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The Christmas Sugar Cookie War.

(Aegon Targaryen x reader)

Previous Chapter

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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clara02 · 3 years ago

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I’m well aware it’s already Christmas Day in some places of the globe and I’m super late, however due to my time zone I’m still on Christmas Eve morning, and I’m gonna due my best to finish this fanfic by tomorrow. Please don’t give up on me 😅😅😅 my writing schedule is not the best but I’m working on it. Also plan to write a New Year’s two part Jace fanfic.

The Christmas Sugar Cookie War.

(Aegon Targaryen x reader)

Previous Chapter

Chapter three: Last Christmas she pushed her brother off a hill.

It had snowed all night. The streets of King’s Landing were white. It was indeed a perfect day for sliding. And yet Aegon was simply frustrated. His kitchen smelled of spices and the light of the sun that entered through the window was homely. The fireplace kept their house cozy and warm.

It was the ideal setup for a nice winter morning. However, his nephews couldn’t shut up. Even his brother, Daeron, normally a collected child, was almost climbing the walls in anticipation.

-Regretting your choices, brother?! – Helena asked, on a happy teasing tone. Her voice barely heard with all the ruckus around them.

Aegon raised his eyebrow at that.

-I know you’ve agreed to this only to upset our brother. – Helena laughed. – I tried to convince him that it’s nice to step outside and enjoy himself, but… You know how he is. He is going to, probably, sulk the entire time.

-Well… I think it’s going to be lovely. – Aegon said and Helena looked at him suspiciously. – After we control these little demons, that is.

The siblings turned their gaze to the four kids that were screaming at each other.

-C’mon! We’ve gotta go! -Luke said jumping on the sofa, almost squishing Aegon. -We can’t be late! Let’s go! Let’s go!

All the other “kids” started to agree with him. Well, Jace wasn’t supposed to be considered a kid, but… it is what it is.

-We are just waiting on Aemond. -Aegon said with a devilish grin making its way to his face.

So, they started screaming for Aemond. The taller boy making his way out of his bedroom. His eye sharp with murderous intent.

-Stop screaming. Let’s go. – His voice deep and annoyed.

As they were leaving, Aegon was stopped by Aemond’s hand on his elbow.

-If it wasn’t for mother… I would have killed you already.

Aegon gulped but smiled.

-And I believe you brother.

-Hurry up, you two! -Helena called with a beaming expression, holding hands with a, also beaming, Daeron.

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(Y/N)’s family waited for the Targaryens on the top of a hill. It was a perfect day for sliding and they were excited.

Well. (Y/N) and her younger sister were excited. Her brother and her twin cousins looked like they just bit into lemon. They weren’t super happy about this new “friendship with the enemy”.

But… what’s done is done.

They heard the Targaryens before actually seeing them.

They were obnoxiously loud, which surprised (Y/N). She thought the rich posh boys would be all like Aemond. Quiet with a sense of superiority, but, apparently, they were just as messy as (Y/N)’s own family.

After they were all up the hill (Y/N) smiled and welcomed them, since her brother was obviously not going to do it, and her sister seamed shy in Aegon’s presence.

-I think presentations are overdue. This is my older brother, and this is his fiancé. -She pointed at the couple. The older woman sporting a baby bump. – She is going to act as our referee this year.

They all said their hellos.

-This is my younger sister. – The little girl blushed; her eyes focused on Aegon. -And this are my cousins. – The twin boys snickered and turned their faces away. – Be nice. – (Y/N) whispered but to no avail.

Aegon decided to do a quickly run through of his own family, mentioning his own three siblings, his three nephews and his two cousins, Baela and Rhaena.

-You mentioned a referee?! – Jace piped up. Being the sports addict he was, the prospects of a competition exciting him.

-Oh, yes! –(Y/N) exclaimed. – We are going to race from the top of the hill until that tree. – She motioned a tree very far down. – We are doing this in pairs, but instead of everyone going down at the same time, we put two teams against each other, like matches at a tourney, until only one remains. That way the results are more precise.

-We can start so you guys can get the hang of it. - (Y/N)’s brother suggested. – A demonstration so you guys can see the course.

-Yeah, that’s a good idea. – (Y/N) smiled, relieved her brother seemed to warm up to the other family. Or perhaps he just wanted to scare them of with his aggressive sliding skills. The second option was more likely.

-I’m paring with my sister. – (Y/N)’s older brother reached for his little sister, making (Y/N) frown. They normally competed together, being the undefeated winners for the past years. – No offense sis.

-If you’re not going with (Y/N), who is?! – One of the twins spoke up.

-Well, that’s the sole reason she invited the pretty boy over, isn’t it? – Her brother grinned, pointing at Aegon. – Because no one was going to slide with her this year.

-Why?! – Aemond asked, intrigued.

-She got overly excited with the prospects of winning last year and ended up pushing our brother of the hill and he broke his arm. – (Y/N)’s sister said, spilling the entire gossip without any consideration for her sister’s reputation. – He had to use a plaster cast throughout the entirety of the holidays and the pictures looked horrendous.

(Y/N) was burning red.

-It was a one-time thing. – She said, eyeing her sister. – And it was an accident!

-Right. – her sister smiled. – Keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel better. Everyone has different coping mechanisms; we won’t judge you. – She said while entering her sled.

The twins cracking a laugh.

She turned to look at Aegon.

-I promise you, I won’t break your arm. – she said. Eyes as big as saucers. Her hands tight together.

-Yeah, don’t make promises you can’t keep. -Her sister started talking once more.

(Y/N) gave her a look.

-That’s our cue. – Her older brother said, and they started sliding down, all by themselves.

While everyone watched, Aegon came closer to (Y/N).

-Well… That was reassuring. – he said, smiling an awkward smile, like he didn’t know if he should find the entire situation funny or if he should be concerned.

-They are exaggerating. – The girl said.

-So, you did not push your brother of the hill? – Aegon questioned, being met by silence. -And his arm did not break?

Silence again. The girl’s cheeks red once more.

-I seem to fail to see where this exaggeration is! – he said in a mocking tone.

- It was an accident. – The girl said exasperated.

-Okay, okay. – he said taking a step back, joking at the girl’s reaction.

-Hey, you two! – one of the twins screamed. – Enough with the small talk. We are up next.

While (Y/N) positioned her sled, she decided to reassure Aegon once more.

-Aegon, I promise, you have nothing to worry about.

-If someone has nothing to worry about it’s us. – the other twin said, already seated at the sled. – Uncle said you won a couple of pounds in college this year, so I’m guessing you’re going for snail-like speed style.

The boys started laughing, and (Y/N)’s eyes got bloodshot. She was mad beyond measure.

-That’s it. Aegon, get ready to push and jump.

-What?! – he said.

-Push! – She screamed. – We are NOT losing this. – she continued to scream while she started descending the hill and Aegon did his best to catch up.

-With that speed you are getting to the tree by next Christmas! – the twins said it together, having a laugh.

-Shut up you brats! – She screamed once more.

Aegon was impressed that they were able to keep a “conversation” at that speed. They were obviously very good at that sliding thing.

-Aegon. When I say go, incline your body to the front, that way we go faster.

-Faster?! – his eyes almost popping out of his skull.

-Go!

The sled almost leaving the ground.

-Eat that, suckers! – she started laughing.

The girl so focused on her rivals she forgot to look when they were heading.

-Look ahead! – she heard her brother scream.

-Oh no! – The people on top of the hill started to scream.

(Y/N) finally looked ahead.

-Aegon… - she started. – Hold on tight, we are about to crash!

-What?! – was all the boy had time to say before they were thrown of the sled.

There was silence. All that could be seen were a few flashes of limbs, the rest of their bodies deep in the fluffy snow.

(Y/N) was the first to peek her head, she looked side to side, looking for Aegon. Her snow-covered hair and big eyes making her look like a cartoon character.

-Are you dead?! – She asked the older boy.

-No… - he grunted, still trying to get his upper body out of the snow.

-Are your arms broken?! – she asked once more.

-I don’t think so… - he said, unsure.

-Good, because we’re still in the competition. Get up. – she said with a smile. – We need to go up the hill.

Aegon gulped.

-How many more times are we going to do this?! -he asked, voice quivering.

-Until we are eliminated, big guy. -she could see his hesitation. – But look at the bright side! We just got ourselves rid of the twins. – she pointed at the two boys sulking in the corner.

When they saw Aegon staring they gave him the middle finger.

So, he started to climb up the hill.

By the end of the “competition”, Aegon had seen his life flash before his eyes at least a dozen times. He was dizzy with the amount of adrenaline.

Jace and Luke were the winners, which made (Y/N)’s entire family whine about their “beginner’s luck”.

The twins were about to suggest a rematch when (Y/N)’s little sister sneezed.

-Oh. Here’s the sign we spent to much time out in the cold. – The girl said, snuggling her small sister.

-Well… - her older brother said, taking in the leading position. – It is lunch time anyways. So…

-I want waffles! – the little girl screamed.

-And I want fries. – one of the twins said.

-Can we have fried chicken? – little Daeron asked.

-Yes! Waffles and fried chicken! – the little girl quickly agreed.

-I was thinking this year we can do something a little different… - the man said. – Eat something healthy, something that can actually be considered a proper meal.

(Y/N) started booing and all her family members, including her brother’s fiancée followed her lead. Soon, the Targaryens decided to join in too. All of them but Aemond.

-Fine! FINE! We’ll do as you want. – The older man started to descend the hill with a pout on his face. – Be responsible, they said. It will be rewarding, they said… - he mumbled loud enough to make the others giggle.

(Y/N), feeling like she had to explain herself, started walking closer to Aegon.

-We always let the kids choose what we are going to eat after a sliding day. It has been like this ever since I was a child.

-It’s nice. -Aegon said. When he was a kid, he was also free to eat whatever he would have liked. But it was normally dinner, after a long day of studying, his afternoons filled with extracurricular activities. His driver, Criston, being the one to take him to Pizza Hut or whatever.

He couldn’t think of one single memory where his mother of father would have taken him and his siblings to a restaurant after a day of fun. Specially on Christmas time, when the Company was more demanding than ever.

After a short walk they were in front of the “Lord Frey’s Diner”.

-It’s presumptuous to call yourself “Lord”, being a Frey above all else, but the old man does make very good chicken. – (Y/N)’s older brother said while they took a seat.

-Damned be him and his chicken empire. – (Y/N)’s little sister made a cheer motion and received a few “cheers to that” and other sounds.

The Targaryens laughed at what seemed like a well-rehearsed attempt of an insult.

Soon the table was a mess. Everyone trying to squeeze their own orders.

After such confusion they ended up ordering more food then needed, which got the children very happy.

There was lots of laughter while the meal occurred. (Y/N) happy the families seemed to bond. Jace and the twins seemed as thick as thieves already, and her own little sister was entranced by Baela’s beauty and Rhaena’s calming voice.

The ruckus only got worse when (Y/N)’s cousins decided to start throwing food at each other’s open mouth, like an improvised game of basketball.

(Y/N)’s little sister turned her attention to Aemond, making silly faces at him. Annoying him to no end.

-What are you doing?! – The older sister asked. When she got no response, she quickly realized what this was about. -Stop it! He’s not a baby! You can’t get him to laugh at silly faces!

-It works with our neighbor! – the little girl pouts.

-That’s because he is two!

That made all Aemond’s siblings laugh, getting him properly red.

But soon it was all forgotten when the deserts started to arrive. Enough ice cream to feed an army.

After a few hours the clan was finally ready to leave. All the children not wanting to stand up, feeling too full to even move. They started saying goodbyes, the Targaryens thanking the invitation.

(Y/N) got closer to Aegon.

-I was thinking we could exchange phone numbers. – she smiled, with pink-tinted cheeks.

-Sure, princess. – Aegon said, finding it curious they hadn’t done it before.

-And I was also thinking… You could… maybe… come by my house tomorrow. – her voice getting lower and lower, while the red on her face got brighter and brighter.

The boy smiled at that, realizing that this time the invitation didn’t extend to his other family members.

-Text me the address and the time, princess. – He said, just as the families started going in opposite directions.

They both smiling to themselves. Smiles bright enough to blind.

After a while, when the Targaryens were already far away, Luke piped up:

-Do you think they will invite us next year?!

-I hope so. – Jace said. – It was the most fun I’ve had in a while.

-It was delightful. – Helena said, smiling, not able to shake the thought of that being the first nice family meal she ever attended, with no drunk fights and venomous remarks.

-It wasn’t that bad, I suppose. -Aemond said under his breath, not wanting to be heard.

But Aegon did heard.

And his heart started beating faster.

He was not sure why. But a warm content felling took over, nonetheless.

And then, his phone buzzed.

“Had fun today”, the text said.

That was indeed a great day.

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The Christmas Sugar Cookie War.

(Aegon Targaryen x reader)

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Chapter three: Last Christmas she pushed her brother off a hill.

It was the ideal setup for a nice winter morning. However, his nephews couldn’t shut up. Even his brother, Daeron, normally a collected child, was almost climbing the walls in anticipation.

-Regretting your choices, brother?! – Helena asked, on a happy teasing tone. Her voice barely heard with all the ruckus around them.

Aegon raised his eyebrow at that.

-Well… I think it’s going to be lovely. – Aegon said and Helena looked at him suspiciously. – After we control these little demons, that is.

The siblings turned their gaze to the four kids that were screaming at each other.

-C’mon! We’ve gotta go! -Luke said jumping on the sofa, almost squishing Aegon. -We can’t be late! Let’s go! Let’s go!

All the other “kids” started to agree with him. Well, Jace wasn’t supposed to be considered a kid, but… it is what it is.

-We are just waiting on Aemond. -Aegon said with a devilish grin making its way to his face.

So, they started screaming for Aemond. The taller boy making his way out of his bedroom. His eye sharp with murderous intent.

-Stop screaming. Let’s go. – His voice deep and annoyed.

As they were leaving, Aegon was stopped by Aemond’s hand on his elbow.

-If it wasn’t for mother… I would have killed you already.

Aegon gulped but smiled.

-And I believe you brother.

-Hurry up, you two! -Helena called with a beaming expression, holding hands with a, also beaming, Daeron.

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(Y/N)’s family waited for the Targaryens on the top of a hill. It was a perfect day for sliding and they were excited.

Well. (Y/N) and her younger sister were excited. Her brother and her twin cousins looked like they just bit into lemon. They weren’t super happy about this new “friendship with the enemy”.

But… what’s done is done.

They heard the Targaryens before actually seeing them.

After they were all up the hill (Y/N) smiled and welcomed them, since her brother was obviously not going to do it, and her sister seamed shy in Aegon’s presence.

They all said their hellos.

Aegon decided to do a quickly run through of his own family, mentioning his own three siblings, his three nephews and his two cousins, Baela and Rhaena.

-You mentioned a referee?! – Jace piped up. Being the sports addict he was, the prospects of a competition exciting him.

-We can start so you guys can get the hang of it. - (Y/N)’s brother suggested. – A demonstration so you guys can see the course.

-If you’re not going with (Y/N), who is?! – One of the twins spoke up.

-Well, that’s the sole reason she invited the pretty boy over, isn’t it? – Her brother grinned, pointing at Aegon. – Because no one was going to slide with her this year.

-Why?! – Aemond asked, intrigued.

(Y/N) was burning red.

-It was a one-time thing. – She said, eyeing her sister. – And it was an accident!

-Right. – her sister smiled. – Keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel better. Everyone has different coping mechanisms; we won’t judge you. – She said while entering her sled.

The twins cracking a laugh.

She turned to look at Aegon.

-I promise you, I won’t break your arm. – she said. Eyes as big as saucers. Her hands tight together.

-Yeah, don’t make promises you can’t keep. -Her sister started talking once more.

(Y/N) gave her a look.

-That’s our cue. – Her older brother said, and they started sliding down, all by themselves.

While everyone watched, Aegon came closer to (Y/N).

-Well… That was reassuring. – he said, smiling an awkward smile, like he didn’t know if he should find the entire situation funny or if he should be concerned.

-They are exaggerating. – The girl said.

-So, you did not push your brother off the hill? – Aegon questioned, being met by silence. -And his arm did not break?