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The Christmas Sugar Cookie War.

(Aegon Targaryen x reader)

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Chapter four: Shut up, Targaryen. It’s too cold outside.

Aegon woke up a little earlier than usual. For some odd reason the Christmas spirit was getting to him. It’s been years since he last felt like that. Once he was old enough to realize Santa wasn’t real, and he didn’t receive toys anymore, he started to understand that the only thing filling his stockings on Christmas morning was disappointment.

Disappointment at his parents, that didn’t make any effort to celebrate Christmas with the family, disappointment at his siblings that avoided each other upon the holidays. But mostly, he knew the biggest disappointment was himself. His own habits spoiling any chance of something good in the family.

The boy didn’t hate Christmas, it was hard to hate on something he never truly experienced.

But in that specific morning he saw himself craving cinnamon and candy canes. He dressed in his most comfy sweater and started to walk to his favorite café.

His eyes glued to his phone, waiting for that text.

He felt silly. He was all by himself, on a table, blushing like a schoolgirl, waiting.

Maybe he had been right all along, and his brother was the one in the wrong. Maybe she was interested, maybe she liked the flirting and wanted something more. Maybe he would come by her house, and they would have “fun”. And maybe, just maybe, she would actually stick around.

Not that he wanted her to. No. He definitely did not.

“It’s better to be free. Have fun. Do whatever you want.”

He didn’t need to have Christmas like this every year. No. He wasn’t a hostage to that warm fuzzy feeling that made butterflies take flight on his stomach every time he thought about yesterday.

He was going to her house. Woo her. Sleep with her and be done. Just like always.

He was determined… he was…

His phone suddenly buzzed making him jump on his seat and quickly try to unlock it, with trembling hands.

Upon seeing the address and the time he was to be expected he caught himself giggling. Actually giggling. A strained foreign sound.

He blushed and left the café.

He wasn’t acting weird. He wasn’t overly excited… He was the awesome Aegon Targaryen. The guy that impressed even the most imponent frat-house boys. He was a legend in his college campus.

And mostly important: he had a plan. In and out without struggles. A Christmas-fling story to tell once the holidays were over. No reason to be worried. Right?!

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(Y/N) was really nervous. Meeting Aegon on various town events was one thing. Inviting him inside her house was a totally different thing. It was a bold move she was starting to regret.

She spent the entire morning consulting with the “team” to make sure everything was going to work.

And now she was waiting for him, in the living room, an apron covering her cozy outfit. Listening to her family disapproval speeches. How could she invite him?! A Targaryen?! This close to Christmas?!

The only ones that seemed to be on (Y/N)’s side were her little sister and to her surprise, her grandmother. Despite her complicated feelings with Daemon, she seemed willing to accept Aegon with open arms.

The clock hits three pm and they hear the doorbell. (Y/N) breathes, relieved the scolding will come to an end.

She rises from the couch and starts to make her way to the door. Stopping only to add a whispered: “Be nice!”.

When the door opens, Aegon is shocked. Firstly, because he didn’t expect (Y/N) to look this beautiful in casual clothes and an apron. Secondly, because her entire family is right behind her. Eyeing him, expectant.

When she told him, with blushing cheeks and a shy smile, that they should meet at her place, he thought she was referring to a “Netflix and Chill” kind of scenario. Not, “my entire family is going to be with us for the rest of the day”, kind of scenario.

Aegon suddenly felt timid, a feeling almost forgotten. (Y/N) could also feel her own shyness creeping on her. For a moment they stood still, in silence, not sure of what to do.

-Well… Don’t just stand there in the cold boy! Come in! – (Y/N)’s grandma piped up, making sure to welcome the boy in their living room. – I’m sure you’ve already met the younger generation yesterday. But this are my children. (Y/N)’s father, her aunt and her husband, they are the twins’ parents, and this is her uncle, my youngest.

-It’s a pleasure to have you here, Targaryen. – (Y/N)’s uncle said, his face contorted in a hideous frown that made the people in the living room shiver.

-Ah yes. We were dying to have you here. – one of the twins says and the mood is even more awkward. They were obviously trying to make Aegon feel as unwelcomed as possible.

-Don’t care for then, my dear. – The grandma said, patting his shoulder affectionately. – The men in this family are known for their terrible jealousy. – She said, starting to guide the boy to the kitchen.

-Yeah. – (Y/N)’s little sister said, grabbing Aegon’s hand. – Don’t care about them. They’re losers anyways. The twins are already fourteen and still wet the bed sometimes.

-We do NOT! – they screamed.

-YOU DO! – the girl screamed back.

-Can we all try and be civilized in the presence of our guest, please?! – (Y/N)’s dad said in a calming voice, always the pacifist. – We are not trying to scare him off.

-We are not?! – (Y/N)’s youngest uncle said, receiving his mother’s cane on the butt as a response.

-Focus! – the old woman exclaimed. – We have lots to do! You should all go to your stations and stop nagging the sweet boy!

Aegon felt himself being dragged by (Y/N) to a corner of the kitchen. On the table top a book of recipes and a few ingredients.

-I’m truly sorry about them. I thought inviting you here was going to be fun. If I knew they were going to act like children, I would have come up with something else.

Aegon could see the girl was truly distressed.

-No problems, princess. – He said, smile still not meeting his eyes. – So… what’s all this?

Before (Y/N) could answer her sister was already next to the boy.

-Today we are baking cookies! Every year we do a whole bunch of different recipes to decide which ones are fit for the competition on Christmas eve. – the girl smiled brightly; happy she could be close to Aegon. – Look over there! It’s all detailed on the charts! – she pointed to the fridge.

Aegon was stunned. This family had an entire chart dedicated to Christmas activities. They had everything laid out. The dates, the exact hours. His family didn’t do one thing together, and here this people were, with an entire month of planned fun.

-So, you guys have everything planned out, hunm… - he said.

The girl blushed a little.

-I know it’s a little unusual, but this way everyone gets to do something they really enjoy.

He wanted to say that she didn’t need to feel shy about it, that he thought it brilliant. That he would give anything to have that. But he decided against it, knowing how lame he would sound.

“Girls don’t like pitiful little boys”, he reminded himself.

-Well, c’mon. These cookies are not gonna bake themselves! – she said with a smile.

Soon they started focusing on the recipe. Aegon at first, thought he was going to hate it, that he would be bored like he was every year with his family, but (Y/N) started talking about silly topics like movies, and other kinds of foods, animals, and favorite kind of weather. It was a random conversation that was getting nowhere, but the girl in front of him was all smiles and kindness, she was in no rush to get anywhere.

He looked around and everyone seemed to be having fun. Suddenly he felt moved. This was all so domestic. They were all together, enjoying something, and he was smiling, his body close to (Y/N) while she laughed at his silly jokes. The air smelled of sugar and other spices and the girl next to him had a little bit of flour smeared on her cheek. And yet, under the kitchen lights she looked stunning, bright as the sun.

He wondered if this sudden comfort that washed through him was the thing he missed all his life.

(Y/N) placed their cookies on the oven and continued their silly talk. Not because she felt obligated to do it, but because she wanted to. She kept close to him, smiling and making a few jokes herself. Her laugh vibrated through his body and tugged at the strings of his heart.

-I assume you are all ready to start decorating! We don’t have much time! – The grandmother yelled from the kitchen entrance.

-Isn’t this so cool! – (Y/N)’s little sister whispered to them. – It’s like we are in the bake off.

-Yeah. – the boy answered, having a laugh.

While they baked, he could see why they do the charts, why go sliding, or even going to that silly tree lighting. If that’s how it felt every time…

-Let’s start decorating. – (Y/N) grabbed Aegon’s hands and his heart skipped a beat.

-Y-yeah. – he said. A babbling mess. The tip of his ears a little red.

He was a little wee boy with his first puppy love all over again.

Aegon had a few difficulties with decorating the cookies with the frosting. His hands weren’t as steady as (Y/N)’s. She remained close, seeming unbothered by the proximity and the whole domestic aura that enveloped those two.

-Here we go. – he said presenting his cookies with a silly and nervous smile. – I know they don’t look as good as yours, but…

(Y/N) interrupted him.

-They look amazing, Aegon! – she smiled.

-I’m not usually the one in charge of the decoration… - he tried to apologize once more.

-They look like fine Santa cookies to me! – (Y/N)’s sister exclaimed. – Of course… after his face melt off.

-Sister! – (Y/N) exclaimed.

-Well, Christmas is a tough business area to be. And a dangerous one, at that. With all those chimneys?! It was bound to happen… Don’t see this as losing, Aegon. See this as a truthful depiction of reality. – (Y/N)’s sister smiled, patting his shoulder.

-I don’t know if I should be mad at your offensive humor or impressed that as an eleven-year-old, you just used the word depiction correctly.

(Y/N)’s sister shrugged her shoulders.

-I see this as a win. Besides, the flavor is what matters the most.

And just like that, (Y/N)’s sister leaves.

-Sorry about that. She’s been spending a lot of time with our uncle… he is… well… - (Y/N) found herself at a loss for words.

-It’s fine. – Aegon smiled. – Besides, she’s not wrong. Flavor is the most important part. – he breathed. – And it does look like he’s suffered from a chimney accident.

They both started laughing at that and Aegon realized his face hurt with how much happiness he was getting to express in these past few hours.

(Y/N)’s laughter died down, but her eyes still shone when she turned to Aegon.

-There’s a little bit of frosting on your face… - she giggled lightly while brushing it off his cheeks.

-Thanks. – he said, voice small.

And despite being in a kitchen full of people, Aegon felt like they were the only ones there. And he wanted to kiss her. He wanted to get closer and closer, until there was nothing between them.

-We should put our cookies on a plate so everyone can taste them. – she said with a smile and Aegon felt the moment vanish.

He was going crazy.

“Just one more of your holiday’s stories to tell… nothing more.”

After the whole family presented their cookies, the tasting started.

Aegon was surprised at how amazing those tasted.

-These are very good! – he complimented.

-Don’t go stealing the recipe for yourself, Targaryen. – (Y/N)’s uncle said, but this time, not as aggressive.

-It pains me to say he doesn’t need it, son. – The grandma sighed. – Their recipe has been beating us for the past twenty-one years.

-You never know, mama. – (Y/N)’s aunt said. – Perhaps this is the year we got our mojo back.

The old woman sighed once more, and they got back to eating.

Aegon walked until the end of the table where he saw sad looking cookies. They looked like lumps, and their color wasn’t appealing. But he didn’t want to look rude, especially with everyone trying their hardest to be nice.

He was surprised after the first bite.

-Wow! These are the best cookies I’ve ever eaten! – he said, mouth still full. – They’re simply amazing!

-These are my own recipe. – (Y/N)’s father said. – Good to see you are a man of taste, Aegon. I’ve been trying to get them to use this recipe in the competition for years…

-Please… - the grandma snickered. – This is no winning cookie.

-Sorry dad. – (Y/N) patted his shoulder. – But grandma is right. We wouldn’t stand a chance with this recipe.

-I don’t know about that, sir. – Aegon smiled. – These are amazing.

-Thanks lad. Always good to know someone has got my back. – (Y/N)’s father said in a dramatic way, making some of his family members laugh.

The old woman looked at Aegon and his puffy cheeks, stuffed with cookies. He looked like a sweet boy, and she couldn’t help but coo at him.

-Eat as many as you want, dear. – She smiled. – I supposed this concludes our cookie try-out. – she piped for the entire family to hear.

The family cheered.

-Well… - Aegon said, feeling a little out of place now that the atmosphere had been broken. – I supposed that means it’s time for me to go.

(Y/N) hesitated. Her mouth opening, like she wanted to say something, but before she could, her brother piped up.

-Hate to tell you, Targaryen, but I don’t think you will be able to leave soon… - he said, close to a window. – There’s a storm outside.

That caused the entire family to press their faces on the glass.

-Yeah… It’s very strong. – The twins father stated.

-The internet says it’s not going away anytime soon.

-That means he is going to stay?! – (Y/N)’s sister asked, excited. – He can sleep here! And participate on the Christmas movie marathon! And we can drink lots of hot chocolate! And go shopping tomorrow! And… And… - she said, with no pause to take a breath.

- Calm down sweetheart. – Aegon said smiling. – While I would love to, I can’t stay.

-Don’t be silly, Aegon. – (Y/N) said, her face still glued to the window. – You can’t possibly be planning to go home with the weather like this.

-I will be fine, princess.

That caused (Y/N)’s uncle to laugh.

-Highly doubt it, boy. You will freeze to death. – he said.

- I hope you didn’t have anything planned my sweet boy. – grandma said, holding Aegon’s hand.

-I promise you, I can go home, and nothing will go wrong. – he tried once more.

-Shut up, Targaryen. – (Y/N)’s brother said. -While it pains all of us, it’s too cold outside and you will have to stay the night. We can’t have your pneumonia on our hands.

Aegon looked around and realized there was no way he was winning that fight.

-I suppose I should make phone calls and warn my family then. – he said and (Y/N)’s sister cheered.

-I can’t wait for the movie marathon! Let’s make popcorn! – she said dancing around the room.

He left the kitchen while the big family tried to reorganize itself.

Upon calling Alicent he was hoping she would ask him to come home anyway, but she confirmed the situation in the Red Keep wasn’t any better and that he should stay put until the morning. He heard Aemond’s objections on the background before ending the call.

So. It seemed he was stuck with (Y/N)’s family for the night.

And he wasn’t very sure he was going to make it, considering the way the twins were staring at him from the kitchen door.

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