Hi darling. I hope I'm not bothering you. Could you write prompt lists 3, 5, 6, and 8 for Maegor? Thanks â€ïž
Iâm doing only one prompt per character, so I will choose one of the prompts I havenât done already - 6 !! This will also have a bit of a shift compared to the other fics, bc I donât want to be too repetitive, so itâll be set in a modern au!
I have already written prompts 5 and 8 for Maegor, which I will link below:
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having them constantly on their mind, finding reminders of them in the most mundane of daily activities.
Aenys knows his brother can be a bit⊠much.
(He recalls secretaries leaving his brotherâs office in tears, turning in their resignations the next day. Executives from rival companies flinching and giving into his demands easily.)
The position paid well, he had said. But there was a nervous flicker in his eyes. Despite the feedback, they were able to at least get the position filled quickly. The salary after all, was nothing to sneeze at.
âAenys,â You say, eyes mildly alarmed, âAm I going to war or am I just filling in until they train the new secretary.â
Aenys swallows. His smile becomes strained, and you begin to regret agreeing to help him.
You, fortunately, had your own place at the company already. But somehow, Maegorâs brother had convinced you that while they train the next secretary, you could hopefully and temporarily fill in. At least just for now.
You consider arming yourself with the roll of bubblewrap and a stapler you found in the supply closet. You had been in there for a few minutes to calm your nerves, but as the closer to 10 AM got, you left; bubblewrap and stapler left behind.
Behind his desk, he looks like a normal-ish man. Well, as normal as a giant man with pale hair and violet eyes could look while glowering at the data sheet in front of him.
You donât know if you should feel offended by how informal it is. But you know when to pick your battles.
âYes, Mr. Targaryen had asked me to fill in, while they train someone new⊠Mr, Targaryen,â You finish lamely. Right, sharing the name and all that.
Maegor blinks. But then says nothing else.
âYou have a meeting that can either be done before or after your lunch, and your Mother has called, wanting to have dinner together,â You quickly outline.
For the meeting, the appropriate documents are taken from a folder he hadnât even realized you were holding. A small dossier even, about who he was meeting with, their quirks, if any.
You were well prepared it seemed.
âOh! Your brother also got you a coffee,â You say, placing the paper cup down.
Maegor nods, and you take it as the dismissal that it is, turning on your heel and leaving the office quietly. When the paper cup reaches his lips, Maegorâs nose crinkles. Some sweet concoction that Aenys had probably decided heâd needed. When a simple bit of milk and sugar would have sufficed.
It takes two weeks exactly to learn that you are good at what you do. Competent, and you donât fawn over him as if youâre hoping to land on his arm or on his bed.
The mini dossiers do wonders, and heâd have to remember to get you something as thanks. It certainly saved him as he had little people skills, nor had he wished to improve on them.
You also know what information needs to go to whom, without prompting. Sometimes your commentary manages to even get him to snort.
He thinks of the way you shared a side eye when an executive from Essos sounded like he was making an innuendo or something, rather than talk business. Even as you typed your report for that meeting, you had looked at Maegor with a look that asked: Was that a real interaction?
He leaned back in his chair, absentmindedly tapping a pen on some memo pad.
His mug of coffee was empty. He already imagined you lightly shaking your head, mentioning how much caffeine he could consume was probably bad for him. But at least it wasnât the iced monstrosities of sugar that Aenys sipped on with extra whipped cream and chocolate.
Caffeine is still caffeine, you said, placing a full mug on his desk anyway.
âMaegor,â Aenys had called him, shaking him from his thoughts.
âThey called me Maegor,â He says, his cheek resting against his fist while his eyes stared holes into another document that definitely did not need to go all the way up to his office. For a moment, he sounds⊠forlorn. As if such a thing could happen.
The new secretary had just started this morning. And because of that, you had returned to your proper department. A sticky note left on his desk that read: It was great working with you! was placed on his memopad.
His brother blinks. Once. Then twice.
âWell, brother, because that is your name,â Aenys says kindly.
The other hums. Or rather, grunts. Regardless he says little else. Itâs a silent dismissal, Aenys knows. But a part of him wonders if Maegor had realized what he had been feeling yet.