Patroclus Stories

The crew made it to the big debate, where they met their rival school.They spent time at a hotel where they learned more about each other and deepened their relationship. Unfortunately, Patroclus, his anxiety is Sky Rocketing when he is suspicious about his mom and her relationship with Chiron, and on top of that, his father is making a fool out of himself. However, he will soon see that his dysfunctional family is the least of his problems when his relationship with Achilles is tested when Hector comes into the picture.

Achilles and Patroclus in a different light. What if they survived?

Patroclus is being brought back to Achilles's tent, seriously injured after fighting with Hector. He has a very few days left, until he dies. Achilles must do something. Can the god of the sun help Patroclus? And if he does what must Achilles do for it?

tw on first chapter: s@icide, s@icidal thoughts creating random chapters to help you sleep at night :)

Song of Achilles from Achilles point of view. This starts off at chapter 31 in Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller. I will just update this whenever because I don't have a schedule or anything for updating this.

Author - Madeline Miller Translated by - Arist Dante

THE SONG OF ACHILLES: THE MYTH CONTINUES 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙾𝚗𝚎 Zagreus went to his father Hades to ask him a favor. "Father, is this a good time for us to speak?" he asked hesitantly. "Come, my son. What is it that you want to speak with me?" Hades said in his tone of a God. "The upcoming war on Earth is truly unsettling and we need more allies." "Yes we do." Hades said matter-of-factly. Then added slowly and cautiously as if every word has to have a heaviness in them. "You're going to suggest an ally, Zagreus?" "Yes, Father." he said, hesitating a moment and trying to select his words carefully as if the next words that come out of his mouth can bring calamity. "What about...Achilles?" Hades rose up from his throne so swiftly that Zagreus even couldn't catch a glimpse of it. The next he know his father was in front of him, pining him onto a wall of the Underworld. "Do you realize what you're saying?" he said almost like a whisper. "Yes I know Father but we need hi-." "He's long dead. It's been thousands of years" he said interrupting his son. "Yes but we need him Father. This war needs him." "You know the rule Zagreus. We can't resurrect him. The Gods would resent us. We could make all the Gods our enemies." "He could be reborn as a human. He would not remember anything and the Gods wouldn't suspect anything. When he grows up and it's time to fight, we could recruit him. Since his mother is a Goddess he will eventually have his powers back. It would be too late for the Gods to retrieve then." Hades considered his son's plan for a second. "Zagreus this plan is too dangerous." he said grimly. "Father, please. Consider it. Achilles has wandered around here for too long. He's a natural." "Okay. Bring him in. I'll talk to him."

𝘌𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥. 𝘖𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴: 𝘈𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘴 𝘈𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴, 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥. Patroclus is insecure and constantly compares himself with the son of the gods, Achilles. Achilles tells Patroclus what he really means to him. The Song of Achilles / Patrochilles fanfiction. All rights reserved. The storyline is my property. I do not own any of the characters, these are by Homer and Madeline Miller. This story is inspired by Homer's "Iliad" and Madeline Miller's "The Song of Achilles".

Achilles, destined for legend, and Patroclus, an exile seeking belonging-whose lives become intertwined in a friendship that will shape their fates forever.

Achille's song was Patroclus. His better half. His soulmate. His heart. His only hope in this world. He was a better man than himself when he was with him. But without him, he was made of Rage. Regret. Guilt and Redemption. The Song Of Achilles One shots.

𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮 ; 𝘪 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥'𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦. 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦. ー 𝑗𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑎𝑖 𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑦𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑑𝑒 𝑛𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑢𝑥 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑖 𝑠'𝑒́𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡. 𝑠𝑖, 𝑙𝑎 𝑣𝑒𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑒, 𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑒𝑛 𝑒́𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑟𝑖𝑐𝒉𝑒𝑠, 𝑐𝒉𝑎𝑐𝑢𝑛𝑒 𝑒́𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑡 𝑑𝑒́𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒 𝑑𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑎𝑐𝒉𝑒́𝑒 𝑎̀ 𝑚𝑜𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑒𝑢𝑟.

Patroclus loved a happy life as a child, being from a wealthy family, he was expected to become greater than his father. But he wasn't and he didn't, instead he got sent to a school for troubled boys. There he meets another young boy his age, from that point on, everything goes down. ∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆ This is a Patrochilles story, you do not have to read the 'Song of Achilles' before this, however there will be some spoilers. I also wish to give most credit to 'TranquilMatches' on AO3, they created the story on 15/10/2016 and I wished to use it while giving it a little twist to it myself and making it more of my own. I hope you enjoy this new story!

Heyyy This is on hiatus sorry I've js been having trouble writing - Js some fluffy fan fiction abt Patroclus and Achilles.

Patrochilles college au (cover credit: @_mohtz on twitter)

A collection of Patrochilles one-shots/short stories.

not me referencing a katy perry song- basically they die but then they are reborn in the 21st century sure, reincarnation is not cohesive with like greek mythology, but let's pretend some big guy up there (who isn't zeus lmao) threw them a bone

[This is a rewrite of my other story, also named Down up and around.] Patroclus is dead, and this he knows for a fact. So he is rather surprised when he wakes up to find himself in a world two thousand years in the future, in a camp for demigod kids. Little does he know his true love follows soon behind. When the oracle delivers a prophecy, ordering a quest, how will the old work with the new, and how can Patroclus and Achilles go back to where they belong, in the underworld?

You, glistening pearl, are an endless chant in the language of my soul. O bird of my breath, you are the ever whispered sigh within my heart. - highly inspired by patroklos and achilles - also by call me by your name - also by all things old greek ✨✨✨

Achilles was a gift for the Gods, as Circe knew all too well. "The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware." Henry Miller "We drink the poison our minds pour for us and wonder why we feel so sick." - Atticus "The heroic hours of life do not announce their presence by drum and trumpet, challenging us to be true to ourselves ... Some little, unassuming, unobtrusive choice presents itself before us slyly and craftily, glib and insinuating, in the modest garb of innocence. To yield to its blandishments is so easy." Benjamin Cardozo

Collection of short stories, some Greek mythology, some ballet, and some just random stuff. Please read, any feedback is appreciated!!