#have some soft helaegon on this night

[crumbledstatues]

@poweresides | 🛑 | AEGON (for Helaena)

IT WAS AN ACCIDENT, but even then, he finds it a surprise when it's Helaena that tends to him. A mere miscommunication where he had lost his temper, quick to shield her from a hand teaching out that she did not want to take. It was a quick slip of a ring catching on his skin, yet it had cut, and he had bled down the side of his face. It seemed as though they were more regretful of hurting him than attempting to lay a hand on Helaena, but he made them apologize to her nonetheless. How dare they think they are allowed to her, her presence, to feel her body or skin.

He's quiet for awhile, watches her intently. It's not often that he takes the time to observe her like this, let his eyes sweep over her face, her nimble hands. She is beautiful, he won't deny that. He's lucky that even though he was chosen to do this duty, he could look upon his wife and not regret it. It's been some time since he's seen her smile but he remembers what it looks like. He hates to admit it makes him smile too. Sometimes it's fleeting, either directed at him or something else entirely, but it warms him from the inside. It's why he had grown so jealous when Jace asked her to dance, her smile wider than he had ever seen before near him. He's never made her smile like that.

His thumb and forefinger gently takes her wrist, rubbing a singular circle into the flesh there before moving it towards him. He'll protect her, protect what is his. His lips are feather-light and chaste, right against where his thumb had been. He wants to jest, how they could not defeat him. The words he longs to tell her lays low in his throat, unable to come out.

I'll always keep you safe.

"Thank you."

send 🛑 to clean blood off of my muse after they protected yours.

[lullaebies]

Helaegon prompt: once Helaena told Aegon how she would love to visit the city and walk on the streets, try some street foods and cheap wines one day. So on her nameday Aegon took her for a city walk, he made sure she taste all the street foods and wines, after roaming the whole city they went to dragon pit, took their dragons and went for a ride. Then they had their first kiss, it was a full moon night, while kissing they both were on there dragons, before kissing they had some conversation like BRAIME where Aegon said something like "I've never kissed anyone on a dragon before" then Helaena said something like "I've never kissed anyone before" then they kissed

I know it might be kinda corny but the brainrot is so real that i can't help 🙈

did i stay up till five am to write this? yes. do i regret it? no. you asked for corny and i DELIVER! very soft cute helaegon is due. i had to make some concessions to make things make sense, but i stuck to most of the prompt <3 it's over 2k, so def my longest req so far!

The city is splayed before her in a way like never before.

Helaena follows Aegon through the twisting alleyways and the loud streets. The sun is setting with an unignorable glow down the road, the vivid orange rays warming up even the shadows of the buildings. She would have assumed that most people would start making their way to their homes now, but it seems as if the streets are only growing more crowded.

She doesn’t quite understand how Aegon manages to find his path between the people so easily, evading them and walking between them confidently and swiftly. He skips on nimble feet as if he’s mouse ready to sprint away. Don’t mention that to him, she thinks to herself. He didn’t like that one time she compared him to skipper butterfly, and those she thinks are quite pretty too.

The fact he complied with her wish to see the city on her nameday at all has her surprised; she doesn’t want to quite ruin it.

This is the first time she sees the different vendors that are offered. They ran past the fruit and vegetable markets when they went down Aegon’s High Hill, and her legs still feel giddy at the feeling of running down to the city’s horizon instead of only seeing it from afar, but now her mouth waters at the smell of the street food.

To her side she sees a man and lady together operating a moveable oven, sitting on a carriage. “Hot pies, hot pies!” the man shouts to the street, and she cannot help but laugh. She has never seen such a thing before.

Aegon looks back at her, already a few steps away. “What are you ogling there?” he yells towards her, as if they are both not doing something forbidden, in cloaks that hide who they are. Helaena snaps her head back, and rushes by his side. 

“They are making pies in an oven that moves,” she tells him, the smile not quite overwritten from her face. 

Aegon snorts. “They do,” he says. “But before your cheeks grow too warm at the sight, those do taste rather dusty.”

She pouts at him and his dismissive smirk. She almost thinks him more so lazy to not take her to try; a part of her thinks she should just scurry closer on her own, but then he takes her hand, and starts whirling her towards another stand, where another merchant stands.

“If you want nameday pastries we can go to the Street of Flour,” he says, when the sizzling of ham and sausage reaches her ears before the scent reaches her nose. “But you’d be better off trying something new on your nameday, sweet sister.” 

Aegon tosses the merchant a few silver coins, and with few words the man gives them not only meat but also mead. The meat is on skewers, each piece a different meat with some burnt tomatoes in between, and she looks at it sheepishly while her brother wolfs down his part of the meal easily. She follows his steps, and takes a daring bite.

The herbs used in the seasoning burn at her tongue, mouth falling open. Aegon laughs when he brings his hand to bring her jaw back to its place. “Wash it down,” he tells her, lifting up his cup of mead as a hint. Helaena licks her lips, and brings her cup up to look at it. The orange of the sunset spills into the beverage, in a way reflecting like thick honey in its glass. It doesn’t look bad.

She hums, and decidedly clanks her cup against his, giving a timid smile. Aegon seems receptive to implicit suggestion, grinning. He downs it as easily as he did his skewer, while she’s in for another surprise. There’s a mildness of honey to it, but more than all, the drink makes her throat feel fuzzy upon first sip.

Helaena finds that she doesn’t hate it. She takes another sip, and decides she even likes it. She asks for some more after she finishes.; Aegon ends up buying the cup off of the merchant, letting her walk with it further down the street.

When the sun decides it toiled enough for the day, and the darker night sets in, they stumble closer together. Aegon is surprised when she holds onto his arm, but the many people around them have her slightly unnerved, and there is clamour all around them. She feels slightly fuzzy, though all the same content.

There are celebrations all around them and the bards’ tunes are heard loudly from the taverns scattered around them. Street performers breathe fires and make puppets on a string dance, garnering audiences that erupted in laughter every once in a while.

They all look so happy.

Helaena looks up at Aegon. He shouts in excitement at some of the performers who dance with the fires at hand, his face at ease she finds nostalgic. His voice is gritty in a sense that is almost grating, and a part of her wants to take her revenge from before and bring his mouth to a close too, but ends up only grazing her fingers against his cheek.

His head turns to her in curiosity, and she watches him with her own interest plain on her face. Their impending wedding comes back to mind; her nerves wouldn’t allow her to think of it often, but her mind slips away to it easily now.

“Happy nameday, princess!” Sudden roars from the nearby tavern come along, and Helaena is spooked beyond belief, bending completely into Aegon’s chest. Her hood falls off and she looks around her; how would they know. Aegon keeps her firm from falling, and looks at her with his positively all-knowing grin once more. 

“Don’t frown,” he says, pinching her cheek with slight care. “They are celebrating in your name, you know.”

Helaena blinks at him, the purse of her lips still evident. “In my name?”

“They’ll take any reason to celebrate. For them we’re good enough as any,” he says, and raises playful eyebrows at her. “I thought you’d like that. When did you grow picky? You should celebrate with them.”

You look so happy, she thinks, and she isn’t sure what is this swelling feeling of piercing warmth that surges within her. Like a gap in her heart that only now became evident. She stabilises herself in his hands, too prideful to admit as much, but able to admit the facts. “I’m already celebrating with you.”

That makes him grow quiet, his grip on his arm growing looser, more cautious. Perhaps even alarmed. She feels stuck in time until another intervention outside comes forth.

“...Princess?” A goldcloak calls, slightly far ahead. Ser Luthor Largent, Helaena recalls; he’s the captain of the barracks in the Tower of the Hand. He squints his eyes at her as he draws closer. “Princess Helaena?”

Aegon takes one quick look at him, and grabs her wrist, and starts running. The hood of his cloak falls off too, and suddenly both of their silver locks are out in the air. Helaena grabs the skirts of her dress and starts to match his pace, and the sound of Ser Luthor’s armor clanking behind them as he tries to run after them is suddenly exciting.

He calls them, but Aegon laughs over the man’s yells, and so does she. When they finally lose him between the upwards twisted alleys, they are on Rhaenys’s hill, a long walk away from the beaten path back to the Keep. The chill on the night that is creeping upon them starts to be felt. Mother will surely know they’ve been gone now that a goldcloak recognized them. It would be wise to end the night here, sneak into the keep and feign innocence, but Helaena has her mind set on where she wants to go. 

The dragonpit.

“Where are you dragging me?” Aegon asks panting when she starts going up the hill, hand capturing his and forcing him to come along. He complies almost too easily.

“To celebrate my nameday,” she chuckles into the cold air.

She manages to convince the dragonkeepers to allow her to see Dreamfyre; for her nameday,after all. Dreamfyre also makes a compelling case, when she roars in agreement from the depths of pits. Aegon says hello to Sunfyre briefly, promising the golden dragon he’ll come to him in another morning, when the sun is up.

Aegon watches her prepare to get on Dreamfyre, however, leaning against a stone wall. “To think the first time I take you out of the Keep, you leave me drunk and abandoned,” he says half-heartedly. “Perhaps Mother would be as disappointed in you as she will be with me.”

Helaena shakes her head at him, a gummy smile on her face. “Not likely, I’d think,” she says, and comes to take him by the hand. “I told you, I am celebrating with you.”

“Huh?” he asks, and he doesn’t realize, until Dreamfyre heeds her wishes just as he heeded her too, and cranes her neck so they can both come atop her. It’s her turn to chuckle, when it dawns on him, and he mumbles like a child, unsure.

“Hel, we’re both rather drunk—”

“Dreamfyre’s big, she won’t let us fall,” Helaena answers simply. Aegon might be unsure, but that unsureness is odder than simple reservations. His eyes stuck on her apprehensive, but also waiting. She knows it; so she prompts him further. “Please.”

And he submits as she asks, as if he had never expected it at all.

The moon is round, full, and gleaming when they take off to the air, both strapped and secured to the saddle. Dreamfyre takes to the winds elegantly, with precise beats of her large wingspan lifting them gently. Aegon clings onto her; he was a dragonrider first, but never has he rode a dragon with someone else. He grips onto her firmly, like a lifeline when they take off. 

And underneath them, the city is shining with lanterns and torches alit all around, the hue of the dim moonlight giving washes over it to make it seem peaceful, from so high up. Before long, Dreamfyre settles into a pace, glistening for all to see and letting Helaena lean back against Aegon as she flies gently through the sky.

She turns her head back to Aegon, and meets his gaze that was already on her. “What?” she asks him.

Aegon licks his lips, but wills himself to speak. “I’ve just been thinking,” he starts, and a hint of a grin appears again. “I’ve never kissed someone on dragonback before.”

Helaena feels the weight of her heart sink and soar; for a moment she almost thinks Dreamfyre descended down. Aegon’s hold on her midsection feels tighter, the top of her head nuzzles at the crook of his neck before she lifts herself slightly, and looks back at him. Gently, she offers. “‘I’ve never kissed anyone before.”

Aegon chuckles at that, and she nearby wants to elbow him, but then his face is right by hers, and his nose is tickling against her own. She closes her eyes, and there’s plump pressure against her lips. She nearly laughs into it herself; how his naturally pouty and sullen lips felt prominent even in their kiss. It made her giddy, however.

For how sullen and pouty they could be, she can feel his lips draw a smile on hers. She kisses him back while he deepens the kiss, teaching her all stuff anew as he did when they were down below in the streets. 

I feel so happy.

They only break apart when Dreamfyre roars and breathes out her pale flames.It takes them both by surprise at first, but they both fall into giggles soon enough. Aegon slouches over her shoulder, trying to repress a wheeze.

“Happy nameday, Hel,” Aegon says, settling against her. 

She hopes they’ll get to celebrate as such in years to come, too.

[moonshine999]

Hiii!! I know that this is really random and I humbly apologize but your one post about helaegon being super touchy with each other is my Roman Empire!!

I just love the image of them being physically affectionate with one another at like all times😭

I was wondering if you had any random hcs about them being physically affectionate? If not totally ignore me lol!! I love your blog and I die for everything that you post!!!!!💓💓💓

Oh. My. Gods. This might be the sweetest thing ever. Thank you so so very much!  Your compliments mean the absolute world to me because you were one the first blogs I started following here. This is amazing omg. I genuinely don’t know how to thank you enough, love.

don’t worry though , not random at all, I love doing asks 

And yes yes I definitely do.

🕯️When Helaena was pregnant, Aegon would definitely touch her baby bump if he was near enough to her, even when not necessary. Maybe because he wants to protect his wife and kid(s) or he just wants some excuse to reach out and touch her. It’s always soft caresses or even small tickles that have her holding back her laughs in the middle of public events like tourneys or banquets. He will never get tired of her slapping his hand away with a smile and a scrunched up face due to her efforts not to laugh. 

🕯️When they have their anniversary, they always manage to escape the celebrations early and put the kids to bed. After that they just giggle and dance together in their night clothes to the music coming from the halls below. No one to watch them but the other. They can go off routine and no one would give a shit. It’s better to just be free with the other rather than be surrounded by pompous guests and their false well wishes.

🕯️ Them unwinding after a long day.

They each hold a kid (they’ll alternate who gets to carry Maelor )and take them to their room. Both of them will kiss the kid/s they are holding and then go to kiss the one/s the other is holding. And then they’ll just kiss each other before handing them off to be taken to their rooms. 

(Idk if I described this exactly how I imagine it but yeah)

Falling on the bed together and then falling into fits of giggles, touching and tickling each other before they finally calm down. Helaena rests his head against his chest and starts reading. He admires his wife’s features and plays with her hair. Occasionally giving her small kisses on her forehead and watching her nose scrunch up at him.

🕯️They nearly always bathe and get dressed together. They wash the other off without any funny business ofc and then just get dressed with each other. But there are always moments like Aegon kissing her shoulder right before she pulls her dress up there or Hel giving him a love bite (I love calling them that, idc if it’s cringe) just low enough so that it’s covered by his collar. Or them hugging while he tightens her corset and she pins in his cloak.

🕯️Them escaping to the gardens to walk or collect flowers and fruits for their kids. Aegon occasionally spinning Hel around while she drags him to find the blue flowers Jaehaerys likes. They make sure no one is around before collapsing  into the grass and just admiring each other and kissing the other’s hand while they talk. Right before they have to leave though, they’ll just take a few more moments to look at each other and revel in their luck.

🕯️Aegon comes to their chambers late one night and finds Helaena is already asleep. So he just lays down as close as he can to her, without trying to wake her up. When he closes his eyes, he just feels her hand wrapping around him and her face fitting in the crook of his neck. Confused but lovesick as he is, accepts her embrace.

🕯️this man is a fucking body worshipper (I mean have you seen how gorgeous his wife is, I would be too)

I mean she has her insecurities of course but they were just amplified by her pregnancy. He’ll always touch her thighs or stomach or areas where she has stretch marks (because argue with a wall, these two have memorised each other’s body as though the other was some holy scripture) during events where they are made to sit together. He can sense her getting insecure or feeling down so he’ll quickly peck her shoulder and touch those areas to remind her just how gorgeous she is. They definitely fuck after the celebrations are over and I can tell you as a speck of dust in their room, it is the most sensual and loving thing the other can ever call their own. Oh and btw, both of them are switches. 

these are just a few that I absolutely love the idea of

again, thank you so so much for your kind words, I appreciate it and you so much.

[galadrielette]

I’m new to reading Helaegon but I adore it so much!! Do you have any fic recs?? If you’ve already shared this I apologize. I love it all dark to fluffy heartwarming (I’m a sucker for a soft happy ending with these two because god knows they’ll never get it in canon 😭) ❤️❤️❤️

hi hello here are some that i have bookmarked on ao3:

ages of delirium: When Aegon stumbles upon Helaena masturbating to unusual porn, he makes a deal with her not to tell their mother about it. But when Helaena breaks her word, he sets out to embarrass his sister for her curious sexual preferences. As time passes, Aegon unfortunately finds himself increasingly consumed by the desire to please his sister rather than humiliate her.

long nights, with your hands up in my hair: five times helaena and aegon had kinky (occasionally non-consensual) sex, and one time it was fluffy.

i hope you know we had everything: ‘Mostly, he ignores you…. Except, when he’s drunk.’ Helaeana said during the feast. Helaena lied. Or maybe teased. A provocation. (Or: Helaena and Aegon growing into marriage and parenthood as they deserve to be shown on screen *judges the show*)

the good wife: a wedding night story

dream the crow black dream: Just a pair of tragic, doomed by the narrative siblings in gothic romantic love trying to always find their way back home. To each other. (or Aegon and Helaena as they should be and deserve to be throughout the events of Fire and Blood).

[lullaebies]

Helaegon prompt: Maelor's egg hatches in the night and they wake up to a little dragon and their youngest laughing jumping on their bed

Oh that's adorable! Let's try <3 I strayed a bit from the dragon being the main focus, and it's kinda divided into two sections; I hope that's fine. -

The crickets sing outside the red bricks of the Keep. Helaena watches quietly as Maelor sits on Aegon's lap, playing with the gold ring on his father's finger. Every now and then, a night like this comes, when Aegon is caught by the children, and is anchored by them in their room. Helaena sits, watching from afar on the bed; it is growing late, but Maelor has been doing his best to keep himself awake and his father engaged. Aegon yawns, half-asleep on the chair. "Twerp," he says crassly, catching the roundness of their son's cheek between their fingers. "You need to go to bed." Maelor brings his hand to Aegon's palm, grabbing it. He shakes his head. "I don' want," he mumbles, leaning onto his abdomen. Aegon inhales quickly; there are circles around his eyes. Helaena almost pities him. She knows the feeling, too. "You need to sleep to grow," Aegon tries again. "It's important."

"Papa's important," the boy retorts. Aegon stills visibly and breathes in. Maelor is soft-spoken, as much as a toddler can be, but his words tend to hit sharp. Helaena rises from the bed. She shouldn't let Maelor see his father freeze like this.

"How about you sleep with us today?" she asks. To some degree, the question is for both of them. If Aegon wants to shy away, then he would find a way to refuse; but it is a firm offer, trying to convince him not to. Maelor would be so happy, if he'll agree.

Aegon looks at her somewhat apprehensively but keeps quiet, looking back to Maelor, whose eyes widen and gleam at the idea as he gasps childishly. "And Eggy too?" he asks. "Eggy?" Aegon tilts his head. "Am I Eggy?" he asks her half appalled at the prospect. Helaena snorts to herself before shaking her head. "You can bring your dragon egg too, Maelor," she clarifies.

"Okay!" He beams, and finally slides off his father's legs, rushing to go get his pale green egg. She watches him go. Aegon melts back into the chair, rubbing his eyes. "Fucking Eggy," he laughs tiredly as his hands run over his face. "Have you done it on purpose?" he asks her. She ponders what to say for a moment before she decides to nod. "Would that be bad?" she asks him back. "He loves his father. What could be the worst of it?" His gaze is unreadable as he thinks. She's sure, he filled his mind with plenty of possibilities, pessimist deep within himself. But it does not matter; some risks are worth taking. He tries to stand up, and his legs almost buckle. "Fuck, My legs are numb."

Still, he goes towards the bed. She thinks he knows he shouldn't run away, too. When a servant returns Maelor, his green and silver egg in his hands, the boy rushes to her and she lifts him onto the middle of the bed. He scoots by Aegon's side, his head against his father's shoulder, and the egg in the middle of them. Helaena blows out the candles in the rooms and comes behind Maelor, bringing a hand to his side as she settles herself against the boy's back. Helaena feels Aegon's hand trying to find a place to settle on their son's side in the darkness. She smiles, and closes her eyes.

-

When the sun rises, she feels as if the mattress is quacking. "Mama!" Maelor yells, so high-pitched she cringes in her place. "Papa!!" he yells even louder, jumping up and down their bed, almost bouncing on Aegon himself. "What..? Maely, sweet, a moment.." she says, the morning still tough on her. But then, she hears some kind of cracklings from behind her son. Her eyes shoot open and she rises to a sitting position. There is a slithering, pale tail coiled around her son's arm. "Mama!! Look at Eggy!" he yells as a small dragon shows its face; pale green with eyes of silverish-grey. The egg hatched? Maelor waited for this for so long. He always asked when it will, when Jaehaera and Jaehaerys went to see Morghul and Shrykos. A stone falls from her heart. She thanks the gods; it's been all too long. "Hey!" Aegon lurches up and awake when Maelor accidentally steps on him. "What are you doing twe-" Maelor shoves the baby dragon right in front of Aegon's face. Aegon nearly falls back in a sharp gasp when the snout of the small beast touches his nose. He catches himself, however, one hand against the bed and the other just inches from their son. The broken egg is between them all, as if the pieces are glimmering rocks on the bed, but Maelor giggles happily as he hugs his dragon. He smiles the widest when the sun from the window falls on him. "Papa, we hatched Eggy!" And Aegon breaks into laughter, himself, and odd smile she hasn't seen in a long time coming across his face. She starts laughing too, the corners of her lips rising naturally when Aegon takes Maelor into a hug. Some risks are worth taking. The hatchling chirps as happily as Maelor; perhaps by that, Aegon would understand some happiness is true, too.