She looks at the limp body of her lover. Every thought in her head was replaced with only one. 'No'.

Nononononononononononononono.

This wasn't supposed to happen. Patroclus was supposed to come back to her and tell her about how the battle went. About how she had done so well in battle. She was supposed to come back, even if she wouldn't have come back without a scratch, she would've still come back alive.

Patroclus, the great medic of the camp, lover of Aristos Achaion, was supposed to come back alive, not in the casket she had.


Patroclus had often spoken of Achilles's beauty. She had never hidden her admiration and adoration of the woman.

But in all honesty, Achilles loved Patroclus more than anything and everything. She would've done anything for her (except for the one thing her lover had begged of her. The one and only thing she couldn't do. The thing that eventually led to her lovers death).

Patroclus, with her clumsy charm, with her lovely smile, her adorable dimples. Her puffed out cheeks when Achilles made fun of her (that had been more motivation for her, if she were being honest), the way she ranted to achilles about things that she loved or was annoyed he. Her eyes, determined and filled with love for Achilles along with fear of what was to happen when she saw her last.

Her hair as dark as midnight, that flowed like a river, always so soft and silky to touch.

It had always struck Achilles as peculiar, the difference between how expressive Patroclus was with her and how she behaved with others.

She had even confronted Patroclus about it, and had had explained it to herself rather well, but still, she had found it rather unique.

But she had not minded it, not even a bit. Because all that mattered was that she knew the real Patroclus, and she did.

They had seen each other's sorrow, their joy, their worst and best moments. The way they knew each other emotionally, mentally, socially and physically in such length, showed their love for each other was truly boundless.

Odysseus had once suggested that they could probably read each others mind (well, they couldn't actually, its just a joke). To which they had laughed and replied maybe it might come true a few years down the line.


Patroclus had even suggested that they raise a child together. She had then seemed to have realised what she had said and gotten incredibly flustered (very adorable, really) and started to stumble over her words as she kept saying 'only if you want to' 'like its okay we don't have to' 'but if you want to we can' 'i mean i just wanted to tell you its an option'

And even though Achilles enjoyed seeing Patroclus flustered, she still did not wish for her to faint of embarrassment, so she had said that they would since Patroclus clearly wanted a child (she did not think Patroclus's face would turn redder, but it did) and she was not opposed to the idea either.

It would be nice to live in the palace with her lover and a little tyke. A child that had Patroclus's eyes and her hair maybe. A clumsy but still graceful one. Following in the steps of both her parents

She started to have dreams of this often. Of both her wife and child being clumsy normally but dancing gracefully and elegantly. Their hands enveloping their child's . Teaching their child the ways of life. Holding it in their arms. Baking and sewing, playing lyres and riding horses.

It was going to be just fine.

They had planned it out. Achilles had even managed to convince Thetis. After all, Achilles was half not-human and thus could impregnate Patroclus with the child of two woman. Her blood would make it work. Maybe even have more than one if they wanted.

Thetis had even taken time to understand and explain it to Patroclus later on. They had formed some peculiar bond she wasn't sure meant what but was nonetheless glad about.

But it had not gone as planned.

Their child would never exist. It never could. And their was nothing achilles could do about it, except mourn and rage about the loss of her lovely wife and their unborn child.


It was never about the big things lovers did for each other, not really.

Achilles had not understood before when others spoke of love, but she did now.

She loved the way Patroclus's nose and mouth scrunched up, it often did actually. While she was concentrating or even while she was asleep, her face would make this adorable scrunching up expression that would make her sway.

It was the way she would often mumble in her sleep, whispering random things that didn't make sense.

It had never disturbed Achilles. She was a deep sleeper, and often slept before her lover. Her lover, never minded that for she usually slept in, tired from the days toil and relieved to have peace for a few hours. Not to mention, Patroclus was definitely NOT a morning person [that was a very long and scary story for another time.]. She quite liked to lay in bed with her lover listening to her mumble in her sleep while cuddling with her.

There was also the way she would call out Achilles's name while they made love. The way her lips felt on her own, the way she lit up her life by simply staying by her side.

The way her eyes widened and mouth slightly opened a little, as if she was in shock, when she was about to fall, was almost comical but still adorable to Achilles. In fact a lot of the things Patroclus did were Adorable for Achilles.

She had felt like she was falling in love by every single day she woke up to see her.

Every time their skins passionately met.

Every time they opened up their hearts to each other.

However, Achilles, no matter how adorable she found Patroclus, was attracted to her almost unholily. She wanted her all to herself, like a spoiled child.

To feel her, to know her even more, to be the only one for her, the only one with her.

When she smiled at her with her plump and lovely lips, her eyes filled with love, her nose slightly scrunched she wanted to ravish her.

When she swayed her hips, or the way she danced, when it was only them in their private quarters, barely clothed her hands and feet moving gracefully and her hips swaying along with the rest of her body, it was all Achilles could do not to pounce on her.

The way her hips dipped down, the way her breasts heaved, the way her lips parted, the way her nose scrunched , the way her eyes rolled up in their sockets followed by her sounds of pleasure.

The way her eyes sparkled, the way she laughed, the way they had tickled each other mercilessly, the way they had cuddled each other to sleep numerous times.

She was simply so beautiful to her. Achilles would never get tired of Patroclus. Patroclus was a being of divinity to her. Despite having seen a god, despite being half god herself, Patroclus was the most divine being Achilles had ever seen.


Achilles found herself to be scarily possessive of Patroclus. She would shove that far far down, until it was only the two of them. After all, Patroclus didn't find it problematic, she quite liked it, so, who was Achilles to deny that to the both of them.

Patroclus was the light of her life. She was the anchor that kept her sanity tethered, that didn't let her drift if, that reproached her even when her mother would not. She was the one who would listen to her sob her heart out, who knew her deepest fears, her darkest secrets.

She was the Thereupon, her companion through blood and ash.

And now she was dead.

And stupid patroclus, she did all this to save her Reputation? To prove Achilles didn't deserve their hatred?

It hadn't been worth it. It would never be worth it.

Patroclus was more than anything and everything to her. She would raze the world to ashes, if it were for Patroclus. It had been the one thing she wasn't able to do. The only thing she hasn't been able to do. And that thing had killed her.

She felt like beating herself up. She wanted to die. Because Patroclus, kind, lovely, patroclus had died for her in the end. In the end, Achilles could not save her love. She could not keep her promise.

The Trojans would feel her wrath. They had taken Patroclus away from her. She had been content with leaving, letting them win this war, but with her Patroclus dying at their hand everything would change.

Without Patroclus, all that was left was to wait for her inevitable death.

Achilles mourned. She mourned, and she raged. She hunted and killed Hector, the killer of her beloved. She cried and she cried and she cried. But Patroclus did not tell her it was okay. She did not comfort her like always.

Her absence was very heavy. It was like a stab wound that didn't bother to subside over time. She was reminded painfully of that all the time now. Just how much she loved Patroclus, and Just how much Patroclus had loved her.

The prophecy should've come true not very long after. She had killed Hector after all, and so many more heroes after him, all while hoping they would succeed, that they would finally make the prophecy true. They should have succeeded. Why did they not?

Achilles did not wish to live without Patroclus with her.

It was like how Patroclus had once whispered in her sleep / as she slept,

"She is half of my soul, as the poets say."

She could not bear to live without her other half. After all, she had taken Achilles's heart with her to the afterlife.

When Achilles finally fell, she fell with a smile on her face. The arrow to her heart more like an embrace than a killing blow.

She was to finally reunite with her wife.

In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood, like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.


A/N

Achilles doesn't have a child in this fic. So, the Greeks bury them together and etch both their names into the tombstone as Achilles had requested.

The lines written in italics are from the book itself, written by Madeline Miller.

I wish to write an entire Multi chapter fanfic about the song of Achilles, and this is one of the alternative endings.

Please tell me whether you would like to read it or not.

This is my first time writing a fanfic, so feel free to give me constructive criticism.

This is a yuuri fic because I myself am a Bi Female, and I apologise if anyone thought I was doing it with negative intentions, but really, I am always confused with Male POVs. Since I am a female myself, it was easier to write it as a love story between two females.

If you have any questions feel free to ask them in the reviews or pm me.

Thank you for reading my fic.