#yandere the interdimentional prince

[giorno-plays-piano]

House of Chains

Part VII

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x mage!reader

Warnings: noncon, yandere, obsession, canon-typical violence, chase, death of minor characters, some twisted hurt/comfort.

Words: 1.6k

Summary: In return for help to come back to your home world, you have been faithfully supporting the Greens to put Aegon on the throne. But when your promise is fulfilled, neither Otto nor Aemond are keen on letting you go.

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI |

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For a second, you debate if you are delirious from the interdimentional travel. He can't be here. Aemond is not a mage. Surely, it's your mind playing tricks on you for using too much of your power in the last couple of says.

But Aemond shifts, getting up from the tree trunk, and you make a step back instinctively, watching him like a dangerous predator that's ready to sink its teeth in you. He is here. He is real. And it means you know nothing about Aemond Targaryen who has tracked you down and followed you to the other realm, which shouldn't be even remotely possible for anyone but the Tower's magicians.

"You can't be here," you whisper, barely moving your lips, still clinging to a stupid hope that he's a mirage, an illusion made up by your inflamed brain.

Aemond curves his lips in a smile. "You left me no choice."

You forget how to breathe, feeling like a fish thrown ashore during a violent storm. The leather-clad man in front of you is no vision: he is of flesh and blood, leaving heavy footsteps on the sand as he walks over to you and you back down. How did he get here? Who might have taken him to the Tower? No sane magician would. It's a breach of a sacred law, and it results in the death of a mage in 10 cases out of 10. Besides, you would feel your brother- or sister-in-arms if they were that close to you in Westeros. Energy of a Tower mage is impossible to hide in a world that severely lacks magic.

Could it be a vagabond warlock? Some sort of ancient Westerosi ritual practiced by septons? No, no, both options are impossible, you are sure.

Then how?..

You realize you asked the question out loud only when Aemond starts to speak, "You've tried to get burned by Vhagar too many times. Did you truly think no one would spy on you?"

Confused, you cock your head to the side. Perhaps, in your stubborn attempts to get the goddamn dragon shoot flames at you, you have missed Aemond watching. But what's the purpose? How would it help him?

"And what of it?"

He smirks, all arrogance. "You've been doing it for so long I had the spell memorized. It was just a matter of time before we started teaching it to people."

"You- what?"

Suddenly, your hands grow cold. It seems like something you might have misheard. Or imagined, perhaps, delirious. Even the possibility of Aemond truly doing it makes you tremble like a cornered herbivore because it ruins everything.

No. He couldn't have. It is a long incantation, the one where you need to get every accent fall on the right syllable. One can't just memorize it like a simple phrase. Besides, how would Aemond even come to a conclusion that there are people capable of becoming magicians in Westeros in the first place?!

But he stands here, on the crossroads of the worlds, firmly, and you know a man like him would devour the Sun if he could.

"You told me once neither you nor your sworn sisters were from the same place as the world of Tower mages," he continues slowly, clearly prideful of wreaking complete havoc on your life. "And I thought that mages might come from all sorts of worlds. When you gave me an opportunity, I decided to put it to test."

He continues striding forward, forcing you to retreat further into the dead garden while you are unable to turn your back to him: it feels like he's going to pounce on you and eat you alive, the perfect predator. Even here, in a foreign realm, after an impossible interdimentional journey, Aemond looks like a prince, his attire immaculate, his long, milky hair out of his face, a sword hanging on his side as if he is planning to put it to use if you continue resisting. It might not be of Valyrian Steel, but it'll cut you in pieces all the same because you are spent, all magic wasted on the last incantation.

"I took 7 prisoners from the dungeons of the Red Keep and made them speak the words under Sunfyre's flames. 6 were burnt. The 7th, although he didn't magically transport himself to your world, strangely, he survived. I didn’t find a single scratch on him."

You still, your very heart sinking within you. A natural bearer of magic. A rare human being, but not the one impossible to find if you search hard enough. You are one yourself, and the mages of the Tower unceremoniously plucked you from your world when they stumbled upon you during their travels. Who could have thought Aemond, of all people, would find one.

There's not a meter between you two, your back is pressed against the tree, and it feels like there's nowhere left to run.

"I wondered why it didn't work perfectly, but then I remembered you've only ever wanted Vhagar's flames. Was the problem in Sunfyre? He is, of course, far inferior to the biggest and oldest dragon in the world."

Clenching the tree trunk behind you, you stare at the man, your eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep and all the stress you've been under, unable to eat, to think about anything but coming home, planning and scheming and threatening to get what you want. But, unlike you, Aemond looks fresh and well-rested, as if he finally slept the whole night long, his insomnia gone.

"Do you know what the 7th prisoner did after he disappeared in my dragon's flames?" Targaryen taunts, his lips nearly touching your ear. "He found the Tower and told your people who taught him the spell. Told them everything you've done for us, and that you decided to stay and get married to Westerosi prince."

Shivering, you plant your palms on his chest to push him away, but Aemond doesn't budge just as he hadn't that night back in the castle. Suddenly, he is a mountain, and you are the wind.

"They wouldn't-"

He raises an eyebrow at you. "Believe him? Do they need to? Even if they put him under a spell, they'd know how he got the magic words, and it's your fault. Now, what would be the punishment for such a severe crime?"

Not a sound comes from the ancient Babylonian garden filled with crooked black trees growing out of colorless sand as you stare back at Aemond Targaryen.

The penalty for sharing the incantation for traveling the realms is death upon arrival to the Tower.

Your tongue grows too heavy for you to say anything back to the prince. Tears fill your eyes, though, a silent answer to his question, and you gasp, struggling to breathe. Even if the spell was stolen, overhead, it is all the same to the magicians of the Tower of Babylon, which is why they all guard the words like a dragon its treasure chest The fact that you've been so careless would not be taken well, regardless of how much you plead innocence. And now, with Aemond being here, they would sense the arrival of one more stranger that is not supposed to be here... For all you know, you will either be banned from the Tower forever and forbidden to travel the dimensions, or you will die.

Out of all people, it is Aemond Targaryen who destroys you.

When he brings his hand to your face, he's unexpectedly gentle, wiping the tears rolling down your cheeks. "It took me some time to find a second prisoner who could withstand the fire, but I still found him. We came to your world together when you left me, and he is now delivering the same message to your masters. See now? It's fruitless. They wouldn't want you to come back."

Three people crossing the threshold to this realm. Three living threats. You are as good as dead to your found family, the proud mages of the Tower.

It's silly to ask a ruthless prince why, but you can't help yourself, a never-ending flow of tears wetting the collar of your robe beneath white cloaks's armor. "How could you do this to me?"

You have no strength left in you, so you just drop your arms, exhausted, and then Aemond takes your face in his hands, pressing his thin lips to your forehead.

It's awful, knowing he has never been planning to let you be free of him and his world, but the most horrible thing about it is that you still find some comfort in his tender touch, hungry for warmth.

It makes you sick, and yet you lean into him.

"Whatever you do, I will always take you back," he whispers gently, his hands caressing your head like you are a child. "Come home with me, and any of your crimes, past and future, will be pardoned."

He makes you bury your head in his chest, your body cold and numb.

"Whatever is mine, I will share with you. Whatever you want but I don't have, I will bring you," Aemond murmurs, planting more kisses on your forehead, your brows, and your eyelids while you cry your eyes out. "Break my heart if you must. Just come home. Come home with me."

As he lets you lean onto him, his palm on the back of your neck, you sob, cursing yourself for craving for the warmth of his touch. You know one thing: there is no other home left for you but his.

THE END

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[chocolatte-and-despair]

Let’s get some of the ROYALTY characters in here!! Can I request some headcanons for Miranda Vanderbilt, Damien LaVey and The Interdimensional Prince (there are prob more Royal characters but I forgot so-) with a super fxking charismatic, playful & flirty arranged marriage S/O who’s actually not playful & flirty around anybody but them? Sksksk *insert Character* is just talking to their friends like “bla bla bla S/O is so silly-“ and their friends are like,, “You mean the scarily apathetic yet charming Royal?? Them?? They’re silly???”

Miranda Vanderbilt

* Miranda honestly would be very oblivious when it comes to you being flirty with her. She would believe that's completely natural behavior and she would start flirting with others, thinking it was okay, and would only stop if you sat her down to explain it to her why it wasn't exactly okay. * When people would tell her that you act differently around them, she would be confused. How could that be? She had never seen you act like what they are saying you are acting. Did they know that lying to royalty was a crime? She wants them executed, immediately!

Damien LaVey

* Damien would be completely happy to flirt back with you. Honestly, the flirtier the better. He has some killer lines that he wants to practice on you, so he would love to try them out and see if you would be able to one up him or if he would be left into a blushing mess. * Damien would honestly be shocked, but also flattered at the same time. Does that mean that you really love him and show him a side that nobody else knows about? Stars, he really needs to step up his game, as you're melting his heart already.

The Interdimentional Prince

* Bob would honestly be quite happy with it. I mean, having someone charming is absolutely fantastic. He has been always a gentlemanly person who is pretty good at flirting, so he would adore for his partner to be able to give the same energy back to him at the end of the day. * Bob would be shocked. He never knew that the person that he was to marry was such a cold person. It made Bob very afraid. What other sides were you hiding from him? He simply didn't know if he wanted to know anymore.