#odypenfest

[viathewhimsy]

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First chapter of the @odypenfest fic I have been working on!

The clothes and tapestries that Penelope weaves for Odysseus over the years (and all the things he carves for her).

or:

Love through the thread on a loom.

[garden-of-rambles]

My next two @odypenfest fics are now out, and they are companion pieces!

First up, a fic from Penelope's POV, about her deciding Odysseus will be her husband and scheming/plotting to ensure it happens.

To Wed Godlike Odysseus

Rating: M

Word Count: 5,782

Summary:

“I thought you had not played this game.” Penelope smiled, idly rubbing her thumb along the small stone in her hand as she finally glanced up and met his stare. “Is that what I said?” He didn't immediately reply. His dark eyes held hers for a long moment in which she forgot to breathe entirely. Then, a smirk spread across his face. “No,” he admitted, tilting his head as he continued to study her. “It is not.” She placed her stone, fully surrounding his final piece on the board, then grasped it in her palm, and brought it over to her side with all of his others that she had taken. “Well played, Princess Penelope.” Odysseus bowed slightly, though his gaze never left her. She returned the gesture, using all of her willpower to keep her voice steady, despite the warmth that surged through her as he said her name. “You fought mightily, my lord, to the last.” “Not enough to win,” he sighed, though his smirk had not lessened, and he appeared to be observing her far closer than he ever had before. “I admit defeat.” Oh, Penelope thought as she straightened once more and her smile grew, I have not won yet. But I will.

Secondly, a fic from Odysseus's POV, covering some of the same events and beyond...

Like Golden Aphrodite

Rating: E

Chapters: 1/3

Word Count: 6, 284

Summary: Five times Odysseus stares and lusts after his wife, thinking about wanting to sleep with her, and the one time he actually gets to do so.

There were other goddesses that his mind conjured when it came to Penelope, particularly with the warmth of wine flooding his body (it was simply the wine). Fair Artemis with her piercing stare, glowing and radiant Aphrodite… He did not allow himself to linger on the comparisons — such things were dangerous — but he thought it difficult to be blamed for having them. Who could think otherwise, with the way her bright eyes shimmered like precious gems, lit from happiness and drink? How could he not notice how her curls glinted against the torchlight, woven with pearls that shone within her hair like stars in the night? How could he look away, when her gaze met his and her full lips curved upward, as if she had been hoping to find his eyes upon her? How could he respond with anything less than a smile of his own?

[cauliflawava]

@odypenfest

Hope this isn’t cheating!

[asphodel-asphodel]

First draft wip for the @odypenfest prompt involving Odysseus' Calypso nightmare! Can't wait to continue~

He theorizes that Ogygia lives out of spite for him.

It’s the very first markings of a crazed mind, striking evidence that he’s truly turned to madness, placing blame upon not only the guiltless, but a thing — something that by its very definition can’t assume guilt. Ogygia does not decide on a whim to punish him for imprinting the evidence of his existence on her sands. She does not resent him when he strips her trees of their bark for another raft doomed to capsize a few meters out from the shore. She does not control the tumultuous waves that trap him on her land.

And yet, he despises her. With every fiber that makes up the shards left of his soul, he loathes Ogygia. He envisions torching her flora, watching each blade of grass ignite and burn to ash. He imagines blotting out the horizon with smoke.

Ogygia is undeserving of his ire, and perhaps he’s aware of that, but the daydream is what’s keeping him alive. It’s easier to revel in his violent fantasy when he’s under the belief that she’s personally scorned him.

Thus comes the theory. This unthinking, unfeeling island — it’s spiteful. It’s wicked, and it hates him. He has no choice but to hate in turn. He must rip the agency from his own hands if he is to survive.

It’s a belief not born of madness, but desperation. With the inherent overlap the two share, it can seem meaningless to draw a line between them.

It matters. To him, it does.

[simugeuge]

“Isn’t it true,” Penelope argued, her chin high, fire in her eyes, “that I have spent as much time and effort into this union as you? Do you think me so weak as not to hold myself together while my husband is gone?” “I don’t want-” “Don’t.” Penelope turned away from him, gathering nervously all her hair, veil included, and letting it fall heavily on her back. She gave him a second to finish, then answered what he didn’t dare to say: “I will be your widow, then. Yours.”  He couldn’t. His heart shrunk, his arms weakened, every time he pictured Penelope sitting alone in a palace he had built too big. “I cannot make you a widow.” he breathed. “I am a widow, as for today. And my husband is still alive!” She laughed bitterly. The tears Penelope was holding twinkled golden in her eyes. Odysseus took her in his arms and pressed tight; Penelope’s maid looked away. How could a wedding proposal feel like a goodbye?

Odysseus and Penelope got married y'all! This is my version of their wedding day.

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Anonimity is over!

I published this a few days ago, but now it's officialll.

Thank you @odypenfest for opening this event, it was so much fun!

[garden-of-rambles]

Enjoy this snippet of the next part of my @odypenfest smut fic, 'Like Golden Aphrodite', where Odysseus finds himself rather distracted watching Penelope manipulate those around them...

[garden-of-rambles]

A snippet from one of the @odypenfest fics I'm working on. It will intersect a bit with the other that I have currently claimed, which you can read a snippet of here.

In this, well before their marriage, Odysseus finds himself becoming more and more distracted by Penelope as of late...

[viathewhimsy]

A snippet of the second chapter of my odypenfest fic!! Thank you for helping me choose!! Enjoy!!

I want to focus more on her anger I think for this chapter!