The_Unfortunate_Soul



Recent bookmarks

  1. Public Bookmark 72

    Tags
    Summary

    “Do something. You have to do something. Achilles, please...”
    Achilles did not look at Phoenix. He was unable to. He kept his gaze lowered. He looked at his hands. They were huge. Were they his hands? They didn’t look like it.
    ‘I swear it.’
    ‘Patroclus leads the march. They’re heading for the walls. Heading to Troy.’
    He saw the wooden statue on the floor, at his feet. The boy singing, the lyre in his hands.
    ‘I swear it.’
    “A chariot,” Achilles articulated aloud. Eyes fixed on the statue. “Who has a chariot?”

    Or: Achilles has a moment of clarity thanks to an old gift from Patroclus and rushes to find him on the battlefield, where the love of his life is pretending to be him, dressed in his armour. Who knows if he will arrive before something tragic occurs...

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    36,316
    Chapters:
    7/7
    Comments:
    83
    Kudos:
    338
    Bookmarks:
    72
    Hits:
    4,640

    27 Nov 2025

    Bookmarker's Notes

    The greatest fucking fanfiction of the book, like holy guacamole. I AM SITTING IN A POOL OF MY OWN TEARS. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH