The Song of Achilles + character posters:

A C H I L L E S 

“Prince Achilles, son of King Peleus and the goddess Thetis. Aristos Achaion!”

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The Song of Achilles - Fic Rec Chapter 2

So I have read even more The Song of Achilles/ The Iliad inspired fics and here’s a collection of some of my favourites, by fantastic authors: 

-Laughter Lines by Lthien (808)

“You need to have more confidence in yourself, Patroclus. I love you; for you.” He pulls away then, his eyes protective in a way that sets my heart aflame. “Was it my mother again? Do not listen to her. She does not know my heart, only my destiny.”

- Beach Antics with Achilles by rememberednoah (Chapters 3/3)

There were few things Patroclus would say no to when it came to Achilles. When Achilles asked him not to take a summer class, he agreed because Achilles made a convincing point by merely breathing. When Achilles asked him to go on a road trip with him to Phthia so they could spend a week at the beach, how was Patroclus supposed to say no? The answer to that was that there was no way for him to say no because the whole idea had more upsides than downsides.

-Can you Imagine? by littlelamblittlelamb (1.1k)

“Now imagine that you, the strongest man you have ever heard legend of, sent Patroclus – who did not fight or quarrel or rage – into a battle. Imagine that you, who can kill a dozen of Troy’s strongest in a single battle, had one person to protect of any value, and you sent them to die. Over nothing real. Can you imagine?”

Automedon shakes his head. “I am sorry, Achilles. He was so brave-”

“If this was you, who would you be most angry at?”

- The Kiss That Launched a Single Love by Eristastic (Chapters 26/26)

Caught between the sun and the stars, Patroclus learns to thrive in the shadows and bloom as himself. [AU in which Helen and Patroclus are twins and he goes to Troy with her]

-Clear Blue Skies by geekdom_is_wisdom (2.1k)

Achilles and Patroclus compete for the Quidditch Cup, when a rogue Bludger from Hector adds tension to the most exciting match of the year.

-Warm Sand by patrochillin (1.4k)

Achilles and Patroclus, in their early years of friendship in Phthia, share an intimate moment

-Untitled by Chaotic_Mira (1.4k)

Deidamea is the new girl who gets a lovey dovey at the sight of Achilles. Achilles and Patroclus are giant memes, Briseis doesn’t get paid enough.

-wait for them here in my arms by cinnabean (2k)

Patroclus goes missing and Achilles sets out to find him.

-Down There By The Train by HailMary (Chapters 20/20)

Hero of the Greeks. Scourge of Troy. Undefeated in battle. Killer of children. Prince.Monster.

Achilles Pelides. How do you love a monster?

-Wonderment and Wanderers by freezing over hell (774)

“I hoped that you would come,” I say. Patroclus will always follow me. He will always find me and be with me, this much I know.

Enjoy! x


The reason why I love Achilles is that he has so much balance to him. This is a man who is poised on the knife’s edge, volatile and proud, but also dedicated and honorable, loving and kind, and so desperate that it tastes like bloody iron in your mouth. He came from a mother who only cared about his accomplishments, a distant father constantly wary of his son. A young boy of 16 thrown into a war he didn’t understand or care about. A boy who grew into a man surrounded by blood, who lost his innocence the first night on Trojan ground, who was in charge of 2500 men and bucked under the tight grip of his obstinate commander, who stood up for what he believed was right, who championed single combat and valued xénia above almost all else.

A boy who staked his entire life, all the years he had to live, all the children and family and long decades with Patroclus, on this one war, this one soap-bubble fragile chance to shine like a god. This boy who, to the end, was unsure about his choice, who was ready to return home with Patroclus and his men, to live in obscurity and fade away rather than live another day of blood. This boy who had decades to come to terms with the fact that he would die, that Patroclus would live on without him, that he would never see the other side of thirty, only to have it ripped away from him as Agamemnon stole the physical embodiment of his achievement, of his honor, of all the work he had put in, everything he had given up. To have it ripped away from him again as Patroclus died first, blindsiding him completely.
This man who grieved and loved so strongly that his rage decimated the Trojan ranks, that he choked rivers with blood because the world had to hurt as much as he did, who fought gods and won, who had to be killed by the Gods because his hurt was so strong it could rip apart Fate itself. This man who wasn’t afraid of kings or gods, who spoke out the will of the people, who cared for his prizes and matched wits with Odysseus. This shining golden mortal who teetered over the edge of more than one precipice and forcibly pulled himself back from it. This man who took his revenge on his enemy and it wasn’t enough, was never enough, because Hector could only die once and that was nothing compared to the hollowed out ripping Achilles felt inside him at Patroclus’ death, at the fear Patroclus must have felt, trapped in Achilles’ armor, at the pain and the blood and the terror, and he dragged Hector around and around and around and it still wasn’t enough. This hollowed out man filled with pain who still listened to a father when Agamemnon would not. This man who went out and fought Amazons after, but hoped to die. Who fought warlords after, but hoped to die. This mechanical broken god’s puppet who had to be killed by Apollo because, even shattered, he was invincible. This man whose last wish was that his bones be mixed with those of the man he avenged, the man he loved more than life itself, more than his godhood or his immortality, Patroclus, who removed all rational thought from his head.
This man who made a bargain with Fate and shocked the very skies themselves with how he upheld it. This man who traded his years for immortality and who has still lived through stories to this day.

L'amore per me è come
quel tallone per il Pelide.
—  Cranio Randagio: Love & Feelings

anonymous asked:

tbh we all know Achilles writes bad poetry in his diary when he's not out kicking ass. "Dear Diary, Agamemnon was a real butt to me today. He took my girlfriend. He is the worst. I wrote a haiku about him. 'Agamemnon sucks/He took my pretty girlfriend/He can't fight worth shit' At least I have Patroclus. He gets me. Patroclus is also really hot. Don't tell anyone. Love, Achilles

Tbh I feel like Achilles’ internal monologue probably reads a lot like My Immortal, like Hi my name is Achilles Aristos Achaion Goldilocks Pelides and I have flowing golden hair (that’s how I got my name, it’s NOT GINGER, OKAY) with eyes like the wine-dark sea and a lot of people tell me I look like Apollo (AN: if u don’t know who that is get the Tartarus out of here!) I’m not related to Patroclus–I mean I might be it depends who you ask–but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m half-god but I don’t bleed ichor or anything. I’m also the best warrior and I’m fighting in the Trojan War and we’re in the tenth year. I’m a Greek (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly armor. I love Haphaestus, he makes all my armor. For example today I was wearing bronze greaves and a matching breastplate with a round leather shield and a bronze helmet with a horsehair crest. I was walking by the Argives’ huts, and since it’s the Anatolian Peninsula it’s always sunny, which I was happy about. The sons of Atreus stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.

Too Early for Thought

A/N: Since I loved these two dorks quite a bit when I read the book, I thought, why not write a fanfic of Patroclus and Achilles? Hmm? *pokes bailci* I’m sure you’ll like this one. :3.

It was with the grey light of dawn that I rose from my slumber, though it had been a long and tiring night. My body ached. I rolled my shoulder and grimaced from the dull pain that throbbed from it. Nevertheless, it was a pleasant ache, and a smile was brought to my face again as I remembered what had happened mere hours before my waking.

I lay there in the dimly-lit room in silence for some time. I raised my hand to my face after a while, when the first of the morning’s brilliance had begun to shine through the shutters with the sun’s glory. I had, for such a long time, hated the rising of the sun. It reminded me of Apollo, and that great bastard of a god that had wrenched me from my beloved’s side. The years had tempered my anger, and my desire for vengeance. In truth, as I lay awake atop the sheets, beside his sleeping form, being given new life with my Achilles had driven much of my thirst for vengeance from me.

My eyes snapped back to reality. It was, as Achilles would often tell me before swinging up on top of me and sitting upon my belly, far too early to be thinking dark thoughts.

I looked upon the strands of hair that clung to my fingers. I did not regret pulling at Achilles’ hair in the depths of my ecstasy. It was his fault, entirely, that his glorious golden locks were thinning. It was his fault that he chose every night to show me what it meant to be the lover of Achilles Pelides, Aristos Achaion. Oh how my loins ached with the memory, as well as the rising of the sun.

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Non cantarmi,
O Diva,
Del Pelide l'ira.
Non cantarmi
Delle infinite sofferenze
Che la sua spada
Inflisse agli Achei.
Cantami, invece,
Che lo forgiò.
Cantami di
E della forza del
Cuore suo,
Che la morte
E il tempo
Diva mia,
Della gentilezza
Di un dio,
Infiammata dalla
Passione di un uomo.
Dolce Diva,
Delle infinte
Che ad Achille non
Furono concesse.
Di quelle mattine
Che Patroclo
Non cantare,
O Diva,
Della crudeltà di
Un dio del sole.
Non ama.
Mia Diva,
Dell'amore che fu
Prima della
Prima della
Prima della
O Diva mia,
Incanta Apollo
Col tuo pianto
E salva
Quel fanciullo
Vestito di
Perché no, questo
Non è un
Amore per cui si
—  C.S.

anonymous asked:

gym class au pls!!

  • achilles and patroclus are always on the same team
  • always
  • at first the gym teacher tried to assign them to different teams but it never works. achilles just goes over to patroclus’s team anyway. they’re a lost cause
  • hector is always put on the opposite team from achilles, because their athleticism pretty much balances out and makes things more even. he and achilles develop a rivalry because of course they do
  • it mostly consists of trash-talking in the hallway, like “think you can stop staring at your boyfriend for long enough to give me a challenge today, pelides?” “i’ll stare at my boyfriend WHILE i kick your ass into next week”
  • briseis is on patroclus’s team about half the time. when she is, they hang out together and occasionally participate but spend most of their time sarcastically imitating achilles because’s he’s way too into it and it’s hilarious
  • achilles always wants to be the one calling the shots, even when they’re playing a game like dodgeball that has no real strategy. he gets into all these pissing contests with agamemnon, who’s the football team captain and thinks that gives him the right to control all sports-related things ever
  • briseis loves the days when they do swimming because she’s far and away the best at it and she likes to remind the boys every now and then that they ain’t shit
  • they’re playing touch football one day and hector accidentally kicks and trips patroclus in trying to get at achilles
  • it messes up patroclus’s ankle and he has to go to the nurse’s office for the rest of the day
  • once patroclus has hobbled out of the gym and achilles can’t hover over him worriedly anymore, achilles rounds on hector, who is just like “oh fuck,” because he really doesn’t want to die today in gym class of all places
  • hector definitely gets illegally tackled on the next play. and the next one. and the next one. until the gym teacher takes pity and makes achilles sit the rest of the class out
  • also!! agamemnon and his bro friends like to harass achilles and patroclus in the locker room, yelling at them not to look at everyone’s junk while they’re changing, as well as other even more immature insults. in retaliation pat and achilles make out against agamemnon’s locker for a solid ten minutes