Achilles was dead. He knew this. The moment he touched the boat, he knew he'd been buried. But somehow, he did not feel lost. As Charon's boat crossed the Styx, and Achilles marched through the dark Underworld, he only came closer to the one thing he needed. The only victory he would ever want. ___ *EDITED* The Iliad and The Song of Achilles left out one very important thing from the 온라인카지노게임 they tell: what happened when Achilles and Patroclus reunited in the afterlife, when their ashes were stored in the same urn after their deaths? WARNING: MATURE CONTENT. sexual scenes. If you're just here for the fluff, there's a line break where you can stop. DISCLAIMER: Characters belong to Homer and Madeline Miller.

So I read the Song of Achilles and I LOVED it. Wrote this scene 'cause I think Patrochilles deserves a happy reunion à la Titanic. Can I just say that I LOVE THEM SO MUCH.

"What brings you here, Malfoy?" Hermione questioned the man in front of her, perplexed. "Is that how you greet an old friend, Granger?" Draco smirked as if they were . . . actually friends. "I do not have time for your nonsense tricks, Malfoy. Feel free to leave my office if you're only here to annoy than to be at any help." Hermione gritted her teeth but composed herself even if she's completely puzzled about Draco Lucius Malfoy, being here, in her office. "I have come to collect," Draco smiled at Hermione with complete satisfaction in his face, "Granger." Draco leaned closer to the woman in front of him. NOTE: THIS IS ONLY A FAN FICTION FOR DRAMIONE. I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS, SPELLS, AND SETTINGS USED. EVERYTHING IS OWNED BY J.K. ROWLING AND THE WORLD OF HARRY POTTER.

All summer long, Sirius Black had been plagued by a pair of amber and honey eyes that he swears he's seen before. They show up in his dreams and when he closes his eyes. But when seventh year starts and he finds out that pair of eyes belongs to his best friend, Remus Lupin, his year becomes a lot more complicated. All characters and settings belong to J.K. Rowling

𝗦𝗶𝗺𝗼𝗻'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩 He's simply looking at me. . And I'm drowning in those gray pools. His pupils visibly dilate. He leans into my touch, then surprisingly he moves a little to settle on my lap with his head lying on my chest. "Your heart's beating in my throat. No, it's beating in my head. . Echoing, Simon." "Is it making you thirsty?" "Crowley, no. The sound of your heart beating is sweeter than any bird's singing." He whispers against my bare chest. I wrap an arm around him and stroke his hair with the other. "Oh really?" I ask, smiling again. It's a tired smile, but it's there. Baz always knows what to say. . . "Mhm, absolutely. Sweeter than any Shakespearean sonnet," he giggles a little. Baz giggling always make me grin. "Warmer and brighter than any Midsummer's summer day." "Are you saying you like me, Basil?" I whistle lowly, just to hear him scoff. "No, Snow, you're an overly dramatic nightmare." He asserts. I huff, my smile unwavering. (Cover art is not mine.) (29 sept '20) #1 in Snowbaz #1 in basiltongrimmpitch #1 in bazxsimon #1 in rainbow rowell #8 in carryon #3 in rainbowrowell #1 in snowbazfanfic #1 in snowbaz fluff #1 in snowbaz angst #1 in simonoliversnow #4 in SimonSnow Cover photo not mine, credit goes to the VERY talented owner <3