If you're not an established thing yet, he pretends he doesn't even know the word jealousy
Just drops occasional annihilating remarks about that pathetic toad who tried to make small talk with you
You: What do demons do if someone flirts with their partner? Aemond: Kill. You: You wouldn’t kill anyone who flirts with me, right? [Crickets. Just crickets] You: AEMOND. Promise not to kill anyone! (spoiler: there’s no promise, just a very subtle nod and a grumpy look)
Later that eve, if someone flirts with you, Aemond whispers into your ear, "I promise not to kill them but there might be an accident". You ignore the poor guy who flirted with you for the rest of the night
Aemond’s all-time favorite strategy? The look. If someone flirts with you, they’ll be haunted by his unblinking stare and that little smirk that tells "Go on. Try again. Try harder."
You find it extremely sexy. The victim’s self-esteem crashes through the floor, though. They learn fast not to try again. Ever.
If someone’s stupid enough to keep pushing? Aemond pays them a visit on some dark, empty street
But if someone actually makes you laugh? That’s the real catastrophe
Aemond goes into full existential crisis mode. That demon stare? Gone
You: Aemond, are those puppy eyes? Aemond: [disappears]
If he's meeting any future clients afterward? The price is twice what was discussed. Maybe three times
Someone dares to negotiate? Congrats. They’ve just sold their soul
Will beat the shit out of another demon just to let off steam
Then he’s right back at your side, watching you sleep like nothing happened
The next morning, you wake up to a gift. Just a random thing you mentioned weeks ago, and it’s there now
Expensive gifts? Absolutely!
Anything to get that smile for himself
Maybe it’s his way of proving he’s worthy of your love
But if you flirt with someone else? OHH BOY
He knows what you’re doing. Doesn’t make him want to murder the guy any less
Public place sex: GUARANTEED.
He makes sure the guy you flirted with knows exactly what you’re doing, what he’s doing to you behind the closed door
Or… let’s be real, he wouldn’t bother keeping the doors closed. Why ruin the fun? Isn’t it what you wanted?
Back home, he’s more relentless, with more rounds and a few spanks here and there
When the night’s over, you won’t just forget that guy’s name, you won’t even remember he existed
a/n: I'm still working on the chapter, and it brings me so much joy! I literally can't wait to have it fully written and share it with you guys. In the meantime, here's the snippet for you under the cut <3
Your hand hovers just above his for a moment before you give in. His grip is firm as his fingers settle over yours, intertwining as he leads you deeper into the restaurant, into the unknown.
"Everyone’s staring," you murmur. The realization comes slowly, drawn out by the awareness of countless eyes tracking your every step. It hadn’t occurred to you before how nerve-wracking it would be to be seen with Aemond. The ladies' looks are almost palpable—they'd kill to be in your place. Meanwhile, the men’s lingering stares are devouring, as if they envy Aemond as much as they desire to be him. Demon and his lady-client. You wonder if anyone can tell.
Aemond glances over his shoulder, meeting your gaze. “Let them stare,” he says, unbothered. His voice is calm, unconcerned, as if he’s long since grown used to the attention. “What’s this work you mentioned?” he asks, pulling you from your thoughts.
"A rewrite," you answer, only now realizing the alcohol has settled into your veins faster than expected. The room seems sharper, every color richer.
“Of what?”
“A restaurant scene,” you reply, a hint of irony in your voice as your heels echo on the marble floor.
“Don’t,” he says over his shoulder.
You blink, disoriented for a split second. "Don’t what?"
"Rewrite it." He doesn’t turn fully, only angles his head slightly. "It’s good."
"Sue thinks—wait, what?" Your breath catches, your mind sharpening against the pleasant haze as you finally catch the meaning behind his words. "Did you read my notes?"
He says nothing. But you feel it—the subtle curve of his lips.
Heat prickles along your spine. That means he knows. He knows what inspiration you’ve drawn from him, what form it has taken on the page.
But before you can demand an explanation—or die of mortification—you find yourself standing at a table where six men sit, dressed in dark suits and polished shoes. They’re oddly similar, like carbon copies of each other, created from suspicion and self-importance. Their eyes pierce into you, as if peeling back your layers.
“Ah, gentlemen,” Aemond says, his presence expanding, filling the space with his chilling aura, as if the very air trembles before the unseen force. “The wait is over.”
I’m still thriving in a post-chapter 3 world. Introducing Alys like that totally shocked me and I love how it moved the story along (possessive Aemond? BREEDING KINK AEMOND???). Now I’m just sitting here picturing a very jealous demon!Aemond sitting in the apartment after Alys left trying to figure out when to start making breakfast. Will he confront that he’s only there because he’s jealous and doesn’t want to lose his dove and he’s worried she may run? Absolutely not. Has he ever made food for a partner? I’d bet at least three crisp dollar bills the answer is no. Does he know humans do that post-sex? Probably. But we know he typically fucks off as soon as he’s dressed so I’m picturing him sitting in the kitchen trying to subtly listen for when she starts waking up because This Is How Humans Show Affection and No I Don’t Like Like Her This Is Just A Culturally Sensitive Move
Extra money on him leaving Vhagar in whatever dimension they typically inhabit because she would’ve laughed at him
Woah, what a scenario you’ve developed! ❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥
If I may contribute to the vision....
I’d say he first doubts whether he should stay or leave. His typical pattern, as you’ve described, is to slip away, and we know from chapters 1-2 that he uses his powers to make the reader fall asleep so he doesn’t have to deal with awkward goodbyes (which tells us something pretty interesting about him:) But now, he’s not sure how our girl feels after everything. So maybe he asks himself, "what would I do if I were human?" Then he cringes at himself and that thought, and all those questions you posed describe his denial deliciously!
Then he comes up with the idea for the next errand and OH, what a suddenly reasonable demonic excuse to stay and wait until she wakes up! His intent to make breakfast is definitely an unconscious way of asking, "ARE WE GOOD????"
My bet is that when he sees she’s enjoying the breakfast, it’s a weight off his shoulders. This big, scary and powerful demon has definitely spent a great amount of time staring blankly inside the fridge, trying to figure out what he can whip up. I’m backing you up on his cooking experience 100%! Since demons feed on emotions, the culinary world is a whole new realm to him. Do you think he’d take her laptop to watch a quick tutorial on how to make scrambled eggs?
PFF, Vhagar must NEVER know about it! Will she ever find out, though? YES. Can snakes facepalm? Vhagar would definitely be doing it!
just realized I’ve never written any headcanons… and now I’m wondering if you guys would be interested in some demon!Aemond ones? if you have any ideas / scenarios you’d like me to turn into headcanons, feel free to drop them in my inbox, I’ll see if I can come up with something interesting ♥︎
I love the idea of him coming up with errands in a panic to justify his continued presence. It makes me think about the whole deal from the start because let’s be real: why would a demon even make a deal requiring a human run errands for him? What can a human do that he can’t? Do you think the first errand rolled around and he went “shit Vhagar idk what else to do you’re going to stay with the pretty girl”
Id like to think he knows how to make eggs already, maybe picked it up through reading human minds over the years, but he spends an uncomfortable amount of time studying reader’s fridge trying to figure out if she has eggs because she likes them as a food or if she has them because she likes to bake. He def investigates the pantry for those little brownie mixes one of his former human contacts was obsessed with
Tiny spoiler: they will have this convo in the future 😏 Poor baby Vhagar! She's suddenly told she can't accompany him to the party, but instead, our girl will be taking care of her for a couple of days (and ofc, she doesn’t mind! Because it's that pretty girl)
Definitely! Scrambled eggs are a human go-to, but as his hand reaches into the fridge, he remembers there's also BAKING. Does she seem like someone who bakes? There must be proof somewhere!
Oh, and I actually love thinking of Aemond as someone who pays more attention to the objects around the flat than it might seem. I bet that when the reader falls asleep after their first night together, he picks up a statuette or some random object of hers, exploring it from different angles, feeling its texture and weight. As if in doing so, he's trying to understand the human world and her better!
Now picturing Aemond hyper-analyzing her decor like you do when you have an acquaintance that you know well enough to officially buy birthday/Christmas gifts for and you’re trying to figure out what they like so you don’t have to buy a random candle and pray they like it.
Him, picking up a little frog statue: is this an aesthetic choice? Was it on sale? Or does she go thrifting like some humans? Is she particularly fond of frogs or was it a gift?
Him, seeing a new knick knack: or did she buy it because it goes well with this thing? I don’t think her landlady would leave it, that doesn’t seem very human
Vhagar: she probably got it at TJ maxx while doom shopping as she stressed over a deadline. Can you take me to the pet store now? I want to make the rodents nervous.
Aemond, completely ignoring her: what tv shows did she watch while you were here?
Pfff. Now we just NEED a scene where Aemond presents something to the reader, and he's sure it's the perfect, unique gift because he's analyzed pretty much everything in her flat 😂
And sooner or later, there's definitely a convo between them:
''Why would anyone buy this?' he asks, examining the frog statue.
"It's for decor, Aemond..."
"But it's pointless and—"
"DON'T—"
"...Ugly."
