#epic!penelope

[sysiheart]

Odysseus playing a guitar ANGRILY at his wife

Penelope playing a violin EVEN MORE ANGRILY at her husband

[gale-gentlepenguin]

Yea so Ody is finally home and he’s with his wife and son. It’s all cool and fun. But hold on. Can you imagine how HORRIFYING Odysseus and his family must be to other Royals now?

Here is a king that fought monsters, witches, slaughtered most of the male Nobles in his kingdom. FOUGHT POSEIDON AND MADE HIM BEG FOR MERCY!

And worst of all, he is crazy smart. So negotiating or trying to make deals with Odysseus must be the most horrifying thing in existence at the time. You can’t threaten him, you can’t negotiate a better position than him, you can only just sit there and smile as you pray you don’t accidentally offend him.

Oh and that’s not all, If Penelope also dislikes you, you’re f***ed. Because Odysseus fought a war for 10 years over an oath. Imagine what he would do if someone tried something with his wife… OH WAIT, we don’t have to. He SLAUGHTERED them! And she might not even need him to.

She is from Sparta and by Odysseus own words JUST AS SMART AS HIM. The main reason she didn’t go out and fight those nobles/kick them out is because of the laws of hospitality (which are enforced by Zeus). But with her god piercer husband, she doesn’t need to be so polite anymore. And she held the kingdom together for 20 years! She knows how to handle business. So yea, don’t mess with her either.

And his kid? He’s a warrior of the mind now! Who has the favor of ATHENA! WHO in a very short time learned how to fight. Going from losing a fist fight, to fighting dozens of men who only overwhelmed him because he got TIRED of kicking their asses! He has ATHENA on his side as his best friend. Dont even try

Point is The Ithaca royal family is a f***ing nightmare to deal with now.

[sunnidawn]

Drooly ahh new born but they still love him

[sprnklersplashes]

Odysseus: *rolls over in bed and rests his head on Penelope's shoulder* Pen, be honest... if I died, how long would it take you to move on? Penelope: *strokes his hair* Oh darling... it's so cute how you think death can get you out of this relationship.

[haley-harrison]

Epic modern AU - part 3:

Odysseus (texting): send dudes

Penelope: you mean nudes?

Odysseus: no, dudes. I'm in a fight, I need backup

[howmuchishayworth]

We gotta talk about how when Penelope sees Odysseus she says his eyes look TIRED. Keep in mind, his eyes are now red, the eyes he got once he became the monster, but Penelope doesn’t see that, instead she says that his eyes look tired, bc that’s what she sees.

[roseofithaca]

Headcanon that post-Epic Odysseus has to get used to saying his wife's name in a normal voice once he's back home.

Odysseus: 🎶 Penelopeeeeeee.... 🎶

Odysseus: I'm just going down to the market, do we need anything?

[theproverbialpen]

Homecoming

Summary: Odysseus is finally home.

Pairings: Odysseus X Penelope, Odysseus & Telemachus

Word Count: 930

Notes: I was going to send my mother Baile Inolvidable as reading material for her flight back to the Philippines but then she was like “why would I read something that makes me sad? I’m already gonna be sad.” 😭 So! I whipped up some heartwarming fluff in like 30 minutes before we left for the airport. Figured I’d share it for y’all to read as well :)

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It was over.

Twenty years of suffering. Twenty years of wars against Trojans, monsters, and gods alike. Twenty years of unknowns. Twenty years of ‘what ifs’. None of it mattered now. He was here. He was finally, finally home.

Odysseus wept into Penelope’s arms for a long time. Hours passed by and the sun sailed across the sky in its gentle arch until it was well below the horizon. Twilight turned to dusk and dusk turned to midnight as the pale moonlight flooded in through his balcony window. Each and every one of those hours were not enough, not enough to make up for the twenty years he had been away. How many countless seconds had he missed as Telemachus grew from a boy to a man? How many sunrises could he have watched with Penelope by now? How many nights could he have fallen asleep in her warm, comforting embrace?

There was no way to make up for lost time, not in a literal sense. Those years were long gone, lost to the echoes of the past. There was no use dwelling on them, not when Odysseus had right here, right now. Two decades of hardship washed away from his weary bones as Penelope’s tears intermingled with his own. She cradled him so closely as they lay in the bed he had made for her, holding him like he would disappear if she loosened her grasp by even an inch. He held her back with just as much urgency, just as much desperation. Part of him still couldn't believe it was really her. He stayed on high alert, as if even the passing wind could rip him out of this reverie he found himself in. But slowly, ever so slowly, she coaxed him down, whispering sweet nothings into his ear which she peppered with kisses, stroking his hair until his breathing was even. For the first time in twenty years, Odysseus truly, genuinely let himself rest.

Ithaca’s queen and its long-estranged king fell asleep just like that, a tangled mess of limbs and tears. When they woke, it was all Penelope could do to tear Odyseuss’s limbs from her form, begging him to at least take a much needed bath before they returned to the comfort of their bed. Odysseus relented after much protest, letting his Penelope drag him to the tub as he dragged his feet lazily. When he finally sank into the warm water, he felt his body relax even further, the liquid absorbing all the dirty and grime and weariness that had accumulated over his impossibly long journey. Penelope sat with him by the tub, lathering his hair with olive oil and raking her fingers along his scalp section by section. Odysseus sighed contentedly and leaned into her touch, the gentle drag of her fingernails sending pleasant tingles down his spine. He let her scrub down the rest of her body and savored the feeling of her skin on his, a comforting, grounding sensation that brought more relaxation to his muscles than any wine or nectar ever could.

As soon as he was clean and dry, he immediately swept Penelope into his arms, carrying her back over to their bed before trapping her in a whole body embrace. Once again, Apollo’s chariot made its way through the expanse of the heavens and day turned to night before his rumbling stomach jolted both of them awake. Penelope laughed at him, the sound sweeter than any melody strung by lyre or harp. Eventually, she convinced him to rise and dress, and the two of them made their way to the dining hall hand in hand. Then, for the first time in twenty years, Odysseus got to relish in the joys of an actual, real life family meal.

As hungry as he was, Odysseus’ food remained untouched for quite some time. He could not tear his eyes away from their son long enough to eat, too enraptured by Telemachus’s expressive gestures and endearing smiles. His son told him all about his studies, his diplomatic travels, his beloved dog—anything and everything that Odysseus had missed all this time. A part of his heart hurt, seeing the man before him and wishing he could have watched that man blossom over the years. That part was largely overshadowed by the exuberant joy and the unconditional love he felt for his son, his son who was finally, finally sitting across from him at their family dinner. Their first dinner as a whole, complete family.

Telemachus’ face blanched and he reached toward his father hesitantly. It was then that Odysseus realized he was crying, and he hurriedly wiped the tears from his eyes with a nervous laugh. He froze in place when he felt two sets of arms wrap around him and turned to either side to find his wife and son cradling him close. Telemachus, the sweet boy, was sniffling slightly, surely doing his best to be strong for his father. Penelope was pressing kisses into his temple, soothing him with gentle murmurs and kind whispers. As much as their gestures were meant to comfort him, Odysseus only found himself crying harder as he pulled them even closer, chest heaving as raw, unfettered sobs wracked his body.

Twenty years of suffering. Twenty years of fighting for his country, his family, and his life. In truth, none of it could be erased. The scars were permanent, twenty years worth of them etched deep into Odysseus’ body, heart, and mind. But none of it mattered. Not. One. Bit.

Because despite it all, Odysseus was home. Odysseus was finally, finally home.