You should transcend the game with modern cinderella au with Aerion
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Midnight Mystery
Summary: One night. That was all it took for the infamous Aerion Targaryen to fall. A masquerade ball hosted by Lyonel Baratheon, he should have never went but he did. And now his mind is trapped on the mysterious girl who danced with him, he has no name, he doesn't even truly have a face to seek out. But what he does have is a phone charm and a dream. wc: 9k Warnings/content: 18+ content! mdni! Slight obsessive tendencies from Aerion but nothing too concerning. class differences. Grungy/alternative Aerion near the end. semi-public sex. fingering. Wall sex. Modern au! Aerion Targaryen x reader
"You need to move on."
Aerion choked out a strangled laugh which sounded more like a man gargling glass. "And how do you suppose I do that?" Aerion snarled at his cousin. He could not simply just move on and forget, he was not built like that. He stayed up all hours of the night, replying that fateful night over and over again in his head. What he would have done differently? He knew one thing, he would not have let you leave.
"Well for starters, you let go of that" Valarr pointed at the object which Aerion had been playing with, he hadn't let it go since he discovered it on the ground. Taking it with him everywhere, in hopes you would recognise it and ask for it back, then he would know who you were.
"You should also probably realise that you are not in love, love does not happen in one night" Daeron pointed out. Aerion did not even know why he was here, Aerion had no need nor want of his opinions. Surely there was a wine bottle nearby that needed tending to, he wished Daeron would go and find it.
Aerion scoffed before even considering a reply to his brother's words. "You fell in love with wine in one night at the ripe age of 14" Aerion snapped at Daeron who shouldn't have even been offering advice. Aerion would rather set himself aflame than take a suggestion from his drunken brother, "Why is it unacceptable that I have taken a liking to a girl in one night?" He asked but it was not a question, he did not want them going on about it.
"Love doesn't happen in one night, infatuation does. That is what this is" Valarr sighed, tapping his index finger on the table. He was beyond tired about hearing of this mystery girl who had stolen his irrational cousin's heart. He did not even know his cousin had one to steal but alas.
He shook his head, arrogance coming out in waves from him. "Infatuation, obsession and love are the same thing" Aerion claimed much to Valarr's alarmed expression. He did not care what specific word was used to describe the feeling he got when he thought over that night, he would not twist himself into knots over it. He knew one thing, he wanted the girl he danced with, and he would have her.
Valarr had begun to shake his head rapidly, his head moving from side to side quickly as to further emphasis his point. "NO! Love and infatuation are NOT the same thing. Do you hear and understand the words which I am speaking to you" Valarr said loudly, concern etched into his features for the poor girl who had caught Aerion's eye.
"I hear you and understand you perfectly well. I just chose to ignore your opinions" Aerion smile, sharp teeth on full display like he was a rabid animal, a beast showing off his fangs before he attacked.
Daeron looked between them slightly confused, his eyes flitting from Aerion to Valarr. "Why are you so focused on her? You know scarcely anything about her. She could be from Fleabottom" Daeron didn't understand, he couldn't understand. He was not the one who danced with you, or spoke with you. He was not there when you looked into his eyes and saw him.
A few days earlier…
It had been a quiet afternoon of studying in the library with Lyonel. You were studying, he was sat on his phone. He was planning a masquerade ball, you didn't even know people still did them anymore. But you did not know the bizarre ways of rich people even if you did come from from a moderately well of family. But that was in the past, you did not benefit from that anymore, you hadn't in a long time. "I can't go" You blurted out, you had meant to tell him in a nicer way but hearing him talk about it all day had stressed you out to no end.
He paused, his fingers which were tapping against his phone screen stilling. "Do not tell me you cannot go, it is my event. It's my birthday, you cannot miss my birthday" He said.
"I don't have a dress" You told him, it was true. You had no dress which would be fit to wear, nor did you have the money to simply buy one randomly. You were already tight for money on rent, you only earned minimum wage and rent in King's Landing was expensive.
He rolled his eyes and let out a loud laugh, "I will buy you a dress, you have to come. Do not leave me surrounded by these mongrels."
"Those mongrels are your friends" You reminded him, shaking your head at his unkind words. But you were not surprised, it was not the first time he had insulted them and it would not be the last. It was his way of giving affection, at least you think it was. You weren't entirely sure.
He scoffed at those words, raising his chin up high, "Mongrels all the damn same" He murmured. But at the end of the day, he was the one who sought all his friends out. He was an extrovert through and through, generous with money and carefree. He gained all his friends in one way, clubbing. He was charming and friendly, and could afford many free drinks. You thought that he might have been interested in you at first but you quickly realised that he was simply uncaring when it came to money.
"Say I do let you buy me the dress, how can I pay you back for it?" You asked, tapping your pen on your blue covered notebook. You didn't want to take from him, free drinks were one thing but a dress? That would be far to expensive.
He sighed, he knew you enough to know that sentence was you basically telling him no. You wouldn't be able to pay him back, he wouldn't accept the money even if you had the funds. Not out of kindness, but because it would be insulting for him to take money from a poor person. "If you truly despise the concept of having me pay for it, I'm sure Rowan or Tanselle would be more than willing to lend you a dress. Rowan most likely has plenty. None really your… style though" He remarked, his voice teasing slightly.
You were silent for a moment, your brain taking a few seconds to fully register what he had just said to you. Needless to say you were slightly insulted. "What's that supposed to mean?" You cocked your head to the side, narrowing your eyes as you looked directly like him. You were trying to look intimidating but you already knew it was not working, he had a smirk on his face and seemed rather amused by the whole thing.
Lyonel didn't think too hard before replying, he actually replied instantly which was the more offence part rather than his words. "She's sexy, you are… soft. It's not a bad thing" He said, slightly trying to comfort you at the end but not overly.
"I can be sexy" You huffed, crossing your arms, your posture becoming more defensive. He just laughed at you like he always does. That's one consistent thing about Lyonel, he laughs all the time. No matter the situation, whether it be joyous or depressing, he'll find a way to laugh.
He raised his hands up in surrender, clearly not wanting to go on and on about this with you. He had an event to plan. You'd rather make your own dress than ask him to buy you one, you had made clothing before. You weren't a designer by any means but you were good at it, not many people could say they have hand-stitched an entire dress before. You can, you had done it in high school. More recently, you had helped Tanselle with costumes for a play she and the other theatre students were putting on.
The days leading up to the ball passed quickly, too quickly for your liking. You had been working with Tanselle on your dress and hers. Yours was a soft blue colour, Tanselle had called it your signature colour. You wore it most days, even when you didn't realise. Even your phone charm was light blue, white and silver. The bodice was tight fitting, Tanselle had helped with the measuring and pining the fabric so it would be perfect, the skirt of the dress was that of a typical ballgown, it made you feel slightly like a princess. You had sewn blue and white butterflies and flowers into the bodice of the dress, to make it feel a bit more flashy but you did not do much more than that.
Hers was turquoise colour, flattering on her complexion. She had been wearing that colour the day you and Dunk met her. You remember his eyes widening into the size of saucepans when he spotted her in the crowd. However, you don't believe he has made a move. Not yet anyway, you hoped he would eventually.
It was nice, to do something like this with a friend. It was a tad bit expensive but far cheaper than buying a fancy dress. Besides, it was the memories that would count in the long run. Standing in the fabric shop, holding fabric to each other's bodies, to see what would be flattering. Feeling the material under your hands, imagining what it would feel like against your body for the entire night. You had to choose something comfortable enough, it couldn't be itchy or scratchy, you don't know how long you will be wearing it.
You took a few steps back away from your work, wanting to see it from a distance. Needless to say you were impressed with yourself, it actually looked good. "I think I chose to study the wrong thing, maybe fashion was my true calling" You commented, laughing out of relief. You were worried it would end up looking like a fancy dress costume but it didn't, it actually looked good. Like a proper dress, you had kept it more to the simple side but that was fitting. You were going for your friend, you didn't want to attract unwanted attention.
"Well the same could be said about baking? You are an amazing baker" Tanselle complimented.
"I should have. But no, I chose history and sociology. Why did I do that?" You whined. You spent every day learning the horrors of the past and how humanity was bound to repeat them once again. What good was history when it came to a job? You had practically set yourself up for failure, that's what happens when you follow your passions in life. That's why humanity students struggle to find jobs more than any other field of study. But apparently they are statistically happier so… you win some, you lose some.
You felt out of place, like an imposter. It had been a long time since you were allowed to step into a room like this as a guest. There you were, in a fancy ballroom with the richest in the realm. It was Lyonel's birthday after all, some weren't even from your university. You imagine some had travelled far to get in his good graces but you doubt Lyonel would even remember this night. He was already drinking enough to supply a small town, you wondered how many bottoms would be empty come the morning.
A man had come over and stood beside you, he didn't say anything, he stayed completely quiet to the point it was unnerving. He looked like a prince, like he had escaped an animated movie and found himself in a somewhat familiar place. His suit was red and black velvet, more than likely from a designer brand. His hair was silver-gold, you knew what that meant, everyone did. That hair meant one thing, Targaryen blood. A person who you do not want to end up on the wrong side of, you had studied many Targaryens in history, from when the world was far different than it is now. Many merciless and cruel leaders.
His jawline was as sharp as a sword, all his features that you could see were sharp and angular. You know the history of Targaryens was linked to dragons but you had never met someone who actually looked like they could be a dragon in human form. His pale skin looked soft as can be but his demeanour was hard and as rough as stone. He did not give the appearance of a kind man, handsome but unkind, but appearances aren't everything.
"Who in their right mind wants a masquerade ball for their birthday?" He scoffed, he didn't turn his head towards you or acknowledge your existence in any way. You could not tell if he was simply crazy and talking outloud to himself or if he was looking for a reply from you.
You huffed a laugh before replying, "That's Lyonel Baratheon for you, always doing the bizarre and unexpected. The less you expect it, the more likely he is to do it."
The Targaryen looked at you for a moment, his striking purple eyes meeting yours before looking you up and down. He was studying you and made no efforts to hide it, tearing apart your very being right before your own eyes. It was uncomfortable to say the least, it made you feel less like a human and more like a piece of furniture on display. "You know him well?" He asked, finally looking into your eyes once again.
You nodded, "We're friends. He's kind, a bit egotistical but what Baratheon isn't?" There was no hidden insult in your words, pointing out his ego was not a jab at him, it was simply a statement. It was a common known fact among all the regions, Baratheons were known to be prideful people.
"Truer words have never been spoken. Far too proud of themselves" Aerion had meant it as an insult. Baratheons were loud and arrogant, always having a smug look on their faces. It was unpleasant doing business with them. At galas, they were loud and obnoxious, laughing loudly at their own jokes as if they were comedians. They were not.
You hummed a noise which wasn't a sound of agreement but it wasn't one of disapproval either. Just simple acknowledgement of his opinion. "I don't necessarily think that's a bad thing" You admitted, "It can be a bit much sometimes but… it makes Lyonel who he is, loud, funny and charming so I hear."
"That man and charming do not go together" Aerion spat, "Repulsive comes to mind" He added.
"You're too judgmental, do you even know him?" You asked, perhaps the mask that obscured your features ever so slightly had made you more confident, more willing to speak your mind. But someone had to say it, humanity was cursed with making judgments too early, coming to conclusions far too soon. Then once the mind is made up, it will be most unlikely for it to change.
"I know him well enough" He sneered. It was clear he found Lyonel distasteful, his eyes narrowed beneath his mask and facial features screwed up as if he had eaten something disgusting. You did not know someone could express so much emotion with half their face obscured by a mask.
"Well I suppose you are a Targaryen, most likely done business with them, right?"
The corners of his lips twitched upwards, his lips were in a tight straight line before they turned into a subtle smirk. Gone the disgusted look on his face at the mention of Baratheons, now there was only the look of pride. "So you know who I am?" Just like the look on his face, there was pride in his voice, a smug and confident sound which was created by being recognised. You may live under a rock most of the time but you know who that choppy silver-gold hair belongs to. Aerion Targaryen, the second son of Maekar Targaryen. You had heard nothing good about him besides his looks but you didn't bother yourself with the opinions of others.
You let out a short laugh, not to mock but simply just a sound which escaped you for no reason in particular. "It's not like you made an effort to hide, your hair catches the light very easily" You explained, lifting a hand subconscious to refer to your own hair which was not so distinct.
He nodded his head to the side in acknowledgement, "it's only fair you tell me your name now" He demanded. You could tell by his attitude that he was used to getting what he wanted. It was valid, when you were rich and your status placed you at the top of the world, higher than everyone else, you became expectant. He believed that he had the right.
You smiled, shaking your head. "Why should I? The whole point of a masquerade ball is the mystery, is it not?" You asked. You were sure that is why Lyonel had chosen it, the whole mystery behind who the other people were. Face coverings, pretending to be what you were not, it got rid of the cliques which were pre-existing. It made it easier to gossip as well, they wouldn't have a name or a face to put to the messenger.
You watched as he straightened his suit jacket before turning his body towards yours, "You have a point. The least you can do is dance with me." His hand was outstretched like this was a scene from a romance book, a fairytale where the Prince asks the Princess to dance. You did not know such things could happen in real life, it all seemed rather ridiculous.
But you did, you looked at that outstretched hand and placed your own within it. You felt his fingers curl against yours, your skin touching his, sending fireworks through your body. It was like your nervous system was having a field day, your skin was practically tingling, but it wasn't unpleasant. It was warm.
You weren't the best dancer, especially not when it came to social dancing. The last time you danced like this was during your winter ball at high school. But Aerion was good at dancing, he moved with elegance and he was light on his feet. He was surprisingly graceful in his footsteps. He didn't complain about you not being the best, he didn't even look angry when you messed up. Rather he seemed slightly amused, subtle changes in his demeanour which gave away his hidden mirth.
You don't know how long you danced with him, but what you do know is you barely danced with anyone else. There were a few dances which caused you to have to switch partners but he was always finding his way back to you, it was as if he was opposed to letting you stray too far. You didn't mind it, you found yourself eager to look into his purple eyes once again. He was good at conversation too, sharp tongued and made no effort to sugarcoat his words and yet that somehow made conversation with him all the more interesting. He was not afraid to be blunt, to say things how they were. You admired that about him.
"I'm going outside" You told him before pausing, "Do you want to come with me?" You asked, extending the invitation. It had begun to feel stuffy in the room, perhaps it was just you but you wanted to walk around the grounds for a bit. It would help you cool down and it would be nice to just go on a calming walk.
He thought for a moment before nodding, agreeing to go on the walk with you. Rushing over to your assigned seat quickly, you grabbed your bag and slung the white strap over your shoulder before returning to Aerion. He stuck out his elbow like a proper gentleman, waiting for you to grab onto him before you began your walk. It truly felt like you had been transported to another time.
The gardens were beautiful, white roses surrounding the outside and tall willow trees giving shade. The sky was a dark blue colour, the stars shining brightly above you. It was magnificent, so many stars twinkling in the sky. It was also a full moon tonight which made it all the more significant.
"Did you know that some people think that a full moon can heighten emotion?" You asked, looking up at the massive full moon, there weren't many clouds obscuring it which made it feel a whole lot bigger.
"What nonsense is that?" Aerion asked, squinting his eyes at you. He had taken his mask off, you already knew who he was so he saw no point in wearing it anymore. He didn't like how it felt against his face anyway. He was devilishly handsome, you had already known as much being seeing his full face made it more apparent. His nose was as sharp as the rest of his features, his eyes narrowed in a way that it looked like he was glaring the whole time.
You shook your head with a small giggle at his blunt reply, "It's just what some people think."
"Some people would think it is rude for one not to reveal who they are when the other person has."
"And someone would say that taking the mask off would ruin the whole point of the party."
He clicked his tongue in annoyance, he did not want to give up but you were not relenting, you were not giving into his demands or jabs. "If you won't tell me your name, then tell me where you hail from?" He asked, trying to seem uninterested but you both knew he was. That he was bursting at the seams for information about you, the whole appeal of mystery was lost on him clearly. He did not like it when it was not on his terms. You knew more about him than he knew about you, he did not like this fact at all.
"I'm from The Vale" You replied truthfully.
He made a sound acknowledgement as his head tilted to the side, "I would've guessed The Reach" He remarked. He never did like The Vale, it was an odd place. The Reach seemed far more fitting to you in his mind, especially Highgarden. He had been there a few times, business reasons but it seemed nice enough. You would suit being amongst the pretty flowers and beneath the soft, warm sun. It would be far better than The Vale, such an isolated and harsh place.
You smiled, some people had told you the same thing but you never understood why. "I've actually never been to The Reach" You admit. You've always wanted to go, apparently Highgarden was beautiful no matter what time of the year it was. You hoped to see it one day, perhaps go there for a while after finishing your studies. You didn't desire to go back to The Vale, not with the people who were there waiting for you. Not with your supposed family remaining there. You'd rather stay poor than go home to them.
"I'd take you there" He said with no hesitation, he took no seconds to think or go over his words. Your eyes widened for a second, looking at him with shock before you had composed yourself. He said it so casually, like he was discussing the weather. He did not mean it as a joke, his voice straight and serious as if he was promising you that he'd actually take you.
You laughed and waved your hand as a signal for him to stop, "You do not even know my name or who I am. You cannot say you would take me anywhere." You shook your head at his words, finding him to be ridiculous.
He shrugged, his hands firmly in his trouser pockets as he did so. "It is you who won't share your name, I have asked for it" He argued, it was the truth though. You could easily tell him your name but that would ruin everything.
"You wouldn't like me, trust me on this" You told him, you were sure in your words. He would have no reason to like you, he liked the chase and the mystery. If he found out you were a poor girl from The Vale because you were kicked out by your step-family, a girl who had a part time job and student loans, yet still struggled to pay rent. All because she desired a life of her own, one not controlled by her step-mother. If he found out you made your dress, not because you wanted to but because you could not afford to buy one that measured up to the other girls. He wouldn't have given you the time of day at a normal event.
He smirked, "You are probably right, I don't like many people" He seconded. He didn't discredit your words, you were surprised that he outright agreed with you. He made no effort to assure you, to try to prove you wrong. Strangely, that made you like him more. He was honest, regardless of how rude it came across.
"So I hear. I've heard a lot about you but I try not to let other people's opinions affect how I see someone."
He choked a laugh, "Clearly, you wouldn't let me so close if you listened to people say how volatile I am." He leaned in close when he said it, you could practically feel his breath of your face, his body heat radiating towards you. He ran hot.
You could only shrug at his words, if you did listen to others, you probably would have ran in the opposite direction the moment you saw him. "It only makes sense for you to be so explosive in temperament, you are the blood of the dragon. You look like a dragon in a way actually" You noted, not thinking much about what you were saying. You assumed people must have said as much all the time.
But he clearly cared about what you said. He stopped dead, his body going completely still. "Do you mean that?" He asked, his voice serious.
Your eyes looked all around the place, trying to find a reason for such a large change in him. He became so serious, his posture so rigid that it almost scared you. He really did change at a flip of a switch. "I mean, yeah? That's why I said it" You replied, your voice had gone somewhat nervous. His whole demeanour had just changed so quickly from one simple comment.
Your back was against the large willow tree, the leaves dancing gently in the comfortable breeze of the night. He was in front of you, he was so close. You don't know when he had gotten so close, but you were disturbed by it. You welcomed it far too much.
"I think you are the first person to ever mean that in a positive way" He muttered to you. His eyes traced all over your face, as if he was trying to piece together what you would look like without the light blue mask covered in white lace. But that was the funny thing about human brains, even with most of your features visible, he wouldn't be able to properly picture what you truly looked like under the mask.
Your breath hitched when his eyes went down to your lips, staring at them intently with no shame. He had no reservations, he looked up at your eyes briefly, searching for something. Perhaps a sign of disgust or displeasure but he found none. You think that is what sealed his decision, he pushed himself forward, his lips meeting yours.
For a man who looked like he was carved from stone, his lips were soft. But he was not, he was not gentle within the kiss. No, it felt like he wanted to consume you, to tear you apart with his teeth. You had never imagined being kissed in such a way, in a way so aggressive that it felt like a battle, teeth clashing against teeth. But now that it has happened, you couldn't imagine being kissed in any other way. The aggression, the desire that he made no effort to hide in the way his teeth had tugged against your bottom lip, it made it feel so much more carnal. Like it was pure, raw and unfiltered desire that drove him.
He body forced yours harder against the willow tree, the jagged bark digging into the skin of your upper back which was not covered by your dress. You didn't mind it, not at all. The pain added to it, felt like it was a part of the experience. His hands were around your waist, holding you tightly. His hands were warm, it felt like his touch was burning you. The night air was cool but nothing would extinguish the heat of desire you had begun to feel.
Until a cold panic washed over you, nudging him away quickly and reaching into your bag. You pulled out your phone to check the time, surely it couldn't be that late already. You surely haven't spent that much time with this man, he couldn't be that fun.
00:01
"Shit… I've got to go."
He looked at you with a funny expression, his eyes narrowing. "What?" He asked,
"I've got work in the morning… I- uh, lovely meeting you" And with that you ran, you didn't know that the fast pace action had caused your phone charm to break off. Falling into the grass with no sound due to the light weight of it. You wouldn't discover that until the morning.
But he noticed immediately, going over and picking it up. Looking at it and just wondering, who are you?
Daeron couldn't help but laugh, finding the whole situation bizarre. His younger brother's heart had been ensnared after a simple dance and conversation. His brother who hasn't been in a committed relationship because he didn't value human connection enough. "That's it? You danced with her, had the briefest kiss of kisses to ever exist, then she ran away from you."
"She did not run, she had work in the morning" He said defensively, not liking the implication that you disliked him enough to run away. You seemed to have liked him more than enough that night, you said he looked like a dragon. People had said as much before but you meant it sincerely, you were not prompted into saying such things. You just did. You saw something in him, you saw what he saw when he looked in the mirror. You saw him, completely and entirely. He very much wanted to see you in the same way. Besides, the kiss was not very brief but he didn't exactly want to discuss that part. That was only for him to know.
Valarr ran his hands through his hair while muttering something to himself. He was trying to decide if he wanted to help Aerion or not. It would stop whatever obsession spell Aerion was under if he helped, he would no longer have to hear about the mysterious girl in blue at midnight. On the other hand, he would be cursing this poor girl's fate, if she wanted to speak to him again, she would've by now but she hadn't. "If you want an honest suggestion, put a picture of it up and ask if anyone recognises it? Although the only issue is that if she is avoiding you because of who you are, she won't respond to it. Have someone else do it, you'll be able to find someone"
Aerion nodded, his lips twitching upwards. "So you can be helpful" He remarked with a smug smile.
"I don't like you" Valarr groaned, hiding his face in his hands. But Aerion hadn't forced him to help, he did that all on his own. That was the problem with Valarr, he created his own problems by trying to fix everyone else's. Aerion would much rather cause problems for everyone else and only fix the ones that would benefit him, why would he help others if it didn't suit him. If he wanted to help others, he'd study medicine instead of business management.
"I don't like you either, I'm glad we agree on something" Aerion got up from his chair, slipping the phone charm into his pocket where it would be safe. "I've got a lovely lecture about ethics, then practice." He didn't say it because they were particularly interested, he just wanted to prove he was doing more than them. That he was more disciplined, ice skating required perfection and Aerion was just that.
"Oh you should pay attention to that, pretty sure they made that lecture specifically for you" Valarr jabbed, his voice filled with so much mirth that it almost sickened Aerion.
Aerion smiled wickedly, "Just to let you know, I've transferred into your business law class. Can't wait to meet your girlfriend" He chimed, his voice mocking as he slung his back over his shoulder and walked away. He laughed to himself, thinking about Valarr shocked expression that had quickly morphed into anger. Oh how he loved his family.
"Hey, someone found my phone charm!" You exclaimed happily, turning the phone to Dunk and Lyonel. You had been scrolling through numerous posts on the University feed when you had spotted it, you had never been happier. You had hoped someone would be kind enough to report it lost and luckily someone had.
"Were you really that upset about a phone charm?" Rowan asked, propping her head up with her hand. Looking at you with a slightly judgmental face, her ginger eyebrows slightly furrowed.
You couldn't help but pout a little bit at her words, "Yes. I'm sentimental, can't help it" You explained, they all thought you were rather silly. Looking for a phone charm that meant basically nothing but you liked that phone charm so it meant something to you. You didn't want to have to make a new one, you could easily but you didn't want to. This one was perfect and you were exceedingly stubborn when you wanted to be.
"Who found it?" Tanselle asked.
You shrugged, you didn't recognise the name. You usually were good at remembering who people were once you had met them so that must have meant you've never seen this person before, "I don't know… someone on the ice skating team I think." You only knew that because in their profile picture, you could see the University Ice Skating team logo.
"You know who else is on the ice stating team?" Rowan leaned in close, "Aerion Targaryen" She had this playful sound in her voice, like she was teasing you for having a crush.
"Shut up" You whined, "That's purely coincidence."
Lyonel made a disgusted noise, like he was about to die of heatstroke. "Do not act all shy and flustered when Aerion Targaryen is mentioned, I told you many times, he's the devil" He put his hand up as if to put an invisible wall between the two of you, as if your crush on a Targaryen would steal his life force.
You thought back to the other night, trying to place their fears within the man you had danced with, the man you had kissed. Even thinking about that was enough to make you feel hot, it wasn't as if you hadn't kissed a man before but it just felt different with him. The scenery made it feel far more romantic than it was. "He seemed rather kind when I spoke to him. A little sharp tongued but he didn't do anything to hurt me" You told them, trying to prove that he was nicer than people say. You just won't mention the part where he tried devouring you through a kiss, that might not have the desired effect.
Tanselle shook her head with a sorrowful smile on her face, like she was already mourning the loss of you. "Just because someone doesn't hurt you, doesn't mean they are good. Do you know how many serial killers you walk past in a lifetime?" You honestly don't know what that has to do with anything. It seemed like an unfair comparison.
Dunk finally looked up from his phone, he wasn't too invested in the conversation as he didn't understand most of what was being said. He did not know who Aerion was, if he was truly as monstrous as they say or not. Therefore, he saw no need to contribute. "I don't see the big deal, if she likes him then so what?" He asked. With the eyes that fell onto him, he felt like he had said something severely wrong.
Rowan rolled her eyes, running her fingers through her long red hair which was pulled over her shoulder. "Of course you'd say that. You don't know how evil he truly is, he would corrupt her. Would you give a flower to a dragon? No" She argued, shaking her head slowly.
You got up from the grass, dusting your jeans off before reaching down and grabbing your bag. "Corrupt me? I think you all see me as a child" You complained, "I can make my own decisions, whether or not you think they are the right ones. He wasn't cruel to me at all, he was kind!" You exclaimed. You were tired of your kindness and gentle disposition being used to make you could to be akin to that of a child. Your kindness did not mean you were naive or innocent, you just saw the best in people. There was nothing wrong with that.
Lyonel sighed, "Oh come on! Don't be upset, we are just concerned about you. God knows what dragons eat? You may be on the list of things" Lyonel yelled, using his hands to amplify the sound. He was already loud enough as it was, no need to make himself louder. You turned your head and narrowed your eyes at him, glaring daggers into him. It made him laugh, he found glee in your anger. It was an unusual emotion which you wore, you believed angry was an ugly emotion but you can't help but feel frustrated when they treated you like a kid.
You could make your own choices and deal with the consequences that those choices brought upon you. That is why you immediately messaged the person who had your phone charm. They told you to meet them at Ice Rink at 4:30pm, that was pretty late but you suppose it made sense, you were sure they were busy with practice. So you waited until the time they said and went to the sports centre, you had never actually been there before. You had no reason to, you didn't do any sport societies nor was your scholarship sports based like Dunk's.
But you scanned your student ID and walked in, looking around for anyone there. The building was fancy, clearly well funded with a large ice rink in the centre of the room. You didn't know much about what the ice was supposed to look like but it seemed well maintained.
You heard footsteps behind you, approaching slowly so you turned around. But instead of the brown haired boy that was supposed to meet you there, you saw pale skin, violet eyes and sharp silver-gold hair which reflected the sunlight which shone through the large windows which surrounded them. He looked different when he was out of a designer suit. He seemed sharper in a way, wearing a black leather jacket which fitted well to him, a loose fitting T-shirt which had a grungy pattern on the front of it in red. It was hard to imagine him as a figure skater, he looked more like a wannabe rockstar than anything else.
"Did you really think I wouldn't try to find you?" He slipped his hand out of his jean pocket, pulling out your phone charm and dangled it in front of your face. He had this devilish look on his face, a wide smile which held no good intentions.
You smiled nervously, unsure of what to say or do. What do you say to the guy you ditched because you had a morning shift. "I mean… not really, you don't exactly know me" You mumbled, feeling less confident than you were the night you met him, the night you kissed him against the willow tree. That night and today were different, that night you were able to pretend that you were more than you are, now you were here before his eyes, the true version of you which felt naked without the mask.
"That may be true but you saw me."
"Excuse me?"
"You said I was a dragon in human form. Nobody has ever said that to me and meant it like you did, you saw what I am but you didn't run away from me" He spoke as if you had done something unexpected, something revolutionary. His eyes were wide and manic in a way you hadn't seen before on anyone.
You couldn't help but smile awkwardly, you truly didn't know that to say in response to him. "It's like I told you, I don't judge based on other people's opinions. Everyone has good in them."
"I don't. I think my good is in you and your wrath is in me" He acted as if his words were final, a factual statement that could not be proven wrong. As if there were scientific findings to back up the claims he was making.
"You make a lot of assumptions based on one meeting and a kiss."
Something flashed in his eyes as he clasped his hands together over his chest. "Well actually, I know quite a bit about you now. You messaged that random back which gave me your name, then I found your instagram. Unfortunately it was private but I found away around that. Then everything after that was kind of simple, your step-mother is a real piece of work, huh?" He had this smirk on his face that just screamed how proud he was of himself for finding out information on you within a small time constraint.
"Um… can we loop back to the Instagram thing?" You asked. You didn't want to address what he said about your step-mother, you'd rather not think about that right now. You'd rather focus on the confession of him stalking you online, the fact that there was no shame in his voice when he admitted it either.
He rolled his eyes, as if you had asked something unreasonable. Like he couldn't fathom why you would want to know such a thing. "You follow Daeron, my older brother. I have his account details. It's really not that important" You didn't even know you followed a man called Daeron, you don't even remember meeting him. Perhaps it was in first year, you weren't too sure. "A normal person would be disturbed by this, put off by my obsessive nature."
You stayed silent because you wanted to be disgusted, to want to run away from him. You should, he had stalked you online. He had purposely tricked you into coming here. But you weren't. You didn't feel disturbed, perhaps slightly unnerved but not enough to deter you. Even though you should be deterred, by every little thing that he just said, that he admitted to you.
"What would you have done if I stayed?" You asked, looking up at him with a different look in your eyes. You were sure most people thought you were incapable of looking at someone with less than pure intentions, but you remembered the way he held you against that tree, the way his hands moved around your body. You had left before anything could actually happen though.
He smirked, "There's a lot I would've done." He didn't hide his intentions, desire filling his gaze. His tongue slid out his mouth, wetting his bottom lip. "You sure you don't have anywhere you need to run off to?" He stepped closer to you, but he didn't do anything, he made no advancements just yet.
You looked into his eyes, they were just as beautiful as they were the other night. You'd never get tired for staring into those purple eyes. "I'm sure" You promised, your voice loud and true. There was no excuse this time, you didn't want to leave. As much as you didn't want to admit that to yourself, you wanted to stay that night and you wanted to stay now even after knowing what he is like.
He was quick to connect your lips to his with the same, if not more desire than last time. It had only been a few days but he was kissing you like he had missed you for a lifetime, like he was making up for lost time. His lust overrun your senses, your mind filled with him and only him. Any sense you had, not much to begin with anyway, had been diminished.
He pulled you into the locker room which was luckily empty. He shut the door quickly, nudging something with his foot to go in front of the door to keep it shut. He didn't stay detached from you for long, you were soon pressed against the cold, cool grey wall with his lips attacking yours. His hands were settled at your hips, his index fingers hooked into the waistband of your jeans. One of your hands was on the back of his head, gripping onto the short strands of his unique hair while the other was slung around his neck.
His hands moved quickly and as light as a feather, his nimble fingers undoing the button and pulling the zip of your jeans down quickly. He made quick work of your underwear too, hooking his fingers into the fabric and pulling them down quickly, you felt a little embarrassed, if you knew that this was what you would have been doing today, you would have worn something a little cuter but he didn't see to care. Not one bit. He didn't bat an eye at what you were wearing, he was far more interested in removing the parts which stood in his way.
Normally you would have reservations about this. You may have been in a room but this was still technically in public, anyone could come in at anytime and see this. The gym bag he put in front of the door wouldn't truly stop anyone. But your mind was clouded, with your own desire and his. His desire was aggressive, a carnal need for you. He was intense, he didn't hold back or try to hide it, he was not ashamed of the way he comported himself in this room.
But you could seldom care about that right now, not with his thumb against your clit and his mouth biting and sucking on your neck. It felt like he was trying to draw blood from your neck like a vampire, like he wanted to taste your blood in his mouth. It was teetering on the edge of pain but he always managed to stay on the line of pleasure. Alternating between the biting and sucking on the gentle skin, it kept it pleasing and not completely aggressive or animalistic. Not to mention what he was doing with his fingers, now that was a skill only Gods could possess. Perhaps people were right when they said that Targaryens were closer to Gods than men.
He lifted his head up, bringing his lips close to your ear, "Bet you regret running away now" He whispered. You would roll your eyes if you could but you couldn't. You made a sound half-way between agreement and a moan, a sound that was drowned in lust. He chuckled at your reaction, at your lack of words. He was pleased with the responses he was getting from you with the simple sounds that slipped out from between your lips with every swipe of his thumb, with every movement of his finger which was buried deep inside you. He bit the tip of your ear, pulling it gently with his teeth in a teasing motion before realising it.
He didn't wait long before adding a second finger, sliding it in as if it had every right to be there in the first place. He was skilled with his hands. However, you did not want to think about how he got so good at such activities. Moving them in and out rapidly, curling them at the perfect angle like it was a craft he had perfected. With the skill he possessed which had your legs trembling and gasps slipping out your mouth at an unseen rate, it wasn't a surprise when your release crept up on your quickly, not with the way he was unrelenting with his dexterous fingers.
He was quick to unzip his own trousers, borderline shoving the fabric downwards like it had personally offended him by being there in the first place. He gave you no time to recover, he didn't want to wait anymore, he was tired of waiting. If he had it his way, this would've happened days ago but alas. Later was better than never though. "Jump" He demanded, it wasn't a question and he didn't offer any context for why.
You didn't ask why, you just did it. Your legs instinctively went around his waist and his hands held you up against the wall. He slid into you fast, he was kind enough to give you a moment to adjust. You knew there had to be some kindness in him, you saw it when he looked into your eyes. His pupils blown wide, as large as saucepans. You pushed his head forward and met him in a kiss as his hips had begun to thrust into you. The motion was as sharp as the rest of him, no room for half-measures of gentle approaches.
But you needed more. He was already giving you a lot but you wanted more, you craved more of it. More of him. You needed him to fully take over your senses like he so desired to. "Faster" You told him, your voice was more airy than you had ever heard it before. Perhaps you shouldn't have, that fiendish smile on his face which appeared at hearing your command. His hips snapping forward at a violent pace, faster than you had anticipated. You should have remembered he was an athlete, good stamina was something he possessed.
Your hands dug into his shoulder, nails scratching against the leather jacket which he wore. You wanted to feel bad about that, for possibly ruining his expense jacket with your nail marks but he brought this on himself. He was the one currently slamming himself into you, causing your body to writhe with every movement, with every roll of his hips which he was so good at that it almost felt cruel.
You rested your head against the hard wall, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as Aerion plunged himself deeper inside you with every thrust as if it were a challenge, as if he couldn't get close enough. It felt as though he wanted your bodies to become one, not in just the physical sense. You couldn't describe it, you just had this feeling that even this act wasn't enough for him, he wanted to consume you entirely, body and soul. Possess you like one would an object. But you didn't know what this meant to him, you aren't sure that he wanted you to know. He wanted to possess you, you knew that well but why he wanted to? You still weren't sure about that. It couldn't be because you said he looked like a dragon, that would be ridiculous.
You could feel it though, his thrusts getting sloppy. More rushed, faster than before as he reached down and placed his thumb on your bundle of nerves. "Fuck! Aerion!" You cried out, the sensation was strong and pointed like a knife. It was unexpected which caused your entire body to convulse with pleasure. You came quick after that, your voice loud when you called out his name with your voice sounding disgustingly erotic. You hoped that nobody was in the building, you silently prayed that nobody else but you and Aerion heard such a tone coming from you.
It was the end for him as well, that final moment where pleasure washed over him completely in such a way that was overwhelming. You had to admit, not only was he beautiful in appearance with his ethereal looks despite his supposed devilish disposition, he sounded beautiful too. He spilt into you with a final thrust, his hips stilling after that for a moment. He didn't pull out immediately, he just stayed there, keeping your bodies connected. He leaned his head down and rested it against your shoulder, his breathing heavy and shallow.
You watched as his breathing went back to normal after a few moments, you could feel his breath against your skin where his face was hiding in the crook of your neck. "So… you wanna grab dinner, blue? Maybe stop by a chemist on the way" His voice was slightly hoarse, his hair all messed up from your hands which pulled and gripped at it. But despite it all, he still looked as handsome as the night you met him.
Also yes, the stalking was supposed to mimic the way prince charming acted in the Grimm Fairytale. I hope that was conveyed well enough.
