#helenaus

[atridesmediator]

hi

This is Menelaus. And Helen.

[hermesmoly]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

SUMMARY:

“Don’t sell yourself short. The next time a man kidnaps me, foreigner, I’ll be counting on you to fight for me.”

“I’ll gather up the troupes then. I’ll be on the front lines.”

Or; In a chance encounter, the newly exiled Menelaus and Princess Helen meet for the first time.

(My first work for the Homeric / Epic Cycle. A big thank you again to @katerinaaqu for beta reading! Go follow them for quality content!)

[mot-hesbian]

Would anyone want a series of novels surrounding pre trojan lives of Helen, Penelope, and Clytemnestra?

I have at least one trilogy (each book focusing on one of them probably, might do multi pov if that doesn't flow right) outlined surrounding their ten years through the first year or so of their marriages.

Anyone interested?

[mvndrvke]

@helenaus : you're not hurt, are you?

"No. No, I'm not hurt." Shireen shakes her head, gaze turning from the queen to the dragons. She had not expected them to land so closely to where she had been sitting, but she can feel Viserion's hot breath as he observes her, and Drogon behind Daenerys. Rhaegal still circles above them, not ready to touch the ground again. Shireen picks at the greyscale on her wrist, lost for a moment in thought before her gaze returns to the queen.

"This was my favorite spot to go to think, when I lived here," she admits. "Far away from the castle and whatever prying eyes my mother was afraid of spotting me. I did not realize the dragons rested out here, or I would've moved earlier." She brushes some of the dirt off of her dress, watching the dragons out of her peripheral. "They're very dedicated to remaining by your side. Do they not care for the dragon pit? I always found it a bit.... grim, but I'll admit I've spent plenty of time exploring down there."

[wayfaringstrangxr]

‘ 😏 ’   hel / aemond etc

How physically attracted they are to your muse

∞ / 10 - If he can't have Helaena, he doesn't want anyone.

How romantically attracted they are to your muse

∞ / 10 - Same thing. She's the only person he thinks of forming a family with.

How often they would like to have sex with yours. 

Every day, all the time. But only if she wants to.

Where they would most likely have sex with yours 

On his room, in a meadow if they went out flying and stopped to rest.

Whether they think yours would be  “good”  in bed 

He always been in love with her, so sexual thoughts only came with age. But he only thought "gods, you're so good" on their first time.

What titles / nicknames my muse would like to call yours during sex

My princess, my queen, my love. Things like that.

Up to 3 kinks they would like to explore with yours  ( with consent of course )

He's not much of a kinky guy and he thinks she not into it either. But he'd do anything she asks.

What sort of sex they’d prefer to have with yours  ( slow & sensual, quickie, etc. )

Slow, passionate sex.

What type of relationship my muse would like to form with yours. ( typical couple, friends with benefits, etc. )

Long term, "lets get married and have 20 kids" kind of relationship.

[godresembled]

@helenaus asked ❝ i can’t stop thinking about what we did ❞

He let a smile cross his face as he looked at at the twins playing, his attention focused solely on her beside him. "Neither can I," he admitted, fingers ghosting over her wrist, careful not to disrupt her embroidery. "It's been distracting, how often I think about it." It was just fortunate that he had spent nearly his whole life training and reflexes could carry him through the sparring for the most part.

[sparedson]

@helenaus requested an audience with the prince !

" you are far more quiet than usual, " the young prince muses softly, the tip of his finger gently turning the worn page of an old book. lavender hue reads over the same sentence one, two, three times. it is in that moment that aemond breathes harshly through his nose before deciding that his attention would be better spent on helaena. though he takes it upon himself to speak once more before she has the chance to do so herself. " and yet it is as if i can hear the thoughts in your mind louder than my own. what is it that you're ruminating on today ? "

[dracodelight]

The  Iron  Throne  cut  into  the  palm  of  Rhaenyra's  hand  when  she  gripped  one  of  its  blackened  swords.  She  scarcely  felt  it  anymore.  Blood  had  stained  the  steel  often  enough  these  past  days.  King's  Landing  was  hers  at  last,  yet  victory  sat  uneasily  upon  her  shoulders.  The  city  had  opened  its  gates,  but  not  its  heart.  From  where  she  sat,  she  could  hear  distant  shouting  from  beyond  the  Red  Keep's  walls,  the  restless  murmur  of  a  people  who  had  cheered  one  ruler  yesterday  and  would  cheer  another  tomorrow. @helenaus ft. alicent.

Her  gaze  settled  upon  Alicent.  The  queen  dowager  stood  before  the  throne  she  had  helped  deny  her  for  so  many  years.  Rhaenyra  studied  her  in  silence  for  a  moment.  Age,  grief,  and  fear  had  left  their  marks,  though  pride  still  held  Alicent  upright.  It  would  have  been  easier  if  she  looked  broken.  Easier  if  Rhaenyra  could  see  only  an  enemy.  "You  promised  Aegon  would  be  here."  Rhaenyra  said  at  last.  Her  voice  was  steady,  carrying  through  the  hall  without  effort.  "Yet  here  I  sit,  and  your  son  has  fled  before  me."  She  leaned  back  against  the  jagged  throne.  "Tell  me,  Alicent.  Was  it  worth  it?  The  years  of  plotting,  the  blood  already  spilled,  the  blood  yet  to  come.  Was  any  of  it  worth  the  crown  you  placed  upon  his  head?"