ACHILLES/PATROCLUS FANFICTION REC POST
guess what i have gone through an entire ao3 tag once again and as a result i give you all these beautiful fics ur welcome
And Then There’s You by grantairas (3/3 | 1,303 | General)
Achilles’ father owns a diner. It’s nothing special, until Patroclus starts working there.
The Hunter’s Season by thechandrian (3/3 | 28,963 | General)
Achilles is a nereid, a mythical sea creature, and Patroclus is the prince of a country that is famous for hunting them. They meet and fall in love.
Your Eyes Outshine the Stars by rokuxotax (1/1 | 261 | General)
As he watched him dramatically retell the story of how the famous soldier won the battle, Patrclus could only smile and think, “Your eyes outshine the stars”.
Ode to Patroclus by AchillesPatroclus (deansamcas) (1/1 | 680 | Teen)
Patroclus once revelled in silence.
Now, he can find no silence. It is as if when he met Achilles, someone pushed play.
Heartbeats by patroclilles (1/1 | 1,639 | Explicit)
“Of course. It’s the music that plays in my head when I watch you sleep. I needed the world to hear it.”
I laughed, knocking his shoulder with mine. “The world? I am the only one here,” I joked.
“Precisely,” Achilles responded, looking at me through his eyelashes, and my breath hitched.
Flour Fights by beccaphillips (1/1 | 663 | Not Rated)
Patroclus was new to the baking scene and thought the best place to start was cake, it couldn’t be that hard, surely?
Fire-like by actualarmin (1/1 | 1,651 | Teen)
They all called him Pyrrha, or fire-like, a name which was just as beautiful as he was as he danced in front of the watchful observers. With each movement, he was on fire.
Will You Forget About Me? by grantairas (1/1 | 592 | General)
Patroclus chooses to remember a simpler time, instead of talking about the future.
Love Like This by AchillesPatroclus (deansamcas) (1/1 | 437 | Teen)
Achilles had not felt love before this.
The Shadow of Your Heart by champagneboyband (1/1 | 2,681 | Teen)
I feel my breath catch in my throat when he reaches a hand out, tentative, and wraps loose fingers around my ankle where it rests near his head. A sharp shock of recognition runs through me, and my skin feels electric with it. I’ve known these hands before, I’m sure of it.
According to Greek mythology, five rivers run through the Underworld: Styx (the river of hatred), Acheron (the river of sorrow), Cocytus (the river of lamentation), Phlegethon (the river of fire), and Lethe (the river of forgetfulness). Those who wish to live again may be reincarnated, but not before they drink from the water of Lethe, erasing all traces of their past lives and selves. Reincarnation AU
It Could Not Have Been Any Other Way by Palebluedot (1/1 | 789 | General)
Where one went, the other would follow. That was plain from the start.
he remembers (but oh, how he tries to forget) by patchilles (1/1 | 728 | Teen)
good god, let me give you my life by hoech (1/1 | 836 | Teen)
word prompt for patrochilles: entwine, graves, dawn, soul, taste.
at least as deep as the pacific ocean by ninjee (1/1 | 5,166 | General)
It’s not that Patroclus somehow has not noticed that his new favorite coffee shop seemed to only hire possible models, but, well. There’s a thin line between noticing and admiring a person’s looks and being fucking creepy about it.
(aka the very, very cliche coffee shop au.)
All The Walls Dissolve Away by Brenda (1/1 | 1,265 | Not Rated)
He follows the voice on instinct. He knows that voice better than his own, knows it deep in the darkest crevasses of himself, in the space where nothing else exists. He would follow that voice into Hell itself. Perhaps he is already there.
all kinds of gold by makunahatata (1/1 | 635 | General)
Achilles drags Patroclus out of bed to view the sunrise.
the moirai sees and you move still by sunflowerbright (1/1 | 370 | Teen)
Achilles dances for Patroclus. And only for him
The Ends by lonelylibrarian (1/1 | 2,912 | Teen)
Everything seems to happen at the ends of months for Patroclus.
Set Fire to the Rain by lottielovebuzz (1/1 | 549 | General)
imagine your otp: one putting their ridiculous music on in the car and singing along while the other sits in the passenger seat with their head in their hands
If Something Should Ever Happen To Patroclus by Palebluedot (1/1 | 822 | General)
He had always been told he was the fastest boy in the world, but never before had he so desperately needed this to be the truth as he did then, thin branches whipping his face as he ran through the trees, clutching Patroclus tight to his chest.
the fire is so delightful by achaiion (1/1 | 1,242 | Teen)
“It’s 42 degrees, Pat. 42 degrees.” He hisses, when Patroclus comes him from his shift at the hospital to find Achilles wrapped up in an unbelievably large jumper, a blanket, his hat, scarf, and gloves. With the thermostat turned right the way up.
“You’re ridiculous,” Pat tells him, pressing a kiss to Achilles’ forehead.
Right Within Your Heart by ShowMeAHero (1/1 | 3,357 | Teen)
Patroclus is in the Christmas spirit. Achilles needs some urging.
Our Joy Was So Bright by grantairas (1/1 | 613 | Teen)
We were like gods at the dawning of the world, and our joy was so bright we could see nothing else but the other.
Meet Him Again by prouveyrac (1/1 | 1,545 | Teen)
The first time I fell in love with him, both of us were destined for death. I fell because I made the mistake of testing the Gods. He fell because he was enraged at my death; he was blood thirsty.
The second time, I never met him.
I wish I was able to say that third time was the charm. But it wasn’t; he was in love with someone else. An attractive boy, better than I ever was. Though, whenever I did see the two together, he never looked happy.
The fourth time, I knew him, he didn’t know me.
The fifth time is right now.
It’s always perfect with you by deadheartbeats (2/2 | 1,571 | Not Rated)
Patroclus watches as Achilles jogs down the hall back to his class and he finds himself thinking that winter mornings are ridiculously warm when Achilles is around.
Episteme by scarlett_the_seachild (1/1 | 645 | Teen)
It is times like these that you are not sure whether you admire him or whether you are repulsed by him.
The incident that leads to the whole Achilles/Pat relationship. All from my twisted, absent mind.
…as the poets say by Palebluedot (1/1 | 607 | Teen)
“Do you know the story of how people came to look as they do now?”
Patroclus shakes his head. “Will you tell it?”
(History Is) A Pattern Of Timeless Moments by Brenda (1/1 | 3,179 | Teen)
Achilles knew his truest triumphs would never be strung together in verse to be sung at campfires, knew that no poet or aoidos would ever know his greatest success. No, these conquests – the huff of Patroclus’ laughter against his throat, the sharp, sea-salt taste of Patroclus’ skin after a swim, the way Patroclus’ eyelids fluttered after every kiss – those were Achilles’ alone to cherish.
Or: Four times Achilles and Patroclus were truly happy.
your name like a song by sarahyyy (1/1 | 1,108 | Teen)
“Patroclus,” he sighs again into the dark, and means I wish I could, means I wish I dared, means I wish you wanted me too.
When Rome’s In Ruins (We Are The Lions) by metwithdarkness (1/1 | 6,596 | General)
So far, Patroclus has learned the following about Achilles:
- He doesn’t get along with either of his parents, but
- he lives with his dad when he’s not at school, and
- his dad pays for college and
- the frat house he lives in was named by his dad
- (but really, does Achilles want to follow in his dad’s footsteps?)
- (honestly, he’s not sure he does, but)
- (what would he do instead?)
Patroclus suggests being a male model and Achilles laughs so hard he snorts soda out of his nose. It’s humanizing, which is both awesome – after their runs, Patroclus was half-convinced Achilles was secretly a god – and terrible – god, if he’s human, he’s touchable, now isn’t he?
roused his drowsy blood by orphan_account (1/1 | 758 | Teen)
The day the two lives converge is dull, clouds covering the sun and rain on the horizon. Patroclus has changed schools, again, another incident forcing him to run, and he feels drawn to the music room, the tune drifting from a window so very familiar.
Ruins of Troy by HailMary (1/1 | 5,425 | Teen)
Achilles waits for Patroclus in the underworld, but Apollo has other plans.
Recognition by captainskellington (1/1 | 8,456 | Teen)
Patroclus didn’t need to ask who “he” was, he knew full well.
He’d been living for this day for eight years now, some twisted cocktail of hope and dread seeping through his body every time he thought of it, which was often.
He was back.
He was back.
Philtatos. by achaiion (1/1 | 3,994 | Teen)
They lie on Achilles bed, entwined. It’s a nice feeling, tangled lambs and Achilles’ head on his chest, the steady thump thump thump of Achilles’ heart against his body. Patroclus runs his fingers through thick blonde curls, and he hears the boy they belong to hum in contentment. Achilles looks up, resting his chin on Patroclus’ chest. It’s a funny angle, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He meets Patroclus’ honey brown gaze, and he smiles.
“There’s a word for you, you know. Philtatos. It means beloved. That’s you.”
i shall but love thee better by Cordelia (2/2 | 4,192 | Explicit)
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 the sun.
Breathless by ElDiablito_SF (1/1 | 1,665 | Mature)
Separated from Patroclus after death, thanks to Neoptolemus and his bratty tantrums, Achilles is left alone in Hades, waiting to be reunited with his beloved.
as the poets say by jinkandtherebels (1/1 | 1,526 | General)
I am missing half of my soul.
a lesson in love by achaiion (1/1 | 3,207 | Teen)
“You have to go.” Achilles says, and his hands are on Patroclus’ chest, but they aren’t pushing. No- he’s doing a lot of things, but he’s not pushing. He’s memorising the feeling of smooth skin beneath his hands, and he’s counting the pulse that thuds beneath the right, committing that to memory too. He’s feeling the rise and fall of his best friend’s chest - best friend, boyfriend, lover, whatever; they all feel like synonyms now - and he’s meeting those dark brown eyes with his own. “If my mother catches you here she’ll kill you.”
“I know.” Patroclus murmurs, but he makes no move to go.
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