Fired Up (Chapter Three: "Prohibidado") - Modern Aegon Targaryen/Aemond Targaryen/Jacaerys Velaryon x Reader
Summary: Cheer camp commences and Aegon and Jace learn something new about you..
PAIRINGS: Aegon x Reader, Aemond x Reader, Jace x Reader
Word Count: 2,150
TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of the Dragon/Fire and Blood characters nor do I claim to own them.
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You all take your seats in the grass, Aegon and Jace being a bit further behind from you and the rest of the team. They look around at the bevy of gorgeous girls around them, thinking to themselves that they must’ve done something right in a previous life because how the fuck did they actually manage to pull this off?
Then, they see the one person they never thought they would see at cheer camp.
Aunt Laena. And Uncle Daemon.
Jace’s jaw drops in shock while Aegon just stares, unsure of what to think.
“Are you fired up?!” Daemon hollers to the crowd, hands on his hips.
“We’re fired up!”
He moves to the other side, repeating the question and getting the same response before asking, “How do you spell ‘fired up’?”
“F-U!”
“Not really,” Jace mumbles, looking at Aegon, confused.
“What’s that spell?” Daemon all but screams.
“Fired up!”
“Not that way either,” Aegon mutters back, watching the whole thing with a sense of disbelief.
“Damn straight, F-U!” Daemon declares, walking across the stage; Jace and Aegon lean over to see you, Aemond, Luke, and the others staring up at him in awe, like he’s Aegon the Conqueror reborn or something, “You’re at university now, Fired Up University! Cheer college, my friends, none of this high school stuff for you. You got three weeks and we’re gonna take you right to the top of F-U.”
Aegon and Jace exchange an incredulous look. Uncle Daemon. Of all the cheer camps in the world…
“How do you do? I’m Coach Daemon and I’m the skipper of this here spirit ship,” Daemon says, grinning as all of you, save for Aegon and Jace, cheer for him like he’s some sort of rockstar, “As many of you know, I was the very first male cheerleader ever to compete at Nationals. I was born cheering. My mother swore the first thing out of her whatsit was a little pair of baby hands doing spirit fingers!”
Jace wrinkles his nose in disgust as he looks at the rest of the cheerleaders giggling at the joke, “Come on, man…”
“That’s a joke, but it really happened,” Daemon says sternly before moving on, “And this here is my super-sexy handsome wife, Coach Laena, your head counselor!”
“Super-sexy handsome?” Aegon repeats, “Fucking hell, this just gets better and better. It’s like an episode of the Twilight Zone, bro.”
“Only it’s our family…”
“Welcome everyone,” Laena calls out after a rather long, wet kiss from her husband that has most of you “aww”ing and Jace and Aegon staring in mild horror, “For the next three weeks, you’ll train with me and the other coaches and then compete in a tournament with the top teams going on to the State Finals!”
“So that’ll be the Panthers and two other teams,” Brittany pipes up, earning a collective eye roll from almost everyone present except for the members of her own squad.
“Fucking bitch,” you mumble to Aemond who nods in agreement, resting a hand on your knee and squeezing gently to calm you.
You’re startled by Sara raising her hand and nearly shrieking that she has a question, “Me, me, me, me!”
“Yes, ma’am, right here,” Daemon approaches her.
“I heard that there was this really hard move called the Fountain of Troy that some team did at the worlds. Are we gonna learn that?” she asks, clasping her hands together in excitement.
“Sure, I’ll teach you how to do the Fountain of Troy,” you all start cheering but are promptly cut off by Daemon snapping, “Then I’ll teach you how to put makeup on a bear! Not only is that move nearly impossible to execute, it’s extremely dangerous. It is prohibidado.”
“Prohibi what?” Aegon whispers.
“Prohibidado,” Daemon repeats, pointing at him, causing the blond to gulp, “And I say that in Spanish because that’s how exotic and not allowed it is! You can’t even say ‘Fountain of Troy’ at this cheer camp. Go ahead and say it.”
Luke pipes up, a wicked little grin on his face, “Fountain of Tr-”
“STOP IT!” Daemon snaps, pointing at him, “What are you doing, this isn’t a game? I’m not playing around up here!”
Laena gives him a warning look, resting a hand on his shoulder, “Honey.”
“It’s just a joke,” Daemon tries to breathe and calm himself down, “First week of cheer camp. Lighten things up, have a good time. Everybody say it, ‘Fountain of Troy’.”
“Fountain of Tr-”
“OH MY GOD, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!”
Jace snickers to Aegon, “He’s lost his mind.”
Laena takes the reins, clapping her hands and giving Daemon a stern look before he stomps off, “Okay, let’s all hit the bunks and get a good night’s sleep! Welcome to cheer camp.”
The first day of cheer camp goes pretty damn well, if you say so yourself. Everyone is in high spirits, doing their best at warm-ups and team building exercises, and the extra muscle you get from Aegon and Jace is definitely helping, no matter how much it pains you to admit it. You see Aemond eyeing them suspiciously every so often as they chat up girls from the other teams. As far as you’re concerned? They can fuck who they want as long as your team gets to Nationals.
Well, it does kind of annoy you, but what fucking ever.
“Butterfly tattoo,” Aegon mutters to Jace as they do laps around the field, “Dibs on that. I’m gonna write her name in my book in no time.”
“I can’t believe you document your conquests,” Jace rolls his eyes, elbowing his friend.
“Grandpa owns a payroll company, loves records.”
“It’s just fuckin’ weird, bro.”
“Tell it to our dog, Fica.”
Between their sob stories about how they got into cheering, by the week’s end, they’ve managed to hook up with nearly half the girls at camp, a pretty impressive feat, they think. But there’s still their main conquest.
You.
And Aemond, the fucking fire-breathing dragon guarding you. He’s always there, glaring at them, like some sort of attack dog. He refuses to let either of them base you, insisting that he and you have worked out how to do it properly. And the minute they try to get close to you, there he is, shooing them away, nostrils flaring with anger.
But even he has to admit, the squad is looking a lot better. Especially since Maris isn’t basing anymore. God, was she a shitty base. Aemond still remembers your sprained neck sophomore year. Not the squad’s finest moment.
At dinner in the mess hall one night, Aegon, as usual, complains to Jace about the food, “Zucchini? Leafy greens? Kale? Jicama? Sprouts? That’s the only thing that sucks about cheer camp,” he sighs, “The sacrifices I make for ass. Remember when I pretended to be into Nickelback for that chick?”
Jace nods, shaking his head, “Man, they suck.”
“And so did she,” Aegon grins, “Up top.”
“Dude, I’m not gonna high five you for a BJ you got a year ago,” Aegon grabs his hand and forces the high five, “That doesn’t fucking count-”
“Boys.”
Aegon lets out an entirely unmanly shriek when Luke appears right in front of both of them, “Luke.”
“Little brother,” Jace nods, “What’s up?”
“You guys looking to go off-menu?” he whispers conspiratorially, opening his letterman jacket to reveal an assortment of snacks, “I got Kit Kats, Snickers, and German sweet tarts,” at Jace’s puzzled expression, he explains, “Wipes out the taste of every other candy.”
“I’ll take everything you’ve got,” Aegon says, immediately digging into his pocket for money, only for Luke to snap at him.
“Not here, Shawshank! The squares are watching. Put it in the sycamore tree out back.”
“Where’s our candy gonna be?” Aegon questions as Luke walks away.
“Check your pockets.”
And there they are.
The two of them walk around eating their candy, feeling the sugar high and subsequent low hit them, though they feel pretty damn happy with themselves. They’re surprised when you come walking up to the two of them, Aemond close behind you.
“Do you guys have a sec?” you ask, your voice less hostile than usual, prompting Jace and Aegon nod, exchanging looks, “Some of the girls have been talking about you guys-”
“Don’t believe anything anyone says,” Jace blurts, earning an eye roll from Aemond, an elbow to the gut from Aegon, and an amused smile from you that the boys can’t help but find adorable.
“They’ve been saying they think this is the best the team has ever been. So Aemond and I wanted to say thanks,” you pause before continuing, the four of you walking, “I know I may have been against the two of you joining the squad at the beginning-”
“I believe you called us ‘godless douche-monsters,” Jace grins wryly.
Aegon corrects him, “Nah, that was my little bro. Princess here called us ‘soulless beav-wranglers’.”
You offer a sheepish smile, “I’m trying to apologize here.”
“There’s no need,” Jace says, smiling back at you.
Aegon nods, grinning, “But either way, apology accepted,” you stumble over a rock and before Aemond can grab you, Aegon does, catching you in his arms, “Whoa there.”
You laugh at yourself, standing up, “You’d think as a cheerleader I’d be a little more graceful.”
“I like you clumsy,” Aegon winks, “Means I get to catch you.”
“Oh, please,” Aemond scowls.
“Smooth,” Jace lets out a low whistle.
That’s when you’re all interrupted by the sound of a car honking. And judging by the bright smile on your face when you turn around, you seem to know the owner of the obnoxiously loud Hummer on the side of the road.
“Fucking hell,” Aemond grouses under his breath as you run over to the car.
And out pops a rather attractive looking blond, who immediately starts making out with you like his life depends on it. Aegon and Jace’s jaws drop while Aemond just stares in annoyance.
“Who’s the face-eater?” Aegon whispers to his little brother.
“Don’t ask me about it,” Aemond snaps back.
“Guys, come meet my boyfriend!”
“What is with that car?” Aegon mutters.
“Maybe he won an Arnold Schwarzenneger trivia contest,” Jace replies.
“Guys, this is my boyfriend,” you smile, resting your head on his chest, “Well, Aemond, you know Jake.”
“Indeed I do,” Aemond says, a saccharine sweet smile on his face.
“Pre-fiance actually,” Jake gives them a haughty little look that has all three of them wanting to punch him in the face, “What’s up, guys, I’m Dr. Jake Lannister.”
“Aren’t you a little young to be a doctor?” Jace raises an eyebrow.
“He’s pre-med,” Aemond answers, barely biting back the sarcasm in his voice.
“Then why call yourself ‘doctor’?” Aegon asks.
“Why put off the inevitable?” Jake retorts sharply before looking at Jace and pointing out some invisible spot, “You should get that mole checked out. I’d do it myself but I don’t have my bag on me.”
“What, like your backpack?” Jace asks, confused.
“How’d you two crazy kids meet, Jake?” Aegon questions.
“It’s a funny story, actually,” Jake gives Aemond a smirk, noticing how he’s staring at him with barely concealed hatred, “Our parents knew each other from way back and they introduced us.”
“It’s not that funny a story,” Aemond snarks at him.
“Not really even a story,” Aegon adds.
“Just like a fact,” Jace states.
“We’ve been going out since I was a sophomore and he was a junior,” you say, leaning your head on Jake’s shoulder.
“We should hit it, babe, I told the guys we’d be done with dinner in forty-five.”
You frown slightly, a bit disappointed, “The guys are with you?”
“It was a long-ass drive, babe,” Jake coos, almost sickeningly sweet, “You didn’t want me falling asleep at the wheel, did you?”
Aemond grits his teeth as you reply, “No, I’m glad you made it-”
“Yeah, you’re glad,” Jake cuts you off, “I got a rezzy at Red Lobster. We’ve got a booth in the back behind a plant so no one can see how much we’re all-you-can-eating,” he winks at the boys, smacking your ass, “If you know what I’m saying. Sweet deal you kids have going on here,” Jake sighs,”Wish I could hang out and play all summer. Just a little busy picking my specialty.”
“Specialty?” Jace raises his eyebrows for what feels like the millionth time that night.
“You’re a freshman, Doctor Jake,” Aemond sneers.
“Your specialty should be putting a cow in the dean’s office.”
Jake snaps his fingers, grinning at Aegon, “Animal House reference. Love it!”
The boys watch Jake shepherd you into his car and each of them feels a pit in their stomach.
But also, when they look at each other, they feel a new sense of purpose. An alliance of sorts.
The Get Rid of Jake Alliance.
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