"He throws his spear without aid from any god but himself. Paris is struck down that day, and the gods tremble from the man whose wrath just sliced through the first string of Fate. It would not be the last." In which Achilles' wrath became more than the gods could handle.

The thoughts of Achilles as she mourns for Patroclus. Such a beautiful story of love, ripped apart by the hands of a god once more. Genderbend fanfic. Yuri Fem/Fem warning. T for mentions of death and intercourse..

Patroclus teaches Achilles how to ski. Modern AU, written in 2016.

Based on that throwaway line from TSoA, where Patroclus falls and breaks his arm. Written in 2015.

Swear it." "Why me?" "Because you're the reason. Swear it." "I swear it." modern day patrochilles au [ patroclus x achilles ] [ childhood friends to lovers ] might include some parallels

Letter to Achilles from the soul of Patroclus while he's dead but tethered to the tomb. For DanceOnMyGraveLikeThereIsNoTomorrow on AO3. [Achilles x Patroclus]

Damn it's hot, thank god for abs

After his death, Achilles finds himself in the underworld. Prepared to face his judgement and eternity, he marches into hell, only to learn that Patroclus never arrived. He sets up vigil outside the gates, and waits.

Thelma & Louise AU set in the early 1990s.

"I told you, but you always have to do your own thing ... How can an intelligent person like you be so stupid is a mystery ... You could have really hurt yourself ... What your head tells you really I do not know..." He kept muttering relentlessly as he examined the cut on the other's arm. Dark blood on his tanned muscle.

Patroclus tells Achilles about his mother.

Patroclus is deeply affected by the deaths of men he couldn't save, luckily Achilles is there to pull him back before Patroclus can get lost in his own despair.

Thetis never comes to write Patroclus' name on the grave, so he is left alone, on Earth. That is until, one day, his ghost meets with the reincarnation of Achilles.

In which lover finally meets lover

Prompt preso dal gruppo Hurt/Comfort Italia - Fanfiction & Fanart Prompt: Nonostante B lo avesse avvertito del pericolo, quel testone di A continua a fare quello che stava facendo e si fa male. B lo medica teneramente, nascondendo tutto tra un rimprovero e l'altro!

Hades is very relieved when Patroclus eventually shows up in the Underworld. Achilles had been causing him a lot of problems.

Achilles is having trouble understanding why Menelaus has gone to war with Troy. Odysseus does his best to explain in terms that Achilles will understand.

A night during the Trojan War. Patroclus/Achilles

The song of Achilles characters are taken to a room to read about the Past and Future of Patroclus and Achilles through the eyes of Patroclus.

This is a story set to a song that is reminiscent of Patrochilles, their life, love and loss.

When he Achilles receives the opportunity of a lifetime to attend Penn State on a full-ride scholarship for football, promised fame and glory, he can't refuse. Only there's a catch: he'll have to leave his relationships behind and focus only on football and school. This includes Patroclus, who is reeling from heartbreak. Inspired by Heat of the Moment by Asia. High School AU.

"He knows that this is the underworld. He is a shade now, he needs only to approach Charon's boat and be taken to Asphodel, or Elysium, or wherever the gods see fit to put him. But he cannot. Not yet. Patroclus, he thinks, and then he says it, "Pa-tro-clus," like stones falling into a well."

Patroclo y Aquiles jamás se hicieron amigos y la guerra de Troya jamás se llevó a cabo, ahora Aquiles es rey, lleno de ira que le es difícil reprimir, consulta al oráculo, quien le dice que busque a aquel que puede apaciguar su alma y hacerlo humano. Al chico al que le dio la espalda, hace tantos años atrás.

Chiron's words leave Achilles to wonder what it will be like for Patroclus after he is gone. Then Patroclus goes missing, and he becomes the one left behind.

I dream of his death often in those early weeks. He is gone, and all things swift and bright and beautiful have gone with him. He is gone, and my chest feels hollow, as though his phantom has reached inside it, pulled out my still-beating heart, and crushed it into dust. That is alright, I think. I do not intend to live when he is gone.