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Threads Undone - Chapter 10

Summary:

It was not as the Fates intended.

There was to be a marriage bed, a son, and twenty years of waiting. But King Icarius denies Odysseus his daughter’s hand, and the thread begins to fray. Penelope of Sparta—clever, quiet, and promised to no man—is swept from her home on a tide of stolen love and war.

Now a stranger in Troy, Penelope is caught between warring gods, mortal ambition, and a war never meant to be hers. As alliances crumble and empires burn, one woman’s defiance may alter the course of fate itself.

Relationship: Penelope/Odysseus, Penelope/Deiphobus (Onesided), Helen/Paris

The gods had no need for walls. Despite that, Athena just stood beyond them, her form cloaked in air and shadow, perched like a watchful hawk above the Scaean Gate. Below, the mortal kings arrived one by one: cloaks of rust-red and oxblood,  and crested helms catching the sun. They moved like men already doomed, though none would name it yet. Hector stood, straight-backed with the caution of a soldier raised on knives and honour. Beside him, Aeneas exchanged a glance with his prince, measured, and unreadable. Neither spoke, waiting for the Achaeans to arrive. Hospitality was still custom, even as it soured in their mouths.

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Most Ardently - Chapter 3

Summary:

When Odysseus arrives in Sparta as a suitor for Helen, he expects politics and ceremony, not the sharp-witted, fiercely proud Penelope, daughter of Icarius. What begins as rivalry and resentment soon twists into a charged, undeniable attraction neither can ignore, though both will try.

Relationship: Penelope/Odysseus

The light in the room was flat, filtered through linen and bronze. It softened nothing in the chamber, showing every pulse beneath the skin, every line of tension in shoulders. Somewhere near the brazier, a slave girl had crushed rose petals into bitter oil; the smell clinging, sweet at first, and then cloying.   

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Threads Undone - Chapter 9

Summary:

It was not as the Fates intended.

There was to be a marriage bed, a son, and twenty years of waiting. But King Icarius denies Odysseus his daughter’s hand, and the thread begins to fray. Penelope of Sparta—clever, quiet, and promised to no man—is swept from her home on a tide of stolen love and war.

Now a stranger in Troy, Penelope is caught between warring gods, mortal ambition, and a war never meant to be hers. As alliances crumble and empires burn, one woman’s defiance may alter the course of fate itself.

Relationship: Penelope/Odysseus, Penelope/Deiphobus (Onesided), Helen/Paris

The sand map was crude, drawn with a blade-hilt in salt and soot. Someone had carved the ridgeline in too deep; Troy's shape was exaggerated, the coast skewed. But the key things were there: the sea to the west, the river to the north, the Scaean Gate glaring like a single unwinking eye.   Agamemnon rapped the flat of his hand against the map's center. "We break east and drive upward toward the gate. No more flanking. No more beach feints. A straight thrust into the belly. If we breach that slope, we can bring the palisade down in days."  

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pt. 2 sorta kinda?

Aphrodite knows damn well Penelope likes Ody too, she's just taking her sweet time so she can mess with Athena a little bit

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silly little sketch of athena dealing with a young lovestruck odysseus

Edit: i made a part 2 (sorta)

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every few days i go and reread Ovid's Heroides' epistula 1, and every few days i lose my mind over Penelope and Odysseus all over again

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Most Ardently - Chapter 2

Summary:

When Odysseus arrives in Sparta as a suitor for Helen, he expects politics and ceremony, not the sharp-witted, fiercely proud Penelope, daughter of Icarius. What begins as rivalry and resentment soon twists into a charged, undeniable attraction neither can ignore, though both will try.

Relationship: Penelope/Odysseus

The morning sun had already risen above the rooftops of Sparta, its light falling clean and golden across the marble floors of the Penelope’s quarters. The shadows were still long, drawn sharp beneath the lintels, and the air carried that early hush peculiar to ceremonial days—a quiet laced not with peace but with expectation. Inside, the scent of crushed thyme and warm oils lingered. A bronze mirror, freshly polished, caught the sunlight and flared. Penelope sat at her dressing stool, spine straight, chin lifted, hands resting lightly on her lap. Her hair was nearly finished—braided and pinned in the style of Tiryns, each coil threaded with gold wire and lapis beads. The weight of it made her neck ache, but she didn’t move. Her maidservant, Myrrha, worked with deft hands behind her, sliding the final ivory pin into place and smoothing the last dark strand with oil-slick fingers. “There,” the maid said softly, stepping back. “A goddess could not outshine you, my lady.”

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Most Ardently - Chapter 1

Summary:

When Odysseus arrives in Sparta as a suitor for Helen, he expects politics and ceremony, not the sharp-witted, fiercely proud Penelope, daughter of Icarius. What begins as rivalry and resentment soon twists into a charged, undeniable attraction neither can ignore, though both will try.

Relationship: Penelope/Odysseus

The dark of early dawn clung to Ithaca's limestone cliffs, the narrow windows of the megaron pale with only the first ghost of light. The hearth fires had long since darkened to low embers, casting a dim, flickering glow across the stone floor. The long hall stood quiet; the faint clink of bronze against clay was the only sound throughout. A thin curl of smoke rose from a single terracotta lamp on the king's table, where Odysseus lounged alone on a kline. His tunic, dyed a deep umber, hung loosely over one shoulder, the linen creased from a night's rest or restless thoughts. His sea-dark curls, thick and unruly, tumbled across his brow and neck as though he had risen without care for comb or ribbon. Before him, a serving girl bent to pour rich, dark wine from a painted krater. Her slender figure moved with careful grace beneath his gaze, the soft rustle of finely pleated linen skirts barely breaking the hush of the hall.

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Threads Undone - Chapter 4

Summary:

It was not as the Fates intended.

There was to be a marriage bed, a son, and twenty years of waiting. But King Icarius denies Odysseus his daughter’s hand, and the thread begins to fray. Penelope of Sparta—clever, quiet, and promised to no man—is swept from her home on a tide of stolen love and war.

Now a stranger in Troy, Penelope is caught between warring gods, mortal ambition, and a war never meant to be hers. As alliances crumble and empires burn, one woman’s defiance may alter the course of fate itself.

And not all myths go as the Fates decree.

Relationship: Penelope/Odysseus, Penelope/Deiphobus (Onesided), Helen/Paris

The wind swiftly drives them across the Ionian Sea but carries no comfort.     Odysseus stands at the prow, a lone figure against the rush of sky and waves. His chlamys cracks like a whip in the wind. Sea-spray clings to his beard and salt stings his lips, but he remains unflinching. Behind him, his men row with practice, their oars biting into the brine with rhythmic force. Their low voices stirring the ship, soft laughter, muttered awe, and their Captain's name passing like a secret between them. Above, Ithaca's banners wave, blue and gold, proud and persistent, the echoes of their homeland left behind.   

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an odypen doodle i drew while listening to Hamilton videos

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heey i guess im on tumblr now huh (i love them)

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Chapter nine of my odypen fanfic, lead me back to you, is officially out!!!

Within his cave, upon his bed of poppies, Morpheus the Dreaming God watched and waited, as he had for months. Unlike other nights, it was not messages from other Gods for various mortals, or the dreams of the King and Queen of Ithaca that drew his attention. Though, he did look at the glowing thread that still connected them, as he often did. In spite of the dark void half of it had vanished within, it had not frayed or dimmed in the slightest. Spring was fast approaching, and soon their dreams would be shared again, though they would still remain separated by the power that kept the island eternally isolated. Gods needed sleep far less than mortals, and so their dreams appeared before him rarely. He needed to keep careful watch, and be ready to spot Athena’s mind when it finally slipped into dreams. He knew it would happen soon: even she, ever-vigilant and with a mind that constantly spun thoughts like an endless spool of thread, needed rest. Though, he thought when he finally saw the glowing form of her mind -- perhaps it was not rest that she was finding as she slept. He knew how to spot a brewing nightmare, and hers was gathering like a storm. Morpheus drew close, and slipped into the dreams of the Goddess Athena.

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Until, I Find My Love

Summary: It was, after all, Odysseus' fault that they were at Ikea. He just didn't realize it would be this much of an undertaking to find his wife.

Relationship: Odysseus/Penelope

It’s his fault they are here. Well, in actuality, it’s both of their faults.  Odysseus had been so insistent that he could still pick his wife up and toss her onto the bed now as he once could in their youth. Penelope doubted her husband, however, as much she secretly hoped he still could; her body had changed so much with her pregnancy and her body continued to cling to the extra weight of carrying their son.  She was delighted as he marched up to her one evening when Ctimene had the baby for a few hours, slinging her over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing. The brunette giggled as he proclaimed that he was 'going to ravish her' as they crossed onto the threshold of their bedroom. As he promised, he threw his wife onto the bed with ease. The issue only came as their mattress collapsed to the ground abruptly. 

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I just realized I never posted this one here, oops! I do plan on doing more modern aus soon.

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Just wanted to say I absolutely love threads undone so far, I love Penelope trying to force them to acknowledge that despite what they claim she is without a doubt a prisoner.

Additionally, as a Canadian history buff who knows very little about my countries history, what is one of your favourite/most interesting Canadian historical events?

Thank you so much!! I’m so glad you’ve been enjoying it, I honestly think it’s been my best work!

Oooo this is hard, but honestly I really love Indigenous Prairie history. I think a really overlooked aspect of Canadian history is the Metis Road Allowances and the histories surrounding them are really interesting. Maria Campbell’s “Halfbreed,” gives her experiences growing up on the Road Allowances and is an excellent book, as well as Nora Cummings has several pieces online and in print out there about her own experiences.

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Same kiss... 20 years before

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Threads Undone - Chapter 3

Summary:

It was not as the Fates intended.

There was to be a marriage bed, a son, and twenty years of waiting. But King Icarius denies Odysseus his daughter’s hand, and the thread begins to fray. Penelope of Sparta—clever, quiet, and promised to no man—is swept from her home on a tide of stolen love and war.

Now a stranger in Troy, Penelope is caught between warring gods, mortal ambition, and a war never meant to be hers. As alliances crumble and empires burn, one woman’s defiance may alter the course of fate itself.

And not all myths go as the Fates decree.

Relationship: Penelope/Odysseus, Penelope/Deiphobus (Onesided), Helen/Paris

The sea breeze stings Penelope's face with salt and chill as the ship finally docks in Troy early in the morning. The air is thick with the sounds of the bustling port. Workers shouting, ships creaking, and the low murmurs of soldiers waiting on the pier. In the distance, the great walls of Troy loom like an ancient fortress, striking a chord deep within her, but it is a bitter note. There is no triumph in this arrival, no celebration. Only the gnawing ache of being far from her home. Penelope stands at the bow of the ship, her knuckles whitening as she grips the rail. Her focus is startled as a hand lightly touches her elbow, her head wrenching at the offender. Prince Hector stands next to her, that guilty look that has marred his face these past days still present.  "Princess," he calls gently, his voice lost in the chorus of rope and shouting from the deck. "You will catch cold if you linger in the wind much longer."  

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When [Penelope] awakens after the slaughter and hears the news that Eurycleia brings her, she cannot at first believe that it is truly Odysseus who accomplished it (her skepticism mirrors the earlier suspiciousness of her husband; both Odysseus and Penelope need to learn that there is a time for trust and acceptance to supersede disbelief). Instead, Penelope supposes it must be a god who has come down from Olympus to punish the suitors for their villainy. The scene which follows shows Penelope, in the midst of her confusion and doubt, formulating a plan to test the identity of the stranger. Once before, in Book 19, she had attempted to do so ('Now, stranger, I have it in my mind to test you'), but there Odysseus had sidestepped. Now we see the tables turned, the biter bit, in the famous counter-test of the bed. Here Odysseus' celebrated caution and control vanish, and he bursts with indignation. This scene not only trumps Odysseus' previous testing and Penelope's own failure in book 19; Penelope here also goes on better than Athene in Book 13, for even Athene, though she deceived Odysseus and he failed to recognize her, could not make him give himself away: Impasse. Penelope is the only person who could outwit Odysseus in such a test, and this shows, like many other details and parallelisms between them, how well matched husband and wife truly are. Further, it is not just the test itself, Odysseus knowledge of their secret, which makes Penelope believe in him, but his moment of angry passion, of uncontrolled emotion. As commentators have pointed out, a god would have known the truth [...] The automatic, unthinking surge of anger at the thought of his bed, his wonderful creation, being violated is wholly human.

—Richard B. Rutherford, 'The Philosophy of the Odyssey'