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prompt from @misscrazyfangirl321

"Are we in love? I mean, yeah, probably, but that is a problem for future us. Right now, we're just trying to survive the plot."

Odysseus and Penelope pre-EPIC ______________________________________________________________

There was nothing in this world that could have prepared Odysseus for the pain of Athena’s betrayal. He asked her for help to get Penelope to notice him. It was his fault, he supposed, for not being more specific. Afterall, nothing gets a girl’s attention like ruining her best friend’s love life. He was pretty sure Penelope would never even look at him again after this. 

He was currently trying to mend Helen’s broken heart by proving that Menelaus wasn’t the one who stole the Queen’s favourite necklace. It was rumored that anyone who touched the necklace other than the Queen would die a horrible death. Unfortunately, it just so happened that Menelaus got a cold the very day it was stolen. Naturally, the suitors with their brains the size of a rat’s nose decided that the most logical conclusion was that Menelaus was the thief and the necklace, obviously, was cursing him with death via a runny nose.

Of course, all of this wouldn’t have happened in the first place if Odysseus hadn’t tried to impress Penelope with his cleverness by pointing out that the Queen’s necklace was stolen. In his defense, the goddess Athena told him it was a good idea. In Athena’s defense, she was not the goddess of love. 

Now, here he was hiding behind the curtains of the Jewel Room trying to find out who the real thief was. 

He heard a rustling beside him. Odysseus turned, intending on telling them to be quiet, only to freeze when he saw who it was. 

“What are you doing?” Penelope asked.

This was fine. This was totally fine. Penelope was looking at him. Speaking to him. Looking as beautiful as ever. He most definitely did not forget to breathe. He was fine. He was calm. He was cool. He was collected. 

“Penelope, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to make Helen cry. I was just trying to impress you. Please don’t hate me. I’ll fix this. I’ll prove Menelaus didn’t do this.”

See, completely calm. 

“You were trying to impress me? Why?” she asked, ignoring everything else. 

Okay, that’s not how this was supposed to go. The first time he told her how he felt, he was supposed to be cool, impressive, not nearly crying on his knees. But it was too late, he couldn’t go back now. 

“Because I’m in love with you? I have been since the very first time I saw you. I was supposed to say this in more beautiful words, but I can’t look at you and form coherent sentences at the same time.”

“How about this?” she suggested with a smile. “After we’re done with all this, why don’t you meet me by the olive tree and you can give me those beautiful words then.”

It felt like Odysseus’ brain turned to mush. Maybe there just wasn’t enough oxygen behind these curtains. The real thief could have walked in at this very moment and stolen every jewel in the castle and Odysseus would not have noticed. Did Penelope just suggest that she wanted to meet him again?

“Wait, you don’t hate me?”

“Why would I hate you?” she laughed. “You’re the only one here with any brains. I like you.”

She liked him? 

“Are we in love?” Wow, he needed to slow down. She never said anything about love. He probably freaked her out with that. Now she really was never going to speak to him. She probably doesn’t even want him at the olive tree anymore.

“I mean, yeah, probably” she said, breaking him out of his spiral. 

Oh. Oh.

They were in love. 

“But that’s a problem for future us.” she continued. “Right now, we’re just trying to make it through this plot.”

Right. The plot. The plot where the suitors accused his best friend of something he didn’t do. He totally forgot. 

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Desperate Times, Desperate Measures

AO3

Well hello! This is a very short oneshot born as I do a little project with one of my best friends, @iguessweusewords, to get her into writing and to flex her creative muscles. This is a post-LND oneshot based around the prompt: "What are you doing in there?"/"I had nowhere else to go?" by @daily-prompts. I took some slight liberty with that, but it's the same prompt at its core. Enjoy!

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Prompt #2582 from @daily-prompts

She held the candle out trying to see as best as she could in the damp air of the cavernous room. Being stealthy wasn't an option as the space was so cluttered she couldn't even place a foot down without bumping into something. How does one manage to fill such a large room with so many things?

"Why don't you bring an orchestra next time? I heard they're quieter than the stomping you're doing," said a deep voice in annoyance.

She nearly screamed and dropped her candle, but managed to stifle the reaction.

"Who are you?"

"You know who I am."

She did know who he was. But she wasn't going to let him have the satisfaction of knowing that she could recognize him from the way he breathed. Instead, she opted to turn toward the voice, trying to locate where she had heard him from.

"Over here," he called.

She stepped closer and nearly faltered in her tracks when she saw where he was.

A cage. 

It was big enough that she could fit half her old wardrobe in there. And inside was Azem, both hands and feet in large chains. Chains that looked like they were meant to hold something far stronger than a mere man. 

Looking at him made her chest ache. He wasn’t beautiful, but he was familiar. It had been so long since she felt anything but worry and dread. Seeing him again, even caged, brought her more comfort than anything had in the past months. She wanted to start crying right then and there, but she instead asked, “What are you doing in there?”

“I had no where else to go.”

It wasn't really an answer to what she asked, but she knew what he meant. There was nowhere left where they could call home. They had been at war with each other once. But they shouldn't have bothered. Something far worse than war destroyed everything they had ever loved, hated, and desired. Now, they were both here, looking for the one thing that could give them back what was left of their homes and people. 

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