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Twin Flames by Johaerys
Fandoms: The Song of Achilles - Madeline Miller, Hades (Video Game 2018), The Iliad - Homer
10 Apr 2023
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Phthia is the land of hail and snow, and this is what they all know, but on Mount Pelion it's always spring. It's like Achilles belongs there. 'The Flame of the North' they call him, for his fire-gold hair; once he goes, Patroclus thinks, all things swift and beautiful and bright will be gone with him.
Perhaps in another life, if Patroclus fell to his knees and begged, Achilles would take pity on him and stay, or ask him to come with him. But this is not this life. In this life, Patroclus hasn't the power to change... anything.
Or: Achilles is the young Prince of Phthia, Patroclus is his squire, in a story where they come together, come apart, then find each other all over again.
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- Part 21 of This and This and This: Achilles & Patroclus
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Disasters AU by Johaerys
Fandom Hades (Supergiant Games Video Games), Hades (Video Game 2018), The Iliad - Homer, The Song of Achilles - Madeline Miller
22 Dec 2024
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All the works taking place within the you're a walking disaster and yet— universe!
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09 Apr 2024
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nor no man either by silklace
Fandoms: The Song of Achilles - Madeline Miller, Ancient Greek Religion & Lore
30 Dec 2019
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In the end, he doesn’t take the earrings.
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08 Jan 2024
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Patroclus, on the other hand, would define himself as a disaster at braiding, but despite all this, Achilles still asked him to braid it for him. Patroclus has yet to discover why, because if he were him, he wouldn’t let him anywhere near his hair.
Especially since Achilles’ hair is so fine - like spun gold. He’d grown out of his natural ringlets at about age twelve, his hair dissolving into waves instead of curls. And now that it was longer, running down past his shoulder blades, it hung down his head like fire in the sunlight. Patroclus was almost afraid he would ruin it if he ever touched it - it was perfect.
or: that one fic about his hair
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31 Dec 2023