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My dream is mine, not your(oh baby) by For_alastspring
Fandoms: The Song of Achilles - Madeline Miller, The Iliad - Homer, Ancient Greek Religion & Lore
09 Oct 2025
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"I want to make a sound, but my throat can only produce weak, whimpering noises like a beast. Father said I was like my mother, soft yet resolute, but always a disgrace. I have never seen Father look at Mother with loving eyes; he only gazed at her with lust. When Father learned that I was cursed by the gods, he beat me and took my tongue."
"I hate Father so much. But I can’t bring myself to wish he would disappear. I am still his child."
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Patroclus, with tears streaming down his face, struggled to breathe as he held a pen and began to scribble messy lines. His heavily pregnant belly seemed to draw every gaze.
"Are you okay, my love?" Achilles gently asked from the other end of the line, his heart pounding so heavily it felt like it might fall out of his chest, every movement from the other side making him catch his breath.
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With soft, feeble, and utterly peculiar humming sounds:
Sleep, my dear child.
For Mother, for Father, for this entire world.
Sleep deeply before nightmares come to steal you away.
Close your innocent eyes.
Open them when you are young and smile every day.