FEELINGS SOLD SEPARATLY
CHAPTER ELEVEN (THE EYLA THEORY)
Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Reader
NOTES - I missed Eyla so much that I gave her an entire chapter, she's the real MVP though. (Also the dom/sub subplot just got a whole lot more main story <3
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<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
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“Y/n!” Eyla yelled, already at the counter, wiping it down before the shop opened. “Hurry up!”
“We aren’t even open yet!” Y/n chuckled, placing her things in her locker before putting the fake, and unlockable, lock onto it.
“I know.” She laughed back. “But I’m dying to know how your weekend went with Mr. Fancy Pants!” Her eyes were pleading, a fake pout on her lips.
“Eyla I don’t even know where to begin.” Y/n pouted back. “After work on Friday he took me to a small Breakfast diner for dinner, and we talked about what the arrangement would look like.” Y/n put on her apron and began turning the coffee machines on, ensuring each was working fine as Eyla stood leaned against the counter, completely engaged in the conversation. “And then he wouldn’t let me take the bus home! And now I can’t take the bus at all.”
“He’s making you walk home? If that asshole wants you to do cardio or something you …”
“No!” Y/n cut her off. “He’s paying for cabs, he doesn’t like me walking home, especially now when it gets dark before we get off.” She explained, looking to Eyla who was nodding her head. “Um, on saturday we went shopping.”
“Oh I love shopping!” Eyla sang.
“I know.” Y/n laughed.
“What did he get you? Anything expensive?” She wiggled her eyebrows.
“Um, he got me these new shoes.” Y/n did a little dance move to show her new all black sneakers off, getting a few ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’ back from Eyla. “And then enough jeans and T-shirts to last me years. Plus he bought me a dress, or is buying me, I don’t know, I don’t even know what it looks like.” Y/n began rambling. “It’s for Wednesday, for this work event that he has.”
“You’re getting a fancy dress for a fancy party and you don’t seem excited, what could possibly be wrong?” Eyla raised an eyebrow at Y/n.
“Nothing’s wrong!” Y/n defended herself. “I just, it’s a custom dress, and that’s a lot of money, so I’m just worried about it.”
“A custom dress? He’s head over heels for you!” Eyla exclaimed, bouncing on her heels slightly.
“Maybe.” Y/n’s face heated up at the idea, could Aemond really like her? Or were they just a little flirty because of their arrangement? “He’s given me some inkling he might like me, but I really don’t know, what if that’s just regular Sugar da… behavior.”
“Lay these inklings on me.” Eyla leaned against the counter, her arms crossed, eyes to the floor, clearly ready to contemplate something big.
“Um, well we held hands on saturday.”
“Mhm, mhm.” Eyla’s eyes squinted slightly.
“Um, when we were shopping there was this girl from his past, she listed all of these places Aemond took his past sugar babies and specific gifts he bought all of them. But he never took me to a fancy restaurant, he took me to his favorite diner, and hasn’t given me a stupid gold bracelet, or I don’t know! But that’s gotta count for something right?” Y/n was begging at this point, hoping maybe, just maybe Aemond could actually like her.
“So he’s taking you places he would take his girlfriend, not his sugar baby?” Eyla asked, crossing her legs now too.
“I guess.” Y/n sighed, Eyla nodding. “He also almost beat up my landlord because he turned my power off.” Y/n shrugged her shoulders as if what she had said was nothing.
“Almost?” Eyla scoffed. “He should have actually beat him up, gods know the man deserves it.”
“That’s what Miss Falker said.” Y/n chuckled. “I would let Miss Falker guide me through life if I could, the woman is always right, so wise.” Eyla joked.
“She also can’t see and has no idea Aemond is a real Targaryen.” Y/n chuckled as she walked to the front of the shop, unlocking the door and turning the closed sign to open.
“Miss Falker, the true Queen of Flea Bottom.”
“Anyways.” Y/n started up again. “Maybe I could look past those things, but yesterday …”
“Large coffee, two sugars and a cream please.” A man interrupted them, his eyes glued to his phone, Eyla rolling her eyes as she began the man's drink, Y/n ringing the man up.
“But yesterday?” Eyla asked, placing the lid on the man's cup.
“Yesterday we made rules, like sugar baby rules, for me to follow.”
“Ohh, kinky!” Eyla cheered, the man totally unbothered as he walked out.
“No!” Y/n shook her head. “They aren’t like that at all, but we made them together, and I had no idea what I was doing.”
“Well obviously, Y/n you don’t even look like a remotely kinky girl …”
“I will not share the tips I make while you’re on break if you keep this up.” Y/n threatened, though it was completely a lie and Eyla knew it, but she raised her hands up innocently anyways. “I asked what his rules for his other sugar babies were, as like a reference that I could work off of.”
“Makes sense.” Eyla said, retying her apron for the fourth time this morning, as if she didn’t just put it on.
“Well he said no, and refused to show them to me, so I think he’s not even trying to treat me like past sugar babies.”
“What were some of your rules? Any unusually caring ones?”
“Not really.” Y/n shrugged her shoulders. “Again, I don’t know how these things work, but he said the rules were meant to help me break bad habits, and guide me.” Y/n paused to help a customer before turning to Eyla again. “Which makes sense, he wants me to rely on him, let him help me in any way he can, which is how I’m different from the past girls.” Y/n rambled. “They just wanted someone with money to buy them pretty things, but with me he spends his money improving my life for the better.”
“This makes so much more sense.” Eyla nodded her head as she poured coffee into a cup, stirring in some sugar as she looked Y/n up and down. “He's a dominant.”
“A what?”
“You know?” Eyla asked, Y/n just staring back at her confused. “Oh my god! I thought you said you read books?”
“I do!”
“Clearly not the same kind I read.” Eyla chuckled. “A dominant is someone who you know, wants to dominate someone in bed, tell them what to do, when to do it, how to do it, etcetera.”
“But me and Aemond aren’t in bed.” Y/n tilted her head to the side slightly.
“No, but he does seem to tell you what to do in real life, like how he wants you to take a cab and not ride the bus, that’s him dominating your situation and changing things to make it better for you.” Eyla explained as if they weren't helping at least ten customers who were just standing around them, easily in earshot.
“So if he is … What you say he is, what does that make me?” Y/n asked worriedly, hoping the answer wasn’t something horrible.
“A submissive!” Eyla explained, completely enjoying the little teaching lesson she was giving. “You submit your control to him, let him make the decisions.” Eyla began a new pot of coffee, retying her apron again, something Y/n definitely thought was an anxious habit. “Submissives also want to please the dominant, and often if the submissive does well at following the rules there’s a reward.”
“And a punishment if they don’t” Y/n whispered, things clicking in her head.
“Yep, though I don’t think Aemond would spank you too hard.” Eyla winked.
“Wouldn’t what?!?” Y/n’s eyes were wide as saucers, Eyla just cackling in the corner as she poured more coffee.
“I don’t know what a non sexual dominant would do, but I’m sure there’s something.” Eyla laughed. “Maybe he’ll make you shine his shoes!”
“No. He’d take money off of a charity fund if I broke a rule.”
“Are you telling me he already has a punishment plan?” Eyla was now the one with eyes wide as saucers, her eyebrows raised as her mouth hung open.
“Mhm.” Y/n nodded her head.
“Has he ever given you a talking to? With a teachery voice, like hes grading your paper and you did terribly.” Y/n just looked at Eyla with shock, thinking ‘how did you know about that?’ “You are living my dream life, I swear.”
“Well, what if he is a dominant? What do I do then?” Y/n’s demeanor changed, worry filling her mind.
“Do you like the rules?” Y/n nodded her head. “Do you like following them?”
“Well yeah, he said he would be disappointed if I didn’t and I want …”
“To please him?”
“Yes.” Y/n turned her back to Eyla, thinking over all of the information that had been cast onto her suddenly.
“Then I think you and Aemond might be a perfect match. He wants someone who will let him have control, let him make decisions he sees fit when it comes to improving their life.” Y/n nodded along. “And you seem to want that, but I can’t tell you if you’re a submissive or not, or if this will all work out in the end.”
“Then how do I find out if I am one or not?”
“The internet, the shop has wifi, when you go on break you should totally do a test or something.”
“Okay, sure.” Y/n nodded her head, ringing in another customer. “What if he isn’t even a dominant and I’m doing all of this for nothing?”
“He gave you rules and a punishment, Y/n.” Eyla deadpanned. “He’s a dominant.”
Y/n just nodded her head, fixing the straw holder before looking back to Eyla. “Wait, what kind of books do you read?”
