#athena writes

[asgwendollie]

ָ࣪ 𓏲⋆.ָ࣪ 𓏲⋆.ָ࣪ 𓏲⋆.

"You Look Shitty!"

pairing: schlatt x f!reader

synopsis: you and schlatt were streaming and he says something he wasn't supposed to.

tw: none.

a/n: small little drabble. not proofread(when do i ever tbh?)

you were in Texas to visit Schlatt for the week. ofcourse, you two decide to do an irl stream. the two of you were gonna react to some videos the viewers sent in. as you were talking about a video, you schlatt say something.

"you look pretty..." schlatt murmurs under his breath, looking at you from the side as you talk about a video.

"what was that?" you ask, whipping your head around to look at schlatt.

"...I said you look shitty! goodnight y/n!" schlatt yells as he stands up and runs outside of the room.

you look at chat with wide eyes, "yeah, he definitely said i was pretty." you say as people in chat clip the moment with you not knowing.

[verathena14]

Pulling down backstreets, deep in your head Slipping through dreamland like a tourist

me when i see a younger version of myself and my best friend that i can't remember

(based off of my soriku songfic Dreamland)

[feyerfleyes]

MORNINGS LIKE THESE coriolanus snow

summary. after the games you find out what life is like with coriolanus outside of the capitol.

warnings. none....just fluff. wordcount: 439. (a/n this is my first fic so...)

It was a cold winter. really cold. the temperature was nothing compared to the cold demeanor coriolanus portrayed while in the capitol, though. luckily ever since the games, you and coriolanus had gone your own way. It was a small forest – the only thing in the array of debris was an abandoned cottage that coriolanus of course took the liberty of fixing up for you guys. It wasn’t much, and was definitely nothing compared to the luxury of the capitol, but it was enough for you and him. You and him – that’s how it had always been ever since you guys met; and that’s how it would stay. days at the cottage were peaceful. the suns rays peaking through the curtains you had made by hand as coriolanus stirs from his rest. you were awake. you were always awake before him, but somehow he never realized. you slowly bring one eye open as to not raise suspicion as coriolanus peppers kisses on your bare shoulder. it was mornings like these you appreciated. mornings like these that made you grateful you were his and he was yours. eventually you have to get up, and without a word you kiss him before leaving the room. the taste of mint lingering on yours and now his lips from when you had brushed your teeth earlier that morning. you decide to make breakfast for the both of you since coriolanus can’t cook for the life of him. you thought he had went back to sleep, but your speculation is quickly put to rest as you feel his arms wrap around your waist. “you never said good morning” he whines as he lays his head on your shoulder. “was my kiss not enough for you?” you retort as you turn the stove off. “Maybe another” he replies as he moves his hands towards your hips to turn you around. he kisses your cheek; not once, not twice, but three times, or at least that’s what you counted. “don’t be stingy” you say under your breath as you stand on your toes to pull him in for an actual kiss. his hands on your hips keep you steady as you run your hands over his freshly shaved and bleached buzzcut. he was convinced he wouldn’t let it grow out after moving here with you – which you were perfectly fine with. he pulls away to go do what you presume is taking a shower, and you walk away with a crimson red blush spread throughout your face. mornings like these were what you looked forward to. mornings like these were what made you realize you loved coriolanus snow.

[plurapony]

I'm going through my magical girl transformation!!!!! and by that I mean we are splitting again!!!!

my head is aching :) i feel like a thousand elephants are running around the inside of my brain and they are all screaming about what they want to do but it's in a language I can't understand but they're getting frustrated I'm not understanding so it's only getting louder!!!!

gosh i love having did /s

[ochiody]

idk why athena didnt interrupt him

[sol-niczka]

The suitors are gone. The palace has fallen silent.

Odysseus stands there, covered in red from head to toe. The emptiness in his chest had only grown deeper with each released arrow, each scream of the victims.

He lifts his head, and his gaze falls upon the stone owl he had built long ago. An altar for his guardian, his mentor. He steps forward, staring emptily at the statue, and suddenly he feels her.

She stands to his right, her energy and presence unmistakable.

Athena looks down upon him, almost through him, a certain sadness in her eyes. They say nothing.

The goddess can't help but wonder whether all of this could have been avoided, had they not fought all those years ago. She can't help but wonder if she could prevent the same thing from happening again.

Maybe they could do that together.

Yes, she concluded. Together sounds nice.

[shepardstales]

When your characters just start revealing lore you didn't know about them, as you're writing them

[saixria]

Somewhere in Apollo’s hospital on Olympus

[thhouseofblack]

Odysseus dies during the war and by the laws of combat/due to some prophecy stating that only a war strategy from the mind of Laertiades will cause the fall of Troy, Telemachus is brought to the shores of Troy.

10 year old Telemachus, who has never even held a weapon before, who was hiding behind his teary-eyed mother's skirts when they came to fetch him.

Penelope falling to her knees, clutching the feet of the ones trying to take her son away and begging to not do this, that she has just lost her husband, that she cannot lose a son too, that her boy is so young. That her brother-in-law Eurylochus can avenge her husband.

Grief-stricken Diomedes, hovering and protecting Telemachus, risking his own life time and time again to ensure Telemachus' safety. Fighting with all the commanders to keep him from the battlefield as much as possible.

Athena always standing behind Telemachus, for the first time making her presence evidently known, lending as much as strength, wisdom and courage as she can to her Champion's son.

Eurylochus, Polites and the other Ithacans being so enraged at Telemachus' presence here, he is just a boy, their Prin– their King. He shouldn't be here. But he is, so they do their best to take care of him and ignore their breaking heart everytime Telemachus looks at them with Odysseus' face and speaks with Odysseus' voice, knowing that he is the last piece of their king they have left.

[be-it-so]

My favorite headcanon about gods and the mortals is that gods never understand how fragile humans are and don't understand how deep god's touches go through mortal's skin. (or simply don't care)

Athena will make Diomedes's grip on his spear stronger pushing his fingers tighter and almost breaking his bones. She fixes his position making his stance perfect, but human's body was never able to get into position this perfect so his muscles will be tearing and his bones will be cracking just to be instantly healed. When Athena removes her hands, his body will be covered in bruises.

Odysseus will always feel burning and at the same time freezing gaze on his back while Athena watches him across the battlefield. His ears will be filled with her breath and whisper, that will ring in his head long after she ended speaking. She will help him shot an arrow, and he will feel his joints moving in the way they were never supposed to move.

When Apollo turns all the spears and arrows away from the Hector he will still feel them digging into his flash. Apollo will raise him from the dust again and again, and Hector won't be able to stand without hearing god's voice in his ears and feeling god's burning touch on his shoulders. He closes his eyes and still sees the light.

Helen will stand tall to speak up to Paris, and Aphrodite will place her hands on Helen's shoulders to remind her of goddess's presence and this flaming grip will weight as heavy as ten years of war. Aphrodite will wash Helen's face so her skin will shine brighter and eyes will haunt every man in the room, and the only thing Helen feels is her skin freezing from the coldness of Aphrodite's hands.

And those touches won't end with battle or even with war. Every time Diomedes fights he will feel his body taking the exact position Athena once made him in, his limbs will come into shape they were never meant to be in, without deforming cause Athena already fixed them, once she already designed him according to her vision. Every time Odysseus lies his words will echo in his head just like Athena's words did before, every time he uses a bow, arrow in his hands will feel like a burning torch or like an ice, and his joints and tendons will sing in a perfect copy of the song Athena made them perform inside his body on the battlefield. Every time Helen will square her shoulders to feel herself more confident she will feel burning touch on her chin pushing it up and freezing breath in her hair. She will look at her husband and shadow of tight grip on her shoulders will become shadow of sharp nails digging into her skin, holding her in place.

Even dying at Achilles's hands and falling to the ground Hector would still hear an order in his head telling him to get up and fight, his own blood running down a neck will feel like Apollo's hands forcing him back to his feet.

No mortal ever forgets a god's touch.

[asgwendollie]

ָ࣪ 𓏲⋆.ָ࣪ 𓏲⋆.ָ࣪ 𓏲⋆.

Wine Drunk

simon riley x fem reader

pairing: established relationship, reader and simon are married.

synposis: Simon's wife comes home wine drunk.

tw: mentions of wine/alcohol, reader is wine drunk

a/n: short drabble i thought of, i just woke up so it's not proofread TvT

the doorbell rings, making Simon stand and head to the door where you and your bestfriend, Jane, stand. "ugh, she's wine drunk and won't stop saying your name." Simon quickly grabs you into his arms and mutters a thank you to Jane for bringing you home.

"get your hands off me, sir. i have a husband thank you very much." you stir your words as Simon sits you on the couch. "Yeah? is this husband of yours handsome?" he chuckles.

"oh, ver' much. he's a lieutenant in the military so i don' know if you're supposed t' be touching me." he stands up to get some water and just laughs at your response.

"wha's funny 'bout that?" you whine at him. "hm? oh nothing, love, just the fact that you don't realize you're talking to you husband right now." he sets down the glass of water on the coffee table in front of you.

"oh."

[verathena14]

hold me tight (or don't) (2303 words) by VerAthenaWrites Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Kingdom Hearts (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Riku/Sora (Kingdom Hearts) Characters: Riku (Kingdom Hearts), Sora (Kingdom Hearts) Additional Tags: Dream Eater Riku (Kingdom Hearts), Sora is a Monsterkisser (Kingdom Hearts), Riku Loves Sora (Kingdom Hearts), Sora Loves Riku (Kingdom Hearts), Self-Indulgent, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Getting Together, Riku is a Sap (Kingdom Hearts), sora is too though so its fine, Game: Kingdom Hearts 3D: Dream Drop Distance, Post-Kingdom Hearts Dream Drop Distance, Dream Eater Riku has Fangs (Kingdom Hearts), Sharing a Bed, Literal Sleeping Together, also it's very background but, Trans Sora (Kingdom Hearts), Trans Riku (Kingdom Hearts), Trans Male Character, love realizations, Song: Hold Me Tight or Don't (Fall Out Boy), very quickly aborted makeout Summary: Something's wrong with Riku. Ever since the Mark of Mastery exam, there's been a buzzing beneath his skin. A constant crawling, itching sensation that scratching won't fix. It's strongest when he's near Sora, accompanied by an unpleasant curl in his gut when he stands too close – like there's something inside him, too big to be contained by his skin. It scares him, so he distances himself. He throws himself headfirst into his training. It hurts him to have to avoid his best friend, but this really is better for the both of them – Riku doesn't know if he'll be able to retain his composure. The hunger grows every day he spends distanced from Sora, but it'll be worth it. It has to.

[fisherrprince]

I’ve been possessed. If anyone wants to know where Edgeworth is, he’s been watching kamen yaiba with the detective boys for 4 hours

[tommygotwrittenoff]

i literally do not care about big emergencies on abc's 911. i want to see my characters talk to each other and have stories that are parallels to small, everyday (everyday for first responders) emergencies

[backpackingspace]

Athena with odysseus: surprise attacking odysseus and bodily slamming him to palace walls (for awareness training). Randomly kidnapping him from the palace to drop him in the woods (or the ocean or on two memorable occasions on a completely different island) (survival training), using her full strength in sparing matches (odysseus has many broken bones) dragging him up by his wrist so they're face to face. Not being careful with how often she uses quick thought or any of her other powers (what? He seems fine. She's sure odysseus has always been a freak it's definitely not brain damage it's/fine/hes /fine)

Athena with telemachus, after she accidentally knocked him out once: right right odysseus and penelope taught me how to do this when they had me babysit you. Gotta be gentle so so gentle. Gotta support the head gotta craddle humans not yank them up by the wrist (she knew odysseus was a freak why didn't he say anything??) Can't just funnel her full power into the kid gotta be so gentle.

[violet-knights]

Crack fic where the 118 and co are all arguing about what color Bucks hair is

Maddie, Buck, and Bobby think he is blonde. Chimney, Hen, and Athena think he has brown hair.

They turn to Eddie and he is like well it depends and pulls out a whole PowerPoint presentation about how the lighting and environment affects it, how the sun will bleach it to look lighter and on and on and on as the rest of the cast just stare at him.

And then in the back Ravi just goes “I thought he was a redhead!”