(and also for the part of the fandom that is at least not anti-Helaegon):

Which Helaegon sex scene do you think would've been the most interesting to see in hotd, and that would also show us Maelor being conceived?

day four: grief (even later post than usual cuz i got sick 😭😭)

1.3k words, hurt/comfort, post-dance of the dragons AU, aegon didn't get burned at rook's rest, the greens won the war

Aegon started awake with a nagging sense that something was wrong. It had not been any outside sound that had awakened him, nor even a nightmare, but rather the absence of the warmth he had come to expect by his side every night. He stirred restlessly beneath the silk sheets and reached out for his sister-wife, only to meet the emptiness and the sweet scent of lavender she had left behind. The king kept his palm flattened there for a few moments, his brain slow to realize that the place where she had lain was cold, which meant she had been gone for quite some time.

All traces of sleep left him at once as a cold breeze crept through the cracks of the windows. A familiar pang tightened his chest and he strained his eyes against the darkness of the chambers, lit only by moonlight — for before retiring, he had not ordered the servants to light the wall sconces that were fixed to the stone pillars near the bed.

The next sign that something was wrong was not an excess of noise, but rather the absence of it. Aegon looked around, his eyes slowly adjusting to the gloom until he found the cause of his concern. In front of the window, there she was.

A white linen chemise was all Helaena wore. Her hair hung loose, those long silver locks so ethereal they seemed to glow in the darkness. Though he was not a devout man to the Faith, Aegon truly believed that his sister's beauty must have been a blessing from the Maiden. Yet, in that moment she looked less like a queen and more like a ghost, her eyes fixed upon a specific, random spot in the view.

That damned window…

day three: parenthood (late post)

quintuple drabble (around 500 words), fluff, post-maelor's birth, no dance of the dragons AU

The sound of hurried footsteps echoing down the stone corridor broke the Red Keep’s morning silence. To King Aegon’s right, the prince Jaehaerys clasped his father’s fingers. To his left, princess Jaehaera clung to her hand-sewn dragon, her large violet eyes scanning every door until they reached the one she had been curious to enter since the previous night.

Jaehaerys prattled softly to his twin sister while Aegon greeted the knight who was guarding the chambers where Queen Helaena was resting. The man acknowledged the presence of the king and his children, giving a brief bow to the three of them before pushing open the heavy oak door. Within the chambers, the scent of sweat and blood had already vanished hours before, leaving only the soft aroma of breast milk and the bath salts Helaena had washed herself with once she finally stabilized from the labor. She was sitting propped up in bed, her silver hair still a bit damp and clinging to her forehead, though this time not from the strain she had endured just a few hours earlier.

Upon noticing the entry of her brother-husband and their children, a smile graced Helaena’s lips. "Come in, my loves.”

Aegon guided the twins to the edge of the mattress, sitting down beside his sister-wife and placing a gentle kiss on her temple, as much out of affection as to assure himself she was not running a fever — despite having spent the entire night by her side and already knowing she was recovering very well.

Jaehaerys was the first to come closer. The four-year-old boy climbed onto the bed and sat next to his mother, ignoring the ‘Be careful, Jae!’ that his father chided with a chuckle. The prince stared at the tiny bundle his mother was holding, his brow furrowed in confusion at his brother's size. "He is so small. Like a puppy."

Hearing his son's comparison, Aegon could not help but let out a laugh. The sound had not been so loud, yet it echoed through the chambers, making the baby whimper in Helaena’s arms, and the queen shot a brief, scolding look at her husband. Jaehaera winced, covering her ears and simply watching her younger brother in silence. It took more than a minute for the newborn to calm down, only then the princess lowered her small hands.

"Take a look at your little brother, Haera," Aegon encouraged his daughter, who looked from her father to her mother and then back to him. Without saying a word, she walked over and reached her arms out into his embrace. Smiling sweetly, Aegon picked her up and settled her onto his lap. Now closer to Helaena, Jaehaera could get a better view of Maelor. The wrinkled little face, the chubby rosy cheeks, the silver fuzz...

day two: comfort (late post)

1.1k words, smut and fluff, pregnancy sex, breastfeeding kink, handjob, no dance of the dragons AU

It was already past the hour of the eel when Aegon gave up on sleeping, after what felt like an eternity of tossing and turning in the sheets of his bed, trying hard to silence his thoughts. Otto's reproaches kept ringing in his mind, every single detail had been an excuse for him to accuse Aegon of not being a worthy king. Even Alicent had joined her father in reprimanding her eldest son during the Small Council meeting, deepening his insecurities.

He needed to sleep, yet he could not close his eyes without hearing his grandsire's voice calling him incompetent. Getting out of bed, he considered ordering one of his servants to bring him a flagon of wine. For a few minutes, he also entertained the thought of having his Kingsguard escort him to a brothel. However, drowning himself in alcohol and distracting himself with cheap whores was not what he truly desired.

He desired something real. He desired Helaena.

The queen was sitting reclined in bed when one of the knights guarding her private chambers announced the king's entrance. She did not seem surprised to see him, just raised her head to acknowledge his presence. A single look was enough for her to understand what it was about.

“Rough day?” Helaena asked, her voice raspy with sleep as she brushed the bedsheets aside. Aegon did not answer her with words, he merely hummed in agreement as he began to undress with no ceremony. It was not the first time he had sought Helaena's comfort when suffering from sleeplessness, both of them were already used to these late-night visits since Aegon’s crowning some moons past. Such occurrences became even more frequent after Helaena discovered her second pregnancy, even more so when her breasts filled with milk as her belly grew.

She watched her brother-husband strip completely naked, his cock was still half-hard, but the pink tip was already leaking. Beneath the fine silk of her chemise, her nipples hardened, aching for his touches. She felt herself growing slick between her thighs and she had to discreetly rub them together to chase away the urge to ask him to touch her there. This was a situation where Aegon was one in need of care, and Helaena would never hesitate to help him, all the more so when it brought her so much pleasure as well.

"Let me help you, brother.”

day one: youth (late post)

quintuple drabble (around 500 words), fluff, kissing

Ever since Queen Alicent formalized the betrothal between her eldest son and her only daughter, the atmosphere between the siblings had been tense. In the corridors of the Red Keep, Aegon ignored her as if she were a mere ghost, unworthy of his attention. With each passing day, the prince seemed to grow increasingly frustrated with the fate that awaited them. He drank to distract himself, hiding from their grandsire and their mother, trying his hardest not to think about how he was doomed to a marriage he never desired.

On the other hand, Helaena showed no sign of the same resentment. She did not look at him with anger, nor did she grumble to anyone about how he was a drunken fool. Alicent had prepared her well and Helaena was accepting her fate as obediently as their mother had in the past.

During that morning, Helaena was enjoying her free time in the gardens reading a book about insects. Aegon was walking around simply trying to distract himself from the urge to drink some wine, and found his younger sister near a rose bush, her wide eyes fixed on a blue butterfly that was thrashing frantically in a spiderweb. She was not the type to be afraid of spiderwebs themselves, but the thought of hurting the butterfly by accident even more if she tried to help it seemed to paralyze her.

The prince watched for a few seconds, considering turning his back and walking away. What made him change his mind was seeing how his sister's eyes began to fill with tears. Letting out a loud sigh, Aegon took quick steps toward her. Without saying anything, he used his long fingers to undo the threads of the web. Although his movements were slightly unsteady, they were also nimble, and it did not take too long for the butterfly to be freed, landing on Helaena's hand.

"Thank you, brother," she whispered, a subtle smile lighting up her face before she tried to hide it, fearing she might end up annoying him.

At first, Aegon did not answer her. His foul mood was still there, hammering in his mind and keeping his shoulders tense. But the sight of Helaena's innocent smile had already unsettled him. That was his little sister, his future wife and the mother of his future heirs. She would be his queen, as Aemond had reminded him a few months before.

Driven by an impulse he could not quite understand, Aegon lifted Helaena's chin with his finger and then pressed his lips against hers. Just a gentle touch between them, a quick peck to feel the softness of her mouth and the taste of the lemon cakes she had eaten at breakfast.