#athena riddle

[rakiah]

So many heroes, so many tales

Give me one good reason why yours should prevail

A queen stays a queen ~ … But a tiny queen 😌

[twst-aceofhearts]

Reckless Road Trips

𝖆/𝖓: since I did first years, why not write something with second and third years [coming soon] too? no romance once more btw

𝖙𝖜: none, usual nrc chaos

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: second years x reader

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖘: 1144

𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙: @luxaryllis @thegoldencontracts @waterthatsmoe @oya-oya-okay @writingattemptsxx

The van swayed gently down the sun-soaked highway, packed with eight eccentric second-years and you crammed somewhere in the backseat between Jade and Floyd. It was meant to be a "relaxing getaway," something Azul had insisted would be good for your health and interpersonal development. You weren’t sure if being in a vehicle with this much raw chaos counted as relaxing.

Floyd’s legs were draped across both yours and Jade’s laps, a foot tapping idly to a playlist Kalim had made—an energetic mix of party music, pop, and oddly enough, frog sounds. Riddle had already protested twice. "We are not listening to amphibian mating calls!"

“Are we theeeeere yet~?” Floyd groaned dramatically.

“That’s the fifth time,” you muttered.

“Sixth,” Jade corrected pleasantly.

“Stop keeping track!” Azul called from the driver’s seat, gripping the wheel like it was the only thing keeping him tethered to sanity. “If anyone else asks that question, I’m cancelling the shaved ice.”

A beat.

“Are we there yet?” Kalim asked cheerfully.

Azul visibly died inside.

When you finally reached the beach, it was like a switch flipped. Everyone exploded out of the van, hauling towels and umbrellas like it was a timed race. Ruggie took off toward the water, yelling, “Last one in buys lunch!” before leaping straight into the waves.

You hung back a moment, stretching out sore limbs before grabbing a beach ball from the trunk.

“Hey Floyd,” you called, tossing it toward him. “Game?”

“Ooh~ Shrimpy wants to play?” Floyd’s grin spread wide. “Let’s see how long you last!”

The game started off easy. Light volleys, lots of laughter. You had just gotten into a nice rhythm when Floyd’s competitive instincts took over. His next spike sent the ball screaming across the sand.

“NO—!” you shouted.

Too late.

It slammed right into the back of Riddle’s head.

His ice cream went flying.

There was a moment of dead silence.

Floyd whistled innocently. “Oops~”

Riddle turned around, the picture of quiet rage. “FLOYD LEECH.”

Even the seagulls went quiet.

You doubled over laughing. Ruggie cackled from the shore. Kalim gasped, “Oh no! Riddle, I’ll buy you another!” while Jade said calmly, “You had to know that was going to happen.”

Later, you knelt near the tide line, carefully constructing a sandcastle with Kalim’s help. Jade occasionally offered eerie suggestions—“Add a trench for dramatic flair. Perhaps some bones?”—while you shaped towers with seashell windows. It was kind of nice, getting lost in the simple rhythm of sculpting.

But you had built it too close to the shore.

You realized it the second the wave came barreling in.

“No no no no—!”

Your castle crumbled in one powerful surge of water, reduced to a slurry of wet sand and disappointment.

“Nature is a harsh mistress,” Jamil said from a beach chair, sipping coconut water.

You glared. “I worked hard on that!”

He raised an eyebrow. “So does the tide.”

Azul walked over, shielding his eyes. “Everyone ready to head to the cabin?”

“Already?” you asked.

He gestured to a very grumpy Riddle, now coated in sand and scowling. “I think we’ve reached the ‘cut our losses’ part of the day.”

You expected a log cabin. Maybe something rustic with questionable plumbing.

What you got instead was luxury.

The glamping site Azul had booked looked like a forest resort—glass windows, warm wood paneling, a fire pit outside, and a kitchen that looked straight out of a magazine.

“...You rented this?” Riddle asked skeptically.

Azul adjusted his glasses. “I negotiated. Extensively.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Ruggie said, flopping onto one of the beanbags. “Bet it still cost more than all my groceries for a month.”

There was one small hiccup.

Only six bedrooms.

Which meant one room had to be shared.

“We’ll take it,” Jade offered calmly. “We already share a dorm room. The bunk bed arrangement won’t be awkward.”

Floyd threw an arm around his brother. “Jade snores like a kelpie! It’s like sleeping next to a drowning walrus.”

Jade smiled serenely. “At least I don’t talk in my sleep. ‘Mmm shrimp, don’t leave~’.”

You ended up paired with Kalim, who had somehow brought his own disco ball. He plugged it into the ceiling lamp, turned on music, and invited everyone to an impromptu dance party.

Jamil’s soul visibly left his body.

By the time the sun dipped below the trees, you were roasting marshmallows at the fire pit, wrapped in a borrowed hoodie, and nursing a cup of hot chocolate. Silver was already asleep beside you, Floyd was trying to toss popcorn into Riddle’s mouth (he missed, a lot), and Azul was casually checking stock charts on his tablet.

“This was... nice,” you said softly.

Azul didn’t look up. “I plan thoroughly.”

Ruggie raised a skewer. “To glamping!”

“To glamping!” the group echoed.

You thought that would be the end of it. But the next morning, Azul announced one final detour.

“There’s a secluded hot springs inn nearby. I already booked us a night.”

You blinked at him. “When did you do that?”

“Before the beach. I anticipated fatigue.”

“You mean this was the cooldown for the cooldown?” Riddle muttered.

Still, no one objected. The moment you arrived, any hesitation melted into the mountain mist. The inn was traditional and beautiful—wooden beams, soft lanterns, and the scent of mineral water drifting through the cool air.

“Only one spring?” Kalim asked.

“It’s mixed,” said the innkeeper with a smile. “It’s fully private tonight, so you have it all to yourselves.”

You shuffled toward the changing rooms with a towel clutched to your chest, cheeks already warm.

The outdoor bath was surreal. Steam rose into the night sky, stars twinkling above as warm water lapped gently at the stone edges. You slipped in with a sigh, letting your body melt.

“This is heaven,” you mumbled.

Until Floyd cannonballed in.

Water exploded over the edges.

Riddle screamed. Azul’s glasses fogged up. You got a face full of wave.

“FLOYD!”

“Hot soup time~!” Floyd sang, splashing around. “Mmm, shrimp stew!”

“Stop calling it that,” Jade muttered.

You sank lower in the water, shoulders shaking with laughter. Silver drifted in, practically asleep, and Kalim floated on his back, humming happily.

Ruggie was balancing rocks on your head.

Jamil was too tired to fight it.

You and Azul ended up side by side, staring up at the stars. He exhaled slowly, tension fading from his shoulders.

“You really went all out,” you said.

“I wanted something we’d remember.”

You bumped your knee lightly against his. “Mission accomplished.”

That night, after a second soak and way too many snacks, you curled up on a futon between Silver’s gentle snores and Kalim’s soft singing. Floyd had fallen asleep halfway through a horror story, and Riddle was still arguing with Jade about the proper way to wear a yukata.

You smiled.

Yeah. You could definitely get used to this.

credit to @enchanthings-a for divider

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

more tlm references 😳

Part 1 (Episodes 1 + 2) here! This post covers references in Episode 3 of the event.

Many people walk dogs in Seaglass Park. It seems dogs are a popular pet in Ultramarine City! This is because the mermaid princess’s human prince—Eric—is said to have cherished dogs. In fact, he once leapt into danger to help his dog (Max). The people of Ultramarine City honor his courageous act by keeping dogs of their own and by holding dog races and grooming contests. (Side note, Jade claims that a stray cat is also a dog??? And I recall Azul also saying he had trouble telling what is and is not a dog…? But is Jade just saying this to fuck with us?? Because he, Floyd, and Azul seem to understand what dogs are in Jack’s Labwear vignettes…)

Tile crafts are popular since building materials strong against moisture and salinity are needed in a coastal town. For the same reason, ceramics are also popular. Jade mentions music boxes with ceramic figures are common. AND ARIEL PLAYS WITH A MUSIC BOX IN HER TREASURE GROTTO IN PART OF YOUR WORLD… (A music box is also what King Triton gifted Queen Athena, Ariel’s mom, before she died.) He used to find such items in shipwrecks and played with them. (We know that Jade likes to scavenge and collect things from the bottom of the sea, which is very Ariel-like!)

The Port Inn Plaza looks EXACTLY like the town square from Eric’s Kingdom 😭

In this part of the world, it’s perfectly okay to walk up to puppeteers and take their puppets to put on your own shows! The tradition started when a merman unfamiliar with land took a puppet from a performer; this ended up livening up the show and getting more audience engagement.

The puppet show the NRC students put on is reenacting Eric in the aftermath of Ariel rescuing him 😭 They recite lines about a girl with a beautiful voice having rescued them… Jade goes the extra mile and also acts out Grimsby’s lines + Max the dog’s lines OTL (Yes, barking.)

I don’t recall horses being prominent in TLM outside of the carriage date, but it’s interesting to see them being taken care of in Ultramarine City. Because the sun is so strong, they swap out horses to avoid them getting heatstrokes. The stores also sell many equestrian supplies, including mane combs and hoof brushes, wood carvings of horses, photos, paintings, and charms.

The town sells old fashioned telescopes as a popular souvenir item, even if their performance is limited. Just like how Scuttle used one!!

The mermaid princess and human prince’s wedding was held on a ship. That particular ship’s design is often depicted in story books, paintings, and in model ships.

During the couple’s date on a small boat, fish spouted water and circled them. Water guns shaped like fish have become a local specialty because of this tale.

Dancing is popular! Of course, this is a nod to Ariel and Eric’s dancing scene in the film. Yuu gets a dialogue option here; if you express not being confident in dancing, Jade tells you not to worry; no matter how bad you are at dancing, he will support you. LIKE HOW ERIC HELPED ARIEL...

Riddle and Malleus, who have only ever been taught formal dancing, feel awkward just… moving along to the music. Rook encourages their hearts to lead them and to move how they feel. While this may just be me projecting (it’s much less explicit than everything else so far), this could be a reference to the musical version of TLM. In the song One Step Closer, Eric encourages Ariel to let her emotions come through in her dancing, which is a sentiment VERY similar to the advice Rook offers his peers.

AYO A KISS THE GURL RHYTHMIC?????!?!?!?! 😳 WitH J WoRD ROWInG THE BOAt???!?!?!!?! (So they can get a preview of what the bride snd groom’s course will look like!) HALLELEIGHSH, prAISE bE \o/

LOL????? One of the crabs they caught for dinner escaped (SEBASTIAN OUTSMARTED THE CHEF)…

The plating of the crab dish is also the exact same as how Sebastian was almost served up in the film!

Grim tries to capture the escaped crab and causes a big mess + ruckus! Just like in Les Poissons!!

[emma-altium7]

Riddle as a child of Athena

Floyd as a child of Poseidon

I think you get where I'm going with this-

[verathena14]

hi have some more twst attorneys au

[daryslaytonramblings]

playing spirit of justice and nahyuta is kind of a jerk, so in order to compensate that: have my prosecutor layton au i came up with on a whim

first of all, pl vs pw never happens for au sakes (sorry pl vs pw. know i love you). with the shortage in the prosecutor's office during soj, not only is nahyuta called up - hershel layton, a prosecutor from britain, is also enlisted to come and help out. i like to think prosecution is kind of a side thing to him - he's still very much an archeology nerd and preferred the archeology degree over his law degree and became a professor. however, something forced gressenheller to shut down, and layton decided to put his law degree to use.

he first comes into contact with the wright anything agency during the magical turnabout. in fact, that's the best thing that could have happened to apollo and athena, because hershel, having an adopted daughter of his own and an apprentice just a little older than trucy, he'd hate to see them convicted for a crime they didn't commit.

but he does his job, and let's be real, he'd be tough as a prosecutor. he challenges the defense a lot, throwing in logic puzzles to make his objections even more impactful. HOWEVER. HOWEVER. and here's the big BUT: he never, ever - and i mean NEVER - insults or belittles the defense.

apollo and athena are BAFFLED. normally, every prosecutor ever either just teases them or just straight-up bullies them. hershel? no. he's respectful and wants to give the defense a fair chance at winning. he doesn't brag with facts that work in his favor and doesn't tell the defense to just give up whenever they need more time to think. that's okay - good things and good puzzles take time. much like edgeworth, he just wants to find the truth (and earn money to live lmao).

the waa team is in awe. trucy is proved innocent, and apollo and athena call up their dad in khura'in to tell the tale.

a bit later, nahyuta takes up the rite of turnabout. however, hershel visits khura'in at roughly the same time because the kingdom's history is of interest to an archeology nerd like him. there, he is dubbed a witness of the murder of the high priest.

he's rather confused - he hasn't really seen anything, and still is called up to testify against maya? that's when he and nahyuta meet for the first time, and boy, do they not get along. in fact, they get into enough beef that when layton says he, too, is a prosecutor, nahyuta challenges him and prompts him to replace him, knowing that there's no way hershel would be educated enough to actually harm his case.

and that's where he was wrong. layton is well versed in history and culture, and this extends to the customs of khura'in. he shuts down phoenix's arguments with grace and only happily fills the gaps in his knowledge, all while never outwardly incriminating maya and insulting her. after all, he's a gentleman, and insulting someone is no way a gentleman should behave.

phoenix, now with the time and freedom to think (layton has to shut down the overly biast judge from time to time), is able to see the case through much better and wins it with more confidence. hershel's just glad nobody innocent was convicted.

and yeah, let's be honest - phoenix drools a little. because damn, not only is prosecutor layton kind and respectful, but he's also rather attractive. would make it possible for funny teasing from maya during the trial lmao. phoenix makes sure to compliment the man on being the best and most normal prosecutor he's ever had to deal with, and he gets. complimented back?? what sorcery is this

yeah nick is whipped from day 1 😳

not having played past turnabout storyteller (hey soj, is that a pl vs aa reference?), i dunno what happens in 6-5 yet, but i'll update this to include hershel once i actually play it lol. because i'm loyal to laywright and have to include it in everything ever, the romance arc happens after the mess, with apollo, athena and trucy to witness it because it's FUNNY. maya calls them up like "guys you never told us the english prosecutor is nick's type" and they go "WHAT."

anyway yeah that's my spur of the moment au. id love to design layton a sick ass fit and maybe draw some sprites. let's see if i get to that haha

[backpackingspace]

WAIT DO WE THINK ATHENA KNOWS ABOUT THE SECERT PASSAGEWAYS?!

[winterillustrates]

TWST X EPIC part 2

RIDDLE (my darling) AS ATHENA (my og darling)

Did not do him justice, sadly.

😭😭😭. i love him but I really can’t get his face right.

That corner was their Warrior of The Mind moment after Riddle showed himself. Yuu is very tall. Supposed to be taller than Jamil, too.

I just love Riddle as Athena. They undergo a very similar arc and they would probably relate with each other a bit.

[minciel93]

LISTEN LISTEN!! Okay I got an idea!! More so like an au? WHATEVER LISTEN!! Kay so epic the musical x twisted wonderland! Or like them preforming it anyway!!! So I don’t have all the roles down, BUT! I have a few!!! Think about it! Mc/yuu as Odysseus! Vil as Circe (potions and stuff) I’d like to say malleus could be Zeus, riddle could be Athena, Lilia (or some one else) could be aeolus, Kalim or ortho could be polites, epel could be telemachus (I’m still trying to like see who’s more like who ya���know?) I’ve been like thinking about this for a bit since like I like both lol buttttt forgive me if like I have some info about the gods wrong since I’m still technically new to this lol but please I need more like thoughts on this cause like I’m thinking to hard and for some reason I wanted to say Leona would be Poseidon but not sure lol, thoughts on this would actually be very appreciated 🙏🙏🙏

[beautifuldreamertwisteduntome]

So guys, the wisdom saga dropped as many of you know. And I love it 300/10 do recommend but I just remembered while listening to God Games that I have Leona casted as Athena and Malleus casted as Zeus. So in the beginning of God Games, you have this guy going “Father, God King! Rarely do I ask for favors! Now, I'm knocking on your door!”

And saying all that to this guy who doesn’t even remotely look like him. And let’s be real, Leona would probably rather claw his eyes out.

Not to mention that I have Riddle Rosehearts as Ares so imagine hearing Ares introduction, imagining someone built like a brick like maybe Jack, but instead, you have this pipsqueak in heels that will fly off the handle at a moments notice.

All this to say is that I’m loving my little project, the mental imagery is fantastic and I can’t wait to continue with the next polls (which may or not include a couple goddesses.)

Thank you to everyone that’s interacting with the polls and reposting them and commenting.

[ancientgreekheroes]

Ancient Greek Heroes - Riddles of the Sphinx

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[timeoftitansepic]

Time of Titans: An Epic Poem

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[twst-aceofhearts]

May I request a platonic fic between RIddle and reader where they're siblings? And the reader teaches an elective course at NRC? :>

Have a wonderful day, and wear your seatbelt!

🌸 anon

Professor by Day, Menace by Relation

𝖆/𝖓: I love this prompt, I'll do this with Azul too :> and this is strictly platonic, age gap is around 8 years

𝖙𝖜: none.

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: riddle x older sibling!reader

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖘: 1573

𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖘: @luxaryllis @thegoldencontracts @waterthatsmoe @oya-oya-okay @writingattemptsxx

You didn’t expect to see your little brother barging into your classroom after hours.

Yet there he was — Riddle Rosehearts, Housewarden of Heartslabyul, standing at the doorway with his arms crossed, his lips pressed into a familiar line of disapproval that mirrored your own when you were younger.

“You said you were going to be done at seven.”

You blinked at the clock on the wall. 8:24 p.m. Ah.

“I was going to be done,” you said sheepishly, setting down your chalk. “Then Grim knocked over the herb cabinet and I had to make sure none of the samples were poisonous.”

Riddle stepped inside and shut the door behind him with precision, as though sealing a vault. “Why are you even teaching here? You had a perfectly respectable job in the Queendom of Roses.”

You looked at him over your reading glasses. “I like it here. The students are interesting. The staff has personality. And believe it or not, teaching Elective: Magical Botany and Potion Alternatives is oddly fulfilling.”

He muttered something under his breath. You couldn’t quite catch it, but it sounded like “reckless” and “undignified.”

You let it go. He’d always had a hard time with change—especially when it came to you.

When you were kids, you were the only one allowed to sneak sweets into Riddle’s room. The only one he didn’t snap at during his study sessions. The only one who remembered to pack a blanket in case he fell asleep at his desk.

Now, he was a young man—brilliant, proud, meticulous. He carried himself like someone who couldn’t afford to be a child anymore.

You didn’t blame him. You just missed him sometimes.

“Have you eaten?” you asked, opening a drawer and pulling out a little bento box you had set aside.

He glanced away. “I was going to.”

“You were going to,” you repeated with a sigh. “So was I. But neither of us did, huh?”

He didn’t answer, but he came to sit at your desk anyway, watching as you unwrapped the bento and pushed it toward him.

It had apple slices. You always remembered.

He stared at them.

“…You still do this,” he said quietly. “Cutting them like roses.”

You smiled. “Habit. I figured if I ever forgot, you’d give me a lecture on presentation.”

He hesitated. Then, in an uncharacteristically soft voice, “Thank you.”

The room was quiet except for the ticking of the wall clock and the occasional clink of chopsticks.

“I heard from Professor Trein,” Riddle said between bites. “You got two students to submit their projects early. He sounded impressed.”

“That’s because I bribed them with extra credit and muffins.”

He choked.

You handed him a cup of water, deadpan. “Relax. They were chamomile muffins. Good for stress.”

“…You’re terrifying.”

“And you’re dramatic.”

A smile crept onto both your faces.

When he finished, he wiped his mouth, set the chopsticks down with care, and looked up at you.

“…I’m glad you’re here,” he admitted, voice small. “Even if your class is a little… unconventional.”

“Unconventional is my specialty.”

“I know,” he said. Then, quieter: “It was always easier when you were around.”

That surprised you. Not because you didn’t believe it, but because Riddle rarely said things like that out loud.

You set your papers aside, fully giving him your attention. “Do you want to talk about something?”

He hesitated.

Then:

“I lost my temper again. With Ace and Deuce.” He closed his eyes briefly, shame flickering across his face. “I didn’t overblot, of course. I’m not that foolish. But I—I could feel it. The pressure. The noise.”

You stood and gently ruffled his hair, like you did when he was a kid—back when he used to bury his face in your shoulder and cry over scraped knees or scoldings from Mother.

To your surprise, he let you.

“You’ve gotten better, Riddle. But even good people lose their temper. You’re not a failure for slipping.”

“…Then what am I?”

“Human,” you said softly. “Someone who’s trying. And someone I’m very proud of.”

He looked up at you, eyes a little red at the corners, but he didn’t cry. Not tonight. He simply gave a sharp nod, shoulders straighter, breathing easier.

“…If I come here sometimes,” he said at last, “just to talk… would that be alright?”

You smiled. “Always.”

That night, you walked him back to Heartslabyul. The stars were out, and for a brief moment, he looked like the boy you remembered—not the housewarden, not the prodigy, but just Riddle. Your little brother.

And when he turned to say goodnight, he paused, then added in a quiet voice,

“Next time… I’ll bring the tea.”

You chuckled. “Just don’t bring those sugarless biscuits. I still have trauma.”

He rolled his eyes, but he was smiling when he shut the gate behind him.

You weren’t expecting to see Riddle in your classroom on a Thursday morning—especially not in the back row, arms folded, lips thin, and trying (failing) to blend in with a group of groggy second-years.

“Don’t mind him,” you told the class, adjusting your glasses. “He’s just observing.”

“That’s the Housewarden of Heartslabyul,” one student whispered loudly to another.

“I thought it was a porcelain doll,” someone else muttered.

You coughed. Loudly.

“Anyway!” you clapped your hands. “Today we’re covering ‘Magical Plants and Mood Stabilization.’ Open your books to page 63.”

Riddle didn’t move a muscle. You were ninety percent sure he had already read this book cover to cover and was now judging your every word.

The lesson flowed smoothly—for a while.

You were halfway through explaining how moonlotus leaves can be used to subtly stabilize a brewing stress-relief potion when someone in the back raised their hand.

“Yes, Caelum?”

The boy smirked. “So, Professor, what’s it like teaching your little brother? Does he get automatic extra credit or just personalized rose-cut apples?”

You paused, then shot Riddle a deadpan glance.

He looked personally offended. “I would never accept such inappropriate favoritism—!”

“Which is exactly what someone with nepotism privileges would say,” Caelum quipped, and a few students laughed.

Riddle bristled.

You held up your hands before it escalated. “Relax. I grade him much harder than the rest of you.”

Riddle sputtered. “You don’t even grade me!”

“Exactly.”

The students howled.

Riddle sank slightly in his seat, clearly regretting life decisions that brought him here.

Later, during the practical component, you had everyone brewing a basic calming tonic infused with powdered moonlotus. Riddle watched silently, arms crossed, as the students measured, stirred, and grumbled.

“You don’t usually hover like this,” you said as you passed him, checking in on a student’s simmering cauldron.

“I was curious,” Riddle muttered. “Your students seem… comfortable with you.”

“I let them make jokes. Within reason.”

He frowned. “That’s a dangerous precedent. You’re their instructor.”

“Yes, and I’ve managed to avoid being overthrown so far. Small victories.”

You smirked and handed him a clean mixing spoon. “Here. Make yourself useful.”

Riddle blinked. “You want me to help?”

“Only if you think you won’t ruin someone’s brew with that terrifying perfectionism.”

“…Fine.”

It didn’t take long before more teasing started.

“Riddle-senpai, can you stir this for me? I want that Heartslabyul precision~.”

“Don’t let him scowl at your potion too long, it might curdle!”

“Did your sibling make you come here? Blink twice if you're being held hostage.”

You snorted as Riddle turned an alarming shade of pink.

“I didn’t sign up to be your class mascot,” he grumbled, helping a flustered student correct their ratios with immaculate skill.

You leaned close enough that only he could hear. “They’re just teasing you because they’re jealous they can’t roast me without getting detention.”

He glanced at you. “You wouldn’t actually give detention for that, would you?”

“Oh, definitely. But I’d also bring cookies the next day to confuse them.”

“…You’re terrifying.”

You smiled sweetly. “And you love me.”

He didn’t answer, but the corner of his mouth twitched—just barely.

By the end of the class, the potions had been bottled, labeled, and safely stored. You dismissed the students with reminders to please not test the potion on their roommates without consent.

As they filed out, several shot parting remarks Riddle’s way.

“Come back soon, Rosehearts-senpai!”

“Bring snacks next time! Sibling discount!”

“Professor, can we have Riddle Week? Where he does all your lectures and wears a silly apron?”

You waved them out with amused exhaustion.

Riddle, meanwhile, looked like he’d aged five years.

“Do they always act like that?” he asked flatly.

“Only when they like someone,” you said, packing up your notes. “They were very quiet around Professor Crewel. You, on the other hand… you’re roastable.”

“I’m never coming back here,” he muttered, following you to the door.

You held it open for him. “You’ll be back next week. You still owe me tea.”

He grumbled something about poor life choices but didn’t argue.

As you walked through the hall, he fell into step beside you, his expression unreadable.

“…They’re not bad,” he said eventually. “Your students.”

You smiled. “I’ll take that as high praise.”

He nodded once, then — just as you reached the hallway fork toward Heartslabyul — he paused.

“…You really don’t give me extra credit?”

You gave him a long, slow look.

Then burst out laughing. “Oh, Riddle.”

He scowled but couldn’t quite hide the tiny smile at the corners of his mouth.

credit to @cafekitsune for divider

[verathena14]

theyre done..... finally.... all the boys.....

[antipodeanwriter]

Time of Titans

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[dootznbootz]

Penelope is also Athena's pet/blorbo/special little mortal/etc. and if you think otherwise you're straight up wrong.

You're also wrong if you think Athena only likes Penelope because of Odysseus and/or Telemachus. As if Athena didn't see a young Penelope pull some shit and immediately think "Oh! Another mind to mold! C'mere you! Let's do some riddles and weaving!". Athena was happy that two of her favorite pets have met and fell in love!