#OdyPen fanfic

[s1eepy-0]

I can care for you again.

Pairing: OdyPen <3

tw: self harm mentioned, kisses are given, romantic

Word count: 675

Odysseus lay in bed, eyes cracked open to gaze at sage green leaves brushing the ceiling of his and Penelope's shared room. He let out a soft sigh, head lolling over on his pillow to peer at the balcony's doors, thinking back to when he was young. The friends he'd lost, the horrid things he'd done.. How he yearned to undo everything.

He was so tied up in his head, that the gentle caress on his cheek scared him out of his pondering. He jolted up, but glanced down at his beloved. He hadn't heard her say his name 3 times. Penelope slowly sat up, running her soft and smooth hand over his. Their hands were so different.. One had been through 20 years of hellish fighting, the other had been working on tapestries.

"Odyseeus..", It was soft on her tongue, so loving and caring. She reached up and cupped his cheek, running her thumb over the scar that was just shy of his eye. The man swallowed, his calloused hand coming up to cup her chin. He was so hesitant, the way she stared at him was distantly familiar.. How he hated how it was so close to being foreign to him. "..My love?" He breathed out, the way her eyes were glossy didn't go unnoticed.

She leaned into his touch, her eyes closing briefly. Savoring the way his roughened hand felt.. She opened her eyes back up, a tear slipping from her hurt eyes. Odysseus's heart broke upon seeing the woman he cherished most crying. He shifted, gently wiping the tear away. "What's wrong.."

"Tell me why," Penelope started, glancing down, her hands grazing his thigh, over one of the many scars that littered it. She glanced back up at him, her face a bit more serious now. She was holding back tears, and he wasn't sure how he felt about this. "This scar is straight.." The statment rendered him silent. He glanced down at what she was referring to.. The feeling that washed over him was far too known to him, the anxiety that slowly started to form in his chest made it hard to breathe. He closed his eyes, that horrid feeling made him shiver.

It was a rather large group of small scars, which, as she said, were straight. Far too straight to be caused by something like war, or a fight. They looked.. intentional. They were, he remembered when it happened. in the first 7 months of being stranded with Calypso, he just couldn't handle it any longer. He'd attempted many unsavory things in his time stuck on Calypso's island. "I missed you far to greatly .."

"My sweet—" She gasped, reaching up and grabbing a hold on his face softly. Tears forming on his lash line, as the two stared into the others eyes. The window to their souls.. Despite everything, Penelope could still see everything that made Odysseus who he was. She breathed, guiding her lovers face closer to hers.

Peppering delicate kisses under his eyes and across his face, as she cradling his head in her hands. "Please don't ever do something like that again.." It was hardly above a whisper.. She couldn't believe how his heart was riddled with so much pain, that he'd done.. That to himself. But then again, it did. They loved each other far to much.. "I wouldn't dream of it," He whispered, grabbing one of her hands, and pressing a firm kiss to her soft knuckles. His eyes burned slightly, tears slipping and sliding down his cheeks. He took a slow, shaky exhale.

"Because I can care for you again.." He smiled tiredly, a soft hue forming on Penelope's face. Oh, how she missed this man. Only he could make her feel how she did in the moment. She couldn't help but smile as well, bringing him into a hug. Odysseus squeezed as hard as he could that wouldn't bring his lady discomfort, burying his face in her greying hair. They had each other again, and he'd fight anything to stay.

[formerstingray]

New fic wip

Two years after his return, Penelope watches her husband from the window. It is night, the stars fumbling dully for each other in the black sea. Odysseus walks exactly on the line of the tide; never in it, never away.

Two years of this relief that squeezes around her bruised heart like a hand. Of all their ragged changes, their similarities like fresh wounds. Carved muscles. Half-smile. New baby at her breast. His thrumming fingers and feet in the marble throne room. Penelope watches her husband from the window, and sees the intensity and restlessness she has known in him all their lives. There has always been something pulling him towards the horizon. 

Not yet, she thinks, to nobody. Panic fumbles dully for words in the black of her mouth. Whatever you are, you won’t have him yet.

/

Lol fucking finally right. Im not stingbaiting you I promise I'll actually write this one. Promise it wont be as angsty as it seems :) :) :) :)

[kexytimes]

I wrote a fic where Odysseus returns home early and get's to be a parent to Telemachus.

[mialicassi]

now can we talk ab how it prolly went with telemachus and penelope during the athena part in i cant help but wonder? ody told him to go tell penelope he was home, so i imagine telemachus running to his moms bedroom screaming like "MOM MOM MOM MOM YOU HAVE NO FREAKING IDEA OF WHOS HERE SHGEJEGQODGKQGDKQAJHSKAGWQOGSKQGSVDKQHDKHQJDHAJ"

[athenaareia]

odysseus: i am the monster rawr rawr penelope: i love you so much odysseus: *crying* i missed you .. literally anyone: my king, you have to do this yourself, the queen will still be- odysseus: i will fight you. penelope, sighing: let him have this. .. telemachus: and these are my parents, the operating king and queen of ithaca *odypen being odypen (ody is on penelope's lap)* diomedes: just like i remember them! .. they deserve ALL the joy and simping after those twenty years i say.

also yay i did it!! the link is here.

[athamad]

FISHING READ THIS GUYS IT'S SO GOOD I WANTED TO CRY. READ IT

The Weaver and the Carver

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47467498/chapters/119622289

After a pair of intruders break into the Spartan palace during an Argonaut reunion, fourteen-year-old Penelope sets out to find the culprits before they can hurt her family, but she’ll need help from the only person who believes her: the infamous Odysseus.

AKA A story of Penelope/Odysseus meeting set to the events of Helen’s first kidnapping.

[mer-acle]

Glad to announce that Penelope's "concerned Mom" voice doesn't go over any better with Athena that Ody's "disappointed Dad" voice.

Girl hasn't had a decent parental figure in like 3800 years you guys need to take it easy with her (it's me. I am you guys. I will not. Life isn't easy on me either)

[katerinaaqu]

The Death of Odysseus

So...I decided to chop myself some onions today! This idea was in my head quite some time! I am planning a Part 2 of this but I believe this can also stand on its own! As the title says...

Telemachus was marching across the hall slowly and steadily while supporting the body of his old father. Surely the celebrations for the harvest were going very well and people were having fun but the new King of the Cephallinians had to excuse himself to escort his father to his chambers, for he had apparently drunk more than what he should have and needed his rest. He didn’t mind that little break. Telemachus was never fond of huge crowds anyways and he liked some quiet and solitude. Ever since his father finally came back home after his redemption trip he often spent more time with him than with the servants! He had so much catch up to do with him and so much to talk about and learn from him! As the years passed and Telemachus finally grew old and experienced enough to become king at his own accord, Odysseus gave the throne to him, just like his father before him had also done, and he promised to support him. For Odysseus himself, his life seemed to have been completed with happiness. After his son got married and he brought to this world his beloved grandson, Perseptolis, whom he named after the family tradition himself, his happiness was completed. He had nothing more to expect. He felt his heart was filled with happiness and calmness after a lifetime of worries, torture and ordeals! His son had grown, he was doing a marvelous job as a king, and his grandson was strong and healthy, growing every day! What else could he ask for! Odysseus was already 79 years old, just a few hours away of his 80th birthday. Age was taking over his body pretty fast, especially given the ordeals he had gone through; his bones were often complaining, his arms and fingers often suffered from stiffness and pain, especially when the nights were humid and cold but Odysseus welcomed that pain with happiness. He had grown old when so many others wouldn’t even dream of and he was generally healthy; he still had all of his teeth and most of his hair and his wits were sharp as always, not deteriorating by age. He would praise Athena every day of his life for this. Somehow he would hate to become an imbecile with age, or so he used to say, he would hate to become a burden to his son especially given the sorrows he had given him unintentionally all these years back. Telemachus chuckled as he fixed his staggering father onto his body better.

“Now, now, father!” he said playfully, “I swear to gods, the older you get the more like a child you act!”

Odysseus chuckled.

“Well, my son, I am now old man, I have no responsibilities anymore other than catering to my family’s garden and play with your son and dear grandson of mine; gods bless him! I believe I earned myself the privilege to act so!”

Telemachus rolled his eyes.

“Even so, you shouldn’t have drunk so much! In your age you should watch your health better!”

Odysseus once again chuckled and made a dismissive move with his hand.

“Oh well…” he said nonchalant, “Wine is one of the few pleasures I have left in this miserable world at my age, my son!”

“Oh, father!” Telemachus scoffed, “Come on now!”

“Either way!” Odysseus shrugged, “This year’s brew was just too good to resist! And you did very good job selecting it and choosing the perfect time for the sea water to be mixed in it! You made it hard to resist!”

“Father! You’re unbelievable!”

“Part of my charm, I’m sure!”

Telemachus couldn’t help himself chuckle softly as he led his father to his bed chamber, to his beloved olive bed. Initially Odysseus had given that as a wedding chamber to his son and his daughter-in-law but for the past few months Odysseus had made this request if he could live his last days in that room where he gave life to this family, where he used to share with his mother his nights and early mornings. Odysseus was devastated when Penelope died. He mourned her for weeks. However Telemachus saw also how calmly he took it. They both grew old and finally enjoyed their lives. That last tribute of Odysseus closing her eyes seemed simply to close that circle. Odysseus mourned but he didn’t despair. He greeted her death like an old friend and thanked all gods that it found his wife healthy and happy and that she died peacefully in her sleep. Penelope had also requested that she were to be transferred to her old bed a little before she died; this was where she had left her last breath. Therefore, after Odysseus made the same request, Telemachus feared his father had sensed his own death coming, thus making him even more careful and worried of him. His father was dismissive of it, of course, and in a way he was right; he wouldn’t be around forever, but to Telemachus the news of losing his father were too sad, too scary to comprehend even if it was the most normal thing in the world. Either way he now led his father to his bed, slowly and steadily and assisted him to it. Odysseus sighed in relief as he was placed upon the mattress and assisted out of his sandals by his son. His son often did this; he attended to him himself, not asking the servants to do things like this. It was as if he was trying to make up the lost time. He breathed deeply again as the bed sheets were paced above his body as well as a blanket his wife had loomed for him; his favorite. It pictured an intricate pattern of olive branches, moly flowers and waves circling a ship that roamed close to a mountain-like island. The ship had three figures standing on them embracing. Penelope had spent months on this blanket and she had given to him as a gift a few years before when he was complaining for the pains in his body from the cold. His father could hardly part with it lately. He even jokingly (or perhaps not so much) said that he wanted this blanket to be his funeral shroud, covering the sheet.

“Is it comfortable?” Telemachus asked

“Yes, thank you…” Odysseus whispered

His hand slowly touched Telemachus’s cheek, feeling the black, curly, bushy beard covering it along with his warm flesh. He smiled affectionately with moist, onyx-black eyes, perceiving those blue eyes of his wife’s to him. Yes, Telemachus was their pride and joy. He took the best out of both of them! He had his strength, his resilience and he had taken his mother’s eyes, her kindness…her wisdom… Yes, Odysseus was proud of what they had done. This pride was exceeding any of the labors he performed in any war; any praise he ever received in his life seemed insignificant before this result he had before him…

“You go back to the celebrations, my son…” he whispered affectionately, “Go back and have fun…don’t spend the rest of the night here with your old father… I will be fine…”

Telemachus scoffed softly, feeling strangely emotional. For some reason his own eyes felt almost watery.

“You silly old man!” he whispered cupping his father’s hand on his cheek with his own, “Anyways, are you sure you are okay? I can ring for someone to come and attend to you”

“Positive…” Odysseus whispered, “I am fine. I will just sleep. I am really tired”

Telemachus shook his head defeated.

“Fine, but please do not hesitate to call if you need anything”

He stood up to leave.

“Telemachus”

Odysseus’s hand holding his wrist made him stop. He turned to look at the old, white-haired figure of his father’s.

“Thank you…” the tormented king whispered, “…For everything…”

Telemachus half-chuckled, again not sure why he was so emotional all of the sudden. Perhaps he too had more to drink than he should have and it affected him.

“What?” he asked, “That sounded almost like a goodbye…”

Odysseus smiled. His smile was calm and his eyes were glistering in the moonlight.

“What an idea!” he whispered, “There is much life left in these old bones! I buried many much younger than me! I have plenty of years ahead of me!”

Telemachus chuckled.

“Rest well, old man” he whispered and kissed his father’s brow

Odysseus could only nod as he watched his pride and joy, his son who grew strong and healthy, leave the wedding chamber where he was born into, with his crimson cape waving behind him. He smiled as he was alone in the moonlit room…his eyes shedding two tears.

He knew it was a lie.

It was the last, white lie Odysseus of Ithaca was to say…his last goodbye to this world and he wanted to see them off all smiling and celebrating. He didn’t want his last memory to be of his son crying or closing his eyes. This was the last task he had to do himself; alone. He didn’t have much time left and he knew it…and yet he felt calm. He had fulfilled his purpose. There was nothing else for him… He was happy.

*

He was breathing heavily. His large chest (not as muscular as it used to be) was moving up and down with each breath. He looked up at the canopy of olive branches and smiled. His eyes then moved to the side, to the window that had a clear view of the sea… His eyes filled with tears but these tears wouldn’t shed.

“Death will find you at ripe old age…peacefully…away from the sea…or by its salt huh…?” he whispered chanting the words of Tiresias

Death was something he considered so many times in his life; both with aversion and fear as well as with wishful thinking. Now he felt calm. He could hardly understand how he had survived so long; how he lived longer than many other men of his time; longer than his beloved Penelope… Now he knew it was his time drawing near… There in his favorite bed, under his olive tree…looking at the sea that gave him so much happiness so much adventure and so much torment… He felt calm. He closed his eyes for one second lifting away the tears that had filled his eyes.

“Odysseus…”

The unworldly and yet somehow familiar voice brought him back to reality. He opened his eyes to see that tall figure he never thought he would see again in his life; one of the few people that he wished to have met again and never did. His tall, square figure shone with incredible warm light, dressed up in a fine armor incorporating intricate patterns of feathers instead of plates. His magnificent plumed helmet brought up his dark eyes and the beard that adorned his cheeks and chin. He had a sword to his hip just like he could remember. His skin shone like golden, his long, brown curly hair neatly falling down his back under the helmet. He smiled without wanting to at that rigid figure before him.

“Diomedes!” he whispered

Diomedes smiled.

“It is I, Odysseus…indeed…”

Odysseus chuckled in delight.

“Wow…” he whispered, “I heard you bastard turned into a god by rumors but, on my word, I never expected to see it with my eyes… Gods you look the same as I remember…you haven’t changed!”

“Nothing and everything has changed…” Diomedes said in his deep, soothing voice

A god then! Odysseus didn’t know if he had to feel proud or a bit envious of him! However after years and years he spent on earth and learnt humility in the most painful ways, his envy was reduced to minimum. Diomedes deserved it, if half the stories that reached his ears about him were true. Besides who would want to live forever like this? He had people waited for him somewhere else too…

“So…” Odysseus whispered, “If you are here…that means…I am dying…right?”

“Yes…” Diomedes whispered.

That was definitely Diomedes he remembered. He never beat about the bushes and always came straight to the point.

“And you came to take me…”

“I asked Lord Hermes for the honor…yes.” Diomedes replied, “I was assigned with this task.”

“I see…”

“Are you afraid…?”

“No” the answer was simple; direct, “I have lived a long life…I have seen my son grow, I held my grandson in my hands…I nourished him too, to become a young man, I held my wife as she breathed my name one last time… I have nothing else to live for. My time would come… Death does no longer scare me. Death is not unknown to me…”

“Do you have any regrets?”

Yet another direct question. He breathed in and out once, looking upwards in thought.

“I would be a liar if I said I had none…” he finally confessed, “Many good men found death by my hand…many wicked too… I did many things I am proud of and many others I would always carry with me… The lives that fell under my command; both friends and foes alike are always present at my conscious”

“The war of Troy…”

“The war of Troy” Odysseus agreed, “Ten years we fought. Ten years we bled. Ten years we killed…and killed we did!”

“You and I especially”

“Quite so.” Odysseus agreed. “They called you ‘Lord of War Cry’; they called me ‘Sacker of Cities’… The titles would haunt us for the rest of our lives…”

“We bore them all our lives”

“Yes…we did…” he consequently scoffed, “And look at us now! You a god…and I an old man in my deathbed…who would have thought!”

“Do you want to linger a bit further…?”

Odysseus looked around once more.

“No” he replied, “I have lived everything any mortal could live. I am tired, Diomedes. Please take me now…I have nothing else to expect…”

Diomedes smiled one of his known, half-smiles. Child-soldier to the end; a man born and raised in war.

“I am to accompany you to your journey for a little while”

Odysseus smiled again.

“The journey to the Underworld is not unknown to me…I have not many surprises to expect… But I appreciate it…”

Diomedes extended his hand to him.

“It is time…” he whispered, “Time to go…”

“Yes…” Odysseus whispered, “I have one last request…”

“And what is that…?”

“Can I see my homeland one last time as I go…? Please…do not deny me this last thing…”

Diomedes smiled.

“Of course…”

Odysseus cried. He felt the last tears run down his wrinkled cheeks.

“Thank you…”

He took the hand of his old friend and closed his eyes. Once more, the much-enduring Odysseus accepted his fate… The last thing he saw before his eyelids blocked his mortal flesh eyes was the canopy of his olive bed and a tiny glimpse of the starry sky beyond…

***

My oh my what have I done indeed!!!! And be warned I was writing this while listening to this amazing piece of music from anime Tasogare Otome x Amnesia! I never manage to go through without tearing up with that one! TT-TT

So according to the prophecy of Tiresias Odysseus would die of ripe old age peacefully but ironically the translation from the phrase "εξ αλός" can be both translated "by its salt" or "away/out of its salt" so either his death would come "by the sea" or "away from the sea".

Somehow I tried once again to combine them! XD as you know me I cannot help myself. So Odysseus dies "away from the sea" in his bed at night but "by its salt" for he drank wine mixed with sea water before his death. There you go!

The age was picked so that Telemachus would be in his 40s when this happens. In a way he is at the same age as Odysseus was when he was at the final wars of Troy.

Yeah I imagined Telemachus being almost a copy of his father too apart from some more height and the eyes of Penelope (which were chosen randomly to be blue)

Tlemachus's wife is not named because the two prominient theories is either he gets married to the daughter of Nestor's or to Nausicaa. I sometimes tend to lean towards the second one solely because I find it interesting but I leave it to your imagination.

Perseptolis being named by Odysseus was part of an idea discussed with @ditoob before how the grandfather or grandmother leaves the name to the grandchildren after Autolycus names Odysseus.

And Diomedes is here!!! Imagine if these two never met so many years and meet when Odysseus dies!!! The idea was too much stuck in my head to ignore! So yes lo and behold my idea of a small dialog between them.

I hope you like it!

[jennasepicvideos]

Obviously I will live end die on the hill of Ody&Pen, but this is still one of my favorite ships to read in Epic fanfiction😚🪭

[helpmeimblorboing]

Patrochilles really just fits with every ship imaginable huh

[madrone33]

I hope that tiny grass-stained fingers will blur the memories of bloodstained hands. That the sound he most hears are shrieks of laughter instead of screams of fear. That gentle hands will shield him from the remembered ache of bruising grips. That the weight of a knife hilt will remind him of creating beauty more than it will of death. That the taste of homemade feasts among family will relegate the gnawing twist of hunger into nothing more than a forgotten echo. That bright innocent smiles will eclipse the grief in his eyes. That warm arms will melt away the lonely cold and flood him with the sunshine of being safe.

I hope that one day he will look back and realise he has more memories of joy than pain. I hope that he lives out his life knowing exactly how much he is so very loved.

(Because this fic broke me and then gently pieced me back together)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59628784

[andydraw24]

Penelope~ it's you're name

[sporadicallyanenthusiast]

TIS FINALLY HERE! Naiad Penelope and Telemachus fic!

A huge, huge thanks to @kindred-spirit-93 for helping me out and giving me so many amazing ideas! The light of my life ❤️

If you guys decide to check it out, hope you have as much fun reading it as I had writing it.

[yourdarkestmomentposeidon]

Hello all! This is my first fic I'm posting on Tumblr, but I felt like it was time.

Summary:

Everyone thought that Odysseus's journey was over. Ithaca had her king, and Penelope her love.

Until a wounded and banished Poseidon washes up on their shores.

Odysseus must face the ghosts that haunt him from his journey; Telemachus struggles to reconcile his father's sins with his mother's lessons; Penelope holds out hope that the man before her will not succumb to the monster within; and Poseidon wrestles with what is owed and what is earned, even for a god.

Anyways, I hope y'all who do read it enjoy, and as always, heed the tags! They are there for a reason.

- Runaan (Fanfic author pen name for now)

[adrift-in-thyme]

Odysseus and Penelope’s reunion destroyed me in the best way :’) So I had to go and write my own take on it

Summary: “My wife,” he says once more. “My dear, Penelope. You waited for me.”

“Of course, my love.” It is a whisper wet with sorrow and vibrant with joy. “For you, I would wait until the grave swallowed me.”

[mer-acle]

Penelope:

What's going on in that mind of yours?

Ody, who's just wiped blood from Athena's lips post God games:

I'm reminding myself that I pissed off enough gods for a lifetime, but it's really hard not to break my three week streak right about now.