♡ he loves astronomy and the stars. One of his favorite things to do is to fly off on clear, bright nights and find somewhere quiet to watch with his telescope.
♡ hates apples.
♡ loves grapes, but especially green ones.
♡ has a fondness for birds, crows and owls in particular. He thinks they are pretty and clever creatures.
♡ secretly, he's a very talented writer of stories and poetry, but he never dared to let anyone even KNOW that he writes, much less show them anything. He's a private man.
♡ a series of moles and freckles on his back that, if you look at them and play connect-the-dots, can be little constellations.
♡ loves forests and trees and the quiet of them.
♡ very charming and sociable but it's merely a facade. He's an introvert with an easily drained social battery.
♡ keeps a collection of small, pretty things he finds...rocks, feathers, shells, stones, lost items, pressed flowers, just little things.
♡ suffers awful headaches on the left side of his head, likely due to the attack and loss of his eye. Most can be ignored or dealt with but some have him hiding in his quarters for days...no one bothers him at this time but, secretly, he always wished someone would (especially his mother).
♡ loves the snow and the cold.
♡ keeps a journal where he jots down his favorite bits from whatever he is reading/studying.
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Soft Aemond Thought - When he begins courting you its all very proper and exactly what is expected, to the letter. He rarely shows any emotion; the only reason you know his true affection for you is because otherwise Aemond would not tolerate you at all. The first time you got him to show true emotion for you, as a regular man would, was when he brought a book for you that you had particularly wanted. He handed it to you as though it was just a plain piece of paper and not something you had mentioned dearly only once and that he had remembered. As you turned it over in your hand your feelings overcame you and you leaned up, holding onto his arm, to plant a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. The action flustered him and you could have sworn you saw a faint blush come to his cheek and the corner of his mouth turn up, even from your close proximity.
Ever since I first got into Aemond, and I mean years and years ago, I've associated one particular song with him.
Thinking about it now genuinely gives me chills because of how much I seem to have gotten right, especially after some of his lines and everything that has happened to him in season 3.
So… here it is.
Fumodenso (Thick Smoke) - Otto Ohm
[Italian lyrics]
Tutto quello che amo scompare
Tra il farfugliare delle persone sole
Nel cercare di intuirne un labiale
Non torniamo più gli stessi dopo i tradimenti
La colonia estiva, l'apparecchio ai denti
Quelle piccole sfumature che possono entrare
Tra i nostri sorrisi e tutte le facce più scure
L'utilità di trovare qualcuno che dica ti amo
Senza mai guardarsi intorno e chiedersi cosa facciamo
Per godere dell'alba, del vento che abbraccia la vita
Il profumo dei tuoi capelli rende primavera
Quest'inverno le foglie non cadranno e tu non sarai sola
Nel cercare te stessa tra le note di una viola
Tutto quello che amo scompare
Tra un'ottima amica e una pessima madre
Nell'ombra sotto l'ombrellone
La paura di restare soli, il futuro che incombe
Terrorizza chi riempie la sua vita con un niente
E magari ha trovato l'amore e l'ha scansato
Per far posto ad un'altra passione che Io fa sentire rinato
E paghiamo per sentirci uguali
A qualcuno che non ci somiglia mai
Per godere dell'alba, del vento che abbraccia la vita
Il profumo dei tuoi capelli rende primavera
Quest'inverno le foglie non cadranno e tu non sarai sola
Nel cercare te stessa tra le note di una viola
Fumodenso (tutto quello che amo scompare)
Fumodenso (tutto quello che amo scompare)
Fumodenso (tutto quello che amo scompare)
Fumodenso (tutto quello che amo scompare)
[English translation]
Everything I love disappears
Amid the mumbling of lonely people,
Trying to read their lips.
We are never the same after betrayals,
Summer camp, braces on our teeth.
Those little nuances that can creep in
Between our smiles and all the darker faces.
The comfort of finding someone who says "I love you"
Without ever looking around and wondering what we're doing.
To enjoy the dawn, the wind embracing life,
The scent of your hair turns everything to spring.
This winter, the leaves won't fall, and you won't be alone
As you search for yourself among the notes of a viola.
Everything I love disappears,
Somewhere between a wonderful friend and a terrible mother,
In the shade beneath a beach umbrella.
The fear of being alone, the future looming ahead,
Terrifies those who fill their lives with nothing.
And maybe they found love and pushed it aside
To make room for another passion that makes them feel alive again.
And we pay to feel the same
As someone who is nothing like us.
To enjoy the dawn, the wind embracing life,
The scent of your hair turns everything to spring.
This winter, the leaves won't fall, and you won't be alone
As you search for yourself among the notes of a viola.
Thick Smoke (everything I love disappears)
Thick Smoke (everything I love disappears)
Thick Smoke (everything I love disappears)
Thick Smoke (everything I love disappears)
Well… this aged painfully well ðŸ˜
Anyway, I'm going to go hide in a corner and cry now ðŸ˜
aemond finds out your getting married to someone else so he fucks a bastard into you so you have no choice but to marry him
oh my fucking god, yes.
and he’d be sweet too, just so understanding when you come to him with your predicament and he’d be the first to wipe your watery eyes and kiss your trembling lips. he just has to promise you that everything will be okay, that you’ll be taken care of because what else is it than a simple mistake.
of course he just needs you to trust in him, have you eating out the palm of his hand. you think that he’s sweeter than the lemon cakes you have at tea but he knew exactly what he was doing. if you were swollen with his child you couldn’t exactly marry someone else and when he takes you off to the sept, adorned in some pretty dress, you still think he’s doing it out of the goodness of his heart. it was all just one big mistake and you’ve been so, so, so lucky to have aemond, your knight in shining armour.
of course he invites your near husband, makes him watch all night as he kisses you, whispers in your ear, touches you places he shouldn’t in public - he just has to show off his pretty new wife <3
Aemond being all tall, handsome and broody. His niece coming back from Dragonstone, is still very much in love with him. Takes a page out of Daemons book and goes to Aemonds room, asking him to fuck her, as she is in love with him and the only way they would ever be allowed to marry is if he took her maidenhead.
It takes a little bit of persuading on her part to get Aemond to finally snap and take her maiden hood. He’s slow and gentle the first time but moments after they’ve caught their breaths he’s fucking her again, this time harder.
He loses himself in the feeling of being inside her that he doesn’t even notice when her brother walks in on them. She notices, though, because she planned on being caught. If no one witnessed Aemond claiming her maiden hood for himself then there was deniability and she wasn’t about to risk that.
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A dark thirst thought I’ve been thinking about is what if during the dance, maybe after blood & cheese Aemond steals away Rhaenrya’s oldest child and daughter. She’s like one year older than Jace and he’s listed after her for years but now that they’re at war he takes her as a prize.
He keeps her in an almost barren room that attaches to his and only servants he completely trusts can see her. No one else. He fucks her every night and sometimes during the day when he’s frustrated. Most of the time when he’s rutting into her he’ll whisper into her ear how they defeated her family in battle or how once all of team black is dead no one will be able to come and save her.
When he whispers those harsh words, she finally starts to cry. It was his goal to break up and when he wipes her tears away he tells her that he’ll fill her with his seed everyday from then on and give her plenty of bastards and when she tells him she doesn’t want his bastards he just fucks her faster and harder.
And as much as he enjoys fucking her, he keeps true to his word, he won’t marry her and her children will be bastards because he’s a true born prince. He won’t bring himself low enough to actually marry a bastard.
🥴🤤 Rhaenrya and Jace probably do try and rescue her several times but Aemond will never tell her that. He wants her broken and swollen with his child.
When she does give birth, he’d probably only let her keep the silver-haired babies. He’ll take any that has dark hair, like her and her brothers, away because he doesn’t want her reminded of her brothers. (He keeps them alive, they are his children after all, but he won’t tell her where or how they are)
now that we have aegon x bastard daughter... how about aemond x bastard daughter? (the one he may have sired when aegon brought him to a brothel in his youth) idk but 👀
Damn, that's a thought...it would be difficult with him to accept (he's a momma's boy)
I feel like it would be more of a paternal relationship...maybe...hmm
Soft!Aemond Thought - Aemond absolutely does not dance at balls. No matter the occasion. Though his wife loves to dance she wont dance without him, unless diplomacy prompts it. Instead she stands just in front of him so he can press his hand into hers, letting their fingers dance on their respective palms to the rhythm of the music.
