GREEK GODS X MALE READER

ACHILLES & PATROCLUS

(yow this is for you @totanturft)

The camp was alive with the sounds of war preparations, but for the past several days, another battle had been waging, one that didn’t involve swords or spears. It was quieter, subtler, and infinitely more dangerous—the battle for your heart.

Achilles and Patroclus had always been inseparable, their bond stronger than that of brothers, forged in the fires of war and tested by time. But lately, the air between them had grown tense, charged with a new kind of rivalry. You had come into their lives like a storm—unexpected, but captivating. Achilles, with his ferocious pride, and Patroclus, with his quiet intensity, found themselves drawn to you in ways neither of them had anticipated.

You, Y/N, had no idea of the storm brewing around you. You had charmed both men with your wit, your kindness, and the natural grace with which you carried yourself. Achilles admired your strength and courage, while Patroclus was drawn to your gentle heart and wisdom. It wasn’t long before both men realized they weren’t the only ones vying for your affection.

The first time Achilles had seen Patroclus lingering near you longer than usual, a strange feeling had twisted in his chest. It wasn’t jealousy—at least, not at first. Achilles had always been confident in his ability to win any battle, whether on the battlefield or in matters of the heart. But as days passed and he noticed Patroclus stealing glances at you, sharing quiet conversations, and offering small gestures of affection, that confidence began to waver.

Patroclus, for his part, had been painfully aware of Achilles’ growing interest in you. He had tried to ignore it at first, telling himself that Achilles couldn’t possibly be serious—that it was just another game for the great warrior. But every time Achilles touched your shoulder or smiled at you in that rare, genuine way, Patroclus felt the sharp sting of rivalry.

They both tried to win you over in their own ways. Achilles, bold and brash, took you on walks around the camp, showing off his prowess in training drills and regaling you with stories of his greatest victories. He would flash you that charming smile, the one that made most hearts race, and ask if you were impressed.

“You’ve never seen a warrior like me, Y/N,” Achilles would say with a playful grin, his golden hair catching the sunlight. “I could show you the world if you let me.”

You would laugh, not taking his boast too seriously, though you appreciated the attention. Achilles was Achilles, after all—the son of a goddess, the greatest warrior of the Greek army. You couldn’t deny his allure.

Patroclus, on the other hand, took a different approach. He wasn’t one for grand gestures or displays of strength. Instead, he would seek you out during quieter moments, sharing deep conversations beneath the stars or by the fire. He listened to you, really listened, and when he spoke, his words carried a tenderness that made your heart ache.

“You don’t need grand gestures to know someone cares for you,” Patroclus would say softly, his eyes reflecting the flicker of the firelight. “Sometimes, the simplest things speak the loudest.”

You felt drawn to them both, though you had no idea how deeply they had fallen for you. It was easy to be swept up in Achilles’ charm, but you also cherished the moments of peace you shared with Patroclus. They were both offering pieces of themselves to you, though you never realized how much was at stake.

For days, Achilles and Patroclus danced around each other, each trying to outdo the other in subtle ways. Achilles would offer you his finest wine during dinner, while Patroclus would quietly refill your cup when you weren’t looking. Achilles would make sure to stand close to you during training, his presence unmistakable, while Patroclus would pull you aside afterward, asking how you were with a softness that melted your defenses.