What Ever You Do, Dont Think About How Much Achilles Loved Patroclus.

What ever you do, don’t think about how much Achilles loved Patroclus.

Don’t think about how at such a young age, Achilles knew that he wanted Patroclus to be his most loyal companion and his brother of arms.

Do not think about how Achilles immediately moved Patroclus into his own room.

Do not think about how Achilles trusted Patroclus so much that he allowed him to watch him train for battle.

Do not think about how upset Achilles was when his mother sent him away to Chiron only to be relieved when Patroclus followed him.

Do not think about how Achilles defied his mother by keeping his friendship and relationship with Patroclus.

Whatever you do, do not think about how upset Achilles was when he heard about the war and how he knew that he had to go and fight.

Do not think about how much Achilles protected Patroclus in the battlefield. Not letting a single person touch his beloved.

Do not think about how conflicted Achilles would have felt when he help Patroclus suit up in his armor. How upset he was and how the guilt already started to set in.

Do not think about how distraught Achilles was when he saw Patroclus’ body. When he saw the blood and the unmoving body. How guilty he felt and how angry he felt and how sad he felt.

Do not think about how Achilles’ first reaction was to grab his sword and slit his own throat because he did not want to live without his beloved, only to remember that he gave his sword to Patroclus.

Please, please, do not think about how enraged Achilles was for all the time after that. How he wouldn’t leave Patroclus’ body and how he would mourn for every second of every day. How angry he was at himself, for letting his love go out into battle knowing the chances of his surviving were slim.

Do not think about how Achilles went mad afterwards. How he mercilessly killed soldiers and Hector. How he wouldn’t return Hector’s body to his family because he did not feel like he deserved it.

Do not think about how Achilles welcomed death. How he knew that he would see Patroclus in Elysium and finally be reunited with the one person he loved the most in the world.

Don’t think about any of these things. Don’t think about a story more tragic that Romeo and Juliet. Don’t think about how much Achilles loved Patroclus and how much Patroclus loved Achilles.

Baby, you're mine.

Ex bf! Mattheo Riddle x gn!reader

Hi, umm kinda wanted a jealous fic where Mattheo's a complete jerk ( fool ) for you. Basically that one time he ruined your date and also the time he made up. Draco being a little shit but we love him.

" Isn't he a dork ? " Mattheo smirked, his fingertips brushing against your back when you snapped back at him.

" You're such a jerk matty." You perched your lips, crossing your arms as his smirk only widened, his eyes softening at the sight of you.

" For you, always." He added with a wink, you wouldn't smile, no, you will not give him that.

" Why don't you leave me alone ? " You turned to walk ahead, you were aware of your charms class that was just about to start.

" How about you don't go on this date ? " He suggested instead, catching up with you, few third year Hufflepuffs parted away.

" Marcus is a very good guy." You mumbled, Matheo scoffed hard and his malice was very much visible in the way he scowled at his name.

" Didn't you like bad guys ? " Matheo tried his soft, sweet voice, the one that always melted you, but not this time, you wouldn't let him.

" Does it matter ? Weren't you fucking Susan or was it Komal, i remember." You narrowed your gaze at him, your mouth tightening as his soft facade crumbled, his jaw slackened but he was quick to recover.

" It was...it meant.. nothing to me." He nodded his head, eyes blazing with sincerity but if only, if only.

" Mattheo, I know you haven't got heart—"

" Babe—"

"—but these girls have got one, so don't break theirs." You glared at him once before marching towards your charms class, eyes brimming with tears.

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You should've known as soon as you entered the great hall when the silence on Slytherin table was too much, Draco was practically buzzing, his mouth was perked up around the edges, being not so subtle with his glances on you.

Mattheo was just another case, he was staring at you, not minding the concernful eyes that gazed him down, clad with longing and desire, he didn't care about them.You dutifully paid him no attention.

The mist cleared when Marcus didn't come that evening and it wasn't a surprise when you found him in hospital wing later , poor boy even refusing to speak with you. Well done, mattheo.

_

" Hey Y/n, heard you got stood up—" you shot bat boggey hex at Draco, with mere mumbling under your breath as you swinged your rucksack on one shoulder, feeling very tired.

Draco scowled but said nothing, Mattheo only smiled smugly.

" I was thinking—" Matheo started, you stomped your books down.

" Don't talk to me." You said, feeling anger boil inside you.

" I didn't do it on purpose." Mattheo dropped his gaze to your lips, you looked away.

" Oh really ?! " You huffed a humour less laugh that oddly sounded a croak.

" He..He talked shit about you babe, what was i supposed to do ? "

" Listen." Draco said, ducking his head when both you and Riddle glared at him.

" Well anything but to beat the pulp out of him." You cocked your head, wincing to think about the damage Mattheo had done, it would be a hard for Marcus to ever date again.

" He said he just wanted to fuck you and be done." His eyes glistented and you didn't know if Riddle could cry, he did when you broke up with him but—

" Said that he wasn't being serious so I shouldn't worry, just a fuck." He swallowed hard, his adam rolling up and readjusting again, every ring of his cartilage pressing around his skin.

" Tell me baby, what I was supposed to do ? Shouldn't I kill him ? What if...what if he broke your heart ? " He pressed down his forehead against you, Draco looked away, swaggering towards the other end of the corridor, others following.

You closed your eyes at the feel of him, Mattheo could be cold but how could you let go of this warmness that tingled your way, how could you forget the sweet darling boy who sung lullabies and wrote poetries for you, how could you ?

" He can't..." You gulped, " he can't break my heart Matty, you already did it." You sniffed hard, would it be okay if you just...just hugged him and kiss him for one last time, just once, would it be okay ?

" I am sorry darling, I am so sorry." He nuzzled closer, his nose caressing your cheek as he inahled you in, your scent, the way you made him crazy and feral. All of you.

" I hate myself for not hating you." You admitted, feeling your heart shedding off some burden.

" And I love myself for loving you, I tried..tried so hard and no one, my beloved, i can love no one like i love you." His lips pressed against the corner of your mouth, your whole body rippling in magnetic waves.

" You're a jerk." You told him, pulling him by his tie as a smile aroused him, soon it crashed against you, like lightening bolts set free as you tasted his sweetness, his tongue warm as you parted for him, let him take the lead.

A soft moan escaped and you shivered because you loved this boy, for so long you have, and only he could set you on fire and make you ablaze, only he could reduce you to ashes and breath you back in the air.

" Oh baby." He breathed against you, ever so handsy he grabbed for everything he could get, pulling you closer till there was nothing left you and him, his knees pressing between you legs as he relished in the sounds you could make, only for him.

" Matt..." Your voice was dazed with the pit in your stomach that lurched with the way he touched you, kissed you, had you.

" So long...so..my baby." He whispered against you lips, dipping to nib at your flushed swollen beaming lips.

" Oh my god." Your lids drooped back when his hands roughly slipped inside you shirt, kneading and squeezing your flesh, he was so needy and wild, like you always made him.

He downed your shirt, flushed as he pulled away when the bell rang and crowd started to emerge from classes.

"Go on a date with me." He pecked your cheeks, glancing to make sure your shirt wasn't riding up.

" Can't." You said, his nose scrunched up, " afraid my boyfriend might beat you up."

Mattheo's grin was splitting his whole face, his cheeks rushing with color and heat.

" Sounds like a jerk to me." He breathed, eyeing your lips and leaning in.

" Oh, he is." You winked, " always for me."

Don't blame me

fictional character that made you realise your bi?

*sighs* it's her.

Saw her in iron man first and knew I was a goner ;)

Okay !!! It's uploaded now <3 Thanks for reading:)

rewrite the stars chapter three when 😔

Tommorow!!! I promise, take my peace offering instead— sneak peak <3

" It's not like you would read." Eloise flushed, there was no book but there can be if she tried, Cressida chuckled softly.

" why not ? I like reading now that you are so fond of it."

" I am hoping to be spinster too, why not join me ? " Eloise percehd her lips, she hasn't forgotten the tingling in her bones, the warmness that aroused her, if only Cressida called off this marriage.

" Very funny—" Cressida abruptly halted when tall lord white stood in front of them, Cressida hastily greeted while Eloise glared a glare, her nose flaring in certain tactics she murmured under her breath. If only eyes could murder—

" Good evening ladies, amusing yourselves? " He said, rather dryly, Cressida didn't once drop Eloise's hand, holding it firmly behind her skirt as she smiled.

" Rather pleasant affair, my lord." Cressida looked at Eloise expectantly.

" Very amusing." Eloise's mouth quirked up, she dropped her gaze back down.

Manifesting a talking stage rn so that i can sing "We fell in love in October" in October. 🤞🏼