Aegon Targaryen x reader
Modern AU
Aegon is a disaster in the kitchen but he still tries to cook for his lovely girlfriend
Aegon Targaryen, the notorious party-goer and all-around charismatic university student, had a reputation for being good at many things: charming his professors, acing last-minute exams, and throwing legendary parties. However, cooking was definitely not one of them. This fact was well-known to his friends, who had learned the hard way to avoid anything Aegon attempted to cook. Unfortunately, his girlfriend, you, had yet to experience Aegon’s culinary misadventures firsthand.
It was a lazy Saturday afternoon, and you were curled up on the couch in Aegon’s apartment, scrolling through your phone. Aegon, sprawled out beside you, suddenly sat up with a look of determination in his eyes.
“You know what, babe? I think I’m going to cook us dinner tonight,” he announced, puffing out his chest as if he'd just declared he was going to climb Mount Everest.
You raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. “Are you sure about that? I remember hearing something about you nearly burning down your kitchen once.”
Aegon waved his hand dismissively. “That was one time! I’ve learned a lot since then. Trust me, I can handle it.”
You narrowed your eyes at him, clearly unconvinced. “Really? Because last time you tried, you set off the fire alarm with a bowl of cereal.”
“That was a fluke!” Aegon insisted, a slight blush creeping up his neck. “I’ve got this. You’ll see. I’m going to make the best meal you’ve ever had.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at his confidence. “Alright, Mr. Master Chef, but just in case, I’ll keep the fire extinguisher nearby.”
Aegon shot you a playful glare but quickly got to work, rolling up his sleeves and tying on an apron. You sat back, fully prepared to witness the chaos that was about to unfold. Aegon strutted into the kitchen with all the swagger of a TV chef, throwing ingredients onto the counter with a flourish. He’d decided on pasta because, as he put it, “How hard can it be?”
It turned out, very hard.
First, there was the issue of the boiling water. Aegon had filled the pot nearly to the brim, not realizing that pasta needed space to cook. As he tossed the dry pasta in, a geyser of boiling water erupted, narrowly missing him. He yelped and jumped back, glancing sheepishly at you.
“Just a minor setback!” he called out, trying to maintain his bravado.
You stifled a giggle, watching as he attempted to salvage the situation. But things quickly spiraled out of control. He tried to make a tomato sauce, but somehow ended up with a charred mess that looked like it had been scraped from the bottom of a coal mine. He accidentally seasoned the sauce with sugar instead of salt, turning it into a bizarrely sweet concoction that smelled distinctly wrong.
The pièce de résistance came when Aegon decided to flambé the sauce, something he’d seen done on a cooking show once. He grabbed a bottle of rum, splashed way too much into the pan, and ignited it with a match. A dramatic whoosh of flames shot up, licking the kitchen ceiling. Aegon’s eyes widened in horror as the fire alarm blared overhead.
You leapt to your feet, grabbing the fire extinguisher and rushing to his side. With a practiced hand (clearly, this was not the first time), you doused the flames, leaving a slightly singed but intact kitchen. The smoke slowly cleared, and Aegon stood there, covered in soot, looking utterly defeated.
“Maybe... maybe flambé was a bit ambitious,” he admitted, coughing slightly.
You couldn’t help but burst into laughter. “Aegon, I think it’s safe to say cooking is not your forte.”
He looked at you, his face a mix of sheepishness and amusement. “Okay, okay, I admit it. I’m a disaster in the kitchen. But hey, I was just trying to impress you.”
You softened, stepping closer to wipe a smudge of soot off his cheek. “You don’t need to impress me with cooking,” you said, smiling. “Besides, it’s the thought that counts, right?”
Aegon grinned, pulling you into a hug. “Yeah, but next time, maybe we should order takeout.”
You laughed, nodding in agreement. “Definitely. Although, I have to say, this was pretty entertaining.”
He chuckled, holding you close. “Glad to provide the entertainment, babe. But seriously, I’ll leave the cooking to the professionals from now on.”
As you both stood in the smoke-filled kitchen, laughing and holding each other, you realized that even in the midst of a culinary catastrophe, Aegon’s heart was in the right place. And while he might not be a master chef, he was definitely the guy who could make you smile, even when things went hilariously wrong.
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