college shenanigans.

All in all, while there have been challenges in adjusting to your new life, you're grateful for the opportunity to escape your past and start anew. And with the support of your friend and this vibrant community, you're confident that you're on the path to healing and finding happiness once again… Unless another man comes along and tries to ruin it.

As you take in a deep breath, your nose is filled with an alluring aroma that immediately evokes images of delicious, fresh food being cooked to perfection. The scent is warm and inviting, with hints of savory herbs, sizzling spices, and the sweet notes of caramelized onions.

You can almost feel your mouth start to water as the fragrant scent swirls around you, tempting you to leap out of bed and follow your nose straight to the kitchen. With sleepy eyes, you make your way towards your chef-in-training roommate, who is perhaps the only source of such mouth-watering scents at this time of the day, and you cannot help but bother her for a bite.

It was a new hobby Ellie had recently picked up after her writer’s block eventually became too much to handle. Your stomach grumbled in anticipation. There is no denying the irresistible scent of freshly cooked food is the perfect way to wake up, and you cannot wait to indulge in its delectable goodness. “What’s on the menu today?”

You spooked her, Ellie, as you lovingly call her, dropped the spoon she was stirring the pot with and let out a less than manly yelp. The small kitchen is quickly filled by your own giggles as she curses, politely. “I- god- can you maybe not sneak up behind me.”

You grab a spoon and dip it into the pot… French onion soup. “Hey! Don’t eat all of it, my boyfriend is coming over soon.” You groaned and dropped the spoon into the sink. “Another date? Haven’t you spent all weekend with him?” You hear the ruffling of blankets coming from the living room. A less than put together Mina slowly enters the kitchen and sits herself on the countertop. “Ew men.”

Ellie moved her hands to her hips and stared at you both in disbelief. “He is not like most men.” Mina and you gazed at each other before chuckling silently. “You both should be more worried about yourselves; you look like hell.” You scoffed, “I had a late shift at the pub. It’s a miracle I even woke up.” Mina began mumbling to herself. “All I do is work and study every hour of every day. Of course, I look like shit.” Medical school was slowly kicking her ass.

“Shouldn’t you be at school anyway?” You raised an eyebrow at her. She faked three coughs, “i’m sick… which is why you need to let me have your soup.” She flashed her big brown puppy dog eyes. Ellie began stirring the pot more ferociously than before. “How convenient.”

As you sat there at your desk, staring at the glowing screen of the laptop, you could feel your mind wandering off into the realm of self-indulgent daydreams. It's funny how easily you can escape reality with a few taps of the keyboard. You weaved elaborate fantasies that offered an escape from the monotony of your everyday life. Sometimes you’ll do this for hours, other times only minutes.

The reality is you’re just wasting time, avoiding the fact that you have to get ready for yet another late shift at the pub. And it's not a job you particularly like or want, but it's all you could get. You didn’t have the luxury of attending college like most people so the job pool for you was small.

You know you should be doing something more with your life, but it's easier said than done. When you're stuck in a dead-end job with no hope for the future, it's easy to lose motivation.

So, you continue to write your little stories, dreaming of a better life, even if it's only in your imagination. And then, with a heavy heart, you dragged yourself away from the desk and got ready for work. It's not the life you wanted, but it's the life you have, at least for now.

When you arrive at the pub for your shift, you take a moment to assess the situation. It's a rather slow day, unlike the bustling activity you had last week when the band was playing. There are only a few people present, scattered throughout the pub and engaging in quiet conversations amongst themselves.

As you pour drinks and tend to the occasional customer, you can't help but overhear the conversations around you. It's a typical weekday, so it's not surprising that most of the talk centers around work and daily life. Despite the slow pace and lack of excitement, it’s not too bad. It's easy to distract yourself with the soccer game on tv… It’s soccer not football.

Occasionally, you notice a dude trying to make a pass at you but brush it off as you know that it's only because you’re American. It can be tiring at times, but you’ve learned to handle the attention with a smile and a polite rejection.

Then the entrance bell rings and the person walking inside catches your attention. As you watch him walk into the bar, you can't help but notice the stunning presence that he brings with him. His white, blonde hair is styled in a natural, carefree way, with short strands that cut off before his shoulders. The sharpness of his features really stands out. His jawline is well-defined and tapers down to his chin, giving him a distinguished look.

But it's his piercing blue eyes that really pull you in. They seem to have a magnetic pull, drawing you closer to him. And yet, as you look closer, you can see that there's a hint of darkness hidden behind them. Or maybe it is because of his deep dark circles.

The way he's dressed isn’t all that impressive. His black hoodie is casual enough, but the gold chain around his neck is anything but. It shines brilliantly in the light, catching your gaze and holding it there. There's something about gold chains that instantly makes you think of trouble. Only fuck boys wear gold chains anymore.

Even with all the warning signs pointing to him being trouble, there's no denying the fact that he's overwhelmingly beautiful. It's the kind of beauty that leaves you breathless. He definitely wasn’t from this area, unless he was. There was something vaguely familiar about him, but you couldn’t remember where you had seen him.

He sat down right in front of you with a big grin plastered across his face. He totally saw you starting; he looks even more familiar up closely! “What’s your special?” You blinked twice, “My special?” He nodded his head in an almost mocking way, “yeah… what is the drink your best at making?”

“Negroni… Sbagliato with prosecco in it.” His eyebrows raised and his lips made an upside-down U shape. “Sounds posh.” You took that as a ‘yes I would like that’ and started making it. “It’s not as posh as it sounds… just a fancy name.”

He downs it one go, not even attempting to savor the flavor. “Another?” He nodded his head with a smile. You weren’t exactly sure if he was an alcoholic, but the signs were there. Four refills smashed in minutes; you were surprised he wasn’t completely sloshed by now.

Honestly, the conversation started to flow faster than anticipated. He was charming but in a ‘I’m fucked up but relatable.’ His voice was deep, an accent you assumed was from Manchester. He didn’t use much slang either, so you assumed he was probably a rich boy.

As you spoke to this man, his charisma drew you in like a magnet, like the sun pulling the earth into its orbit, his every word commanding your attention. You made small talk, served him drinks, and listened to his stories. His presence, his laughter, and his smile seemed to surround you. And then, all of a sudden, time ceased to exist. The other customers faded away, the noise of the pub muffled, and you became lost in a world of your own with him. You found yourself laughing at his jokes and enjoying his company.

As the night progressed, you became so engrossed in conversation that you lost track of how long you had been talking, and how many drinks you had served him. Although it changed from your ‘special’ to whiskey, said it reminded him of America.

Even though from his perspective, he may have just seen an overworked bartender babbling on about her life, to you, it was something more. It was a moment of pure connection that made everything else stop from mattering. You were stuck in place with him, unable to look away or pull yourself away.

When the last few customers began to head out your conversation paused. Three hours! You’ve been chatting your head off for three hours! He didn’t seem to mind at all as long as he was getting spoon fed alcohol. You turned back to look at him and watched as the gears in his started to turn. “What days do you work?”

“Thursday through Sunday and holidays...! Why?” For a moment, you believed it was because he enjoyed talking to you. Maybe he even had an interest in you, and he could be your British boy. “You’re the only one who hasn’t cut me off.” It felt like an earth-shattering blow even though you barely knew him. Actually, he didn’t really say anything about himself besides a few side remarks.

He had been to America, he had a dog, he called soccer football, and he can handle his alcohol well. “Should I?” You raised an eyebrow at him as he grasped his glass. “Not unless you don’t want a big tip.” It was that cheeky smile again!

“If you’re meant to be one of my regulars, I’ll need your name.” His face paused as if you asked a life altering question. His mouth opened slowly as he drawled out his name, “aaaeg- it’s Aeg.”

“Like an egg?” He nodded, “like an egg.” That totally wasn’t the weirdest name you’ve ever heard. Before you could ask why he stumbled out of his chair and pulled out a wad of cash. He’s paying for my silence, you thought. “I’ll see you tomorrow, America.”

“I have a name!” As he stumbled to turn around, he flashed you another smile and pushed himself out the door. You were left utterly speechless and mildly disappointed. At least he promised to come again tomorrow…

His existence was shocking to say the least, especially in this area. Sure, there were handsome guys but not ones like him or ones who talked to you. His charm was like a gravitational pull, drawing in all those around. With each grin, the room lit up around you. Making you forget all work, lost in the sound of his voice, so soothing and deep.

Every stomach flip and cheek flush made it clearer you were helpless in his presence, leaving you in a trance. A spell that lingered long after he left. That unforgettable smile and flushed cheeks danced around your head for the rest of the night. Who exactly was he...? Probably an alcoholic running from rehab if you had to put money on it.

Aegon felt a pinch of regret shoot through his body as he uncomfortably shifted his weight from one foot to the other. His mind kept replaying the moment he had blurted out the nickname 'aeg' in a bid to conceal his real identity. He realized how stupid it was, but now it was too late to take it back.

The conversation with you had been easy and comfortable, unlike others he had recently. Aegon was genuinely enjoying his time with you, and the last thing he wanted to do was ruin it by you finding out who he was. Well, it actually offended him at first you didn’t recognize him but that quickly dissipated.

Aegon yearned for genuine human connection, but it seemed out of reach, blocked by his popularity, family name, and past bad behavior. Except you didn’t know who he was at all, so he didn’t have to deal with that.

As he walked away from the conversation, Aegon couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment in himself. He had missed out on the opportunity to sleep with you. Though you definitely were into him he got the sense you would reject him if he tried too early. He was good at reading people, one of his many talents. Another time, he thought to himself.

Aegon found you to be a breath of fresh air compared to the people he was used to being around. As an American with an accent, you stood out. Your beauty also caught his eye, as it was different from what he was used to seeing in Britain. Everyone looked related here, and your unique features made an impression on him.

Oh! and the best part about you was you kept serving him drinks even after he was past his limit. Not once did you try to mother him or act high and mighty in the face of a possible alcoholic. It was fucking amazing.

Your cute little giggle also drew him in, you never fully laughed. Maybe you could be his American girl, like the song. Or he would finally learn self-restraint and form a genuine bond with someone other than his dog. There was always the possibility if he did get close to you, you would leave like everyone else. Aegon wouldn’t blame you, he was a hard person to exist with. Time would tell of course but for now he intended to bother you a little longer for his own satisfaction.

And in case you’re wondering how a person like Aegon ended up in a college town instead of London… he was visiting his cousin, he got lost, his car broke down, and his dog threw a fit because it was cooped up in a vehicle too long. Aeg wasn’t some mysterious stranger with a cool backstory, he was just an idiot whose luck had obviously run out this year.

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