#dark Patroclus au

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Guys I have an AU idea, so when I was rereading The Song of Achilles, I found this:

"She would take him to the caves of the sea and teach him contempt for mortals. She would feed him with the food of the gods and burn his human blood from his veins. She would shape him into a figure meant to be painted on vases, to be sung of in songs, to fight against Troy. I imagined him in black armor, a dark helmet that left him nothing but eyes, bronze greaves that covered his feet. He stands with a spear in each hand and does not know me."

This is what Patroclus thought would happen when Thetis kidnapped Achilles. Before he found out that he was taken to Skyros.

So, what if this is what actually happened, I'll just make a few minor adjustments...

So one night Achilles has a talk with his mom on Mt. Pelion and he decides to ask her if she can see him and Patroclus in the Rose Quartz Cave. Out of curiosity she lies to her son to see what he might do with the knowledge that she is not watching.

She is disgusted and ashamed of her own offspring, she decides to make some dangerous actions. She knows how warriors are raised, she knows her child's potential, she knows he will be a God, and she knows Chiron's magic has limits.

Patroclus wakes up to an empty cave, he searches all throughout Mt. Pelion, but he can see no sign of the blond headed boy. In desperation he asks Chiron, what has happened. The centaur can only look at him in sorrow.

To his horror the centaur tells him, that Thetis has manged to get the attention of Zeus, the king of the Gods, and through desperate negotiations, Zeus has given her permission to take her son. Patroclus is horrified.

"But where?" The dark haired boy cries in desperation.

"If I knew, I would have told you immediately, but alas, she must've taken him to where mortals cannot reach..."The centaur said with much sorrow in his voice.

Patroclus contemplates his words for a long and excruciating moment. At that moment his heart must have been a broken glass, thrown carelessly to the floor. His light, his love, his heart, his world, his everything was taken away from him, and now there is nothing but an empty abyss of darkness in it's place. He moves his head up and looks at the centaur directly in his dark eyes. "Teach me how to use his spear".

...The centaur, has trained Hercules, Perseus, Jason, all the greatest heroes in all the kingdoms of Greece, and yet he has never seen anything like this.

Patroclus is a menace, his love was gone with his heart. Achilles must've ripped it out of his chest, and a human with no love is nothing more than a beast, he fought with no mercy, he looked at the lives around him like they were nothing more then empty, pathetic, soulless beings that, call themselves humans, he trained tirelessly, he was not tired, he did not need to be, even when he was forced to rest he would no longer feel peace.

Patroclus was hurt, he felt betrayed, he could not direct his hate at a Goddess, because he knew the consequences of that. He was more focused on the boy the took his love and never gave it back. "How could he do this to me", "I gave him everything", "he was all that I wanted", "all that I needed", and he just left me here to suffer. "HE LEFT ME".

When the battle against Troy comes, the soldiers of Sparta speak of a dark haired, monster, to him the heads of the Trojan soldiers were wheat, they were brutally harvested and thrown to be eaten by vultures. He would shower in Trojan blood, and he fought with nothing but a golden spear.

"Disgusting!" "Weak!", "Pathetic!", "All of you" The boy with dark curly hair shouted, above the screams of the men dying around him.

"Please! No! I beg of you! Mercy! Do you not pity your fellow humans!? You are a monster!!!. These poor excuses, of soldiers would wail at his feet.

"Humans!?" " HA!" "They dare to call themselves humans? When they have not felt love like he did! When they did not feel the pain that he did! When they could never imagine what he had to go through!" "Humans are determined through the emotions that pain their thoughts, their minds, and their bodies he is more human then anyone else here..."

The Trojans would cower at the name... Patroclus, the nightmare of the Myrmidon camp.

This news reached the ears of three princes, Agamemnon, the general, leading this war, controlling the soldiers, he was as brutal as he was disgusting, Hector, a prince that was prophesized, to kill or be killed, a hero within Troy, and a boy in black armor, and a dark helmet, hiding his long Golden hair.

So anyways, I call it the shattered au

Feel free to reblog and add some stuff, and please give me more ideas, I might write a fic

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Achilles places himself on Patroclus's lap and nuzzles his nose in the crook of Patroclus’s neck, smiles.

Homer: MY SHIP. MY PATROCHILLIEs:

Alexander comes in:

*squealing* OH MY GOD! Homer. I’m big fan. Where my copy of the Iliad? Shit. I’m dead, right. Wait is this Achillies and Patroclus? *squeals again*

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It’s Only A Matter Of Time - A Hamilton Watches Hamilton Fic

i wish i could say that was the last time

call me son one more time

when they surround our troops

then a hurricane came

take a break

and his right hand man…

she was holding me

the great war

we got traffic on the west side

steal into my affections

the fact that you’re alive is a miracle

fools who run their mouths off wind up dead

my father wasn’t around

philip, you would like it uptown

i may not live to see our glory…

an outrageous demand

stay alive

my dear, angelica

to convince you that i love you

but this situation’s helpless

like mother, like daughter (agggtm)

“but now this room is spinning…”

“i’ll call out your name but you won’t call back”

“like crying out in empty rooms, with no one there except the moon”

me in your sweater, you said it looked better on me than it did you (gifted to @holes-in-my-false-confidence)

baby it’s cold outside

the entire exposé (inspired entirely off of @jittyjames’ fanfiction series ‘the price of his war’)

my world is burning (yet another fic based off of jami’s series ‘the price of his war’)

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be my valentine challenge

so big/so small (so big/so small from deh but hamilton and his ma)

bloom like rose thorns (a longfic that may or may not ever be finished)

rewrite of ‘i wish i could say that was the last time’ and ‘call me son one more time’

baby don’t cut (lams angst based off of a song with the same name)

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Since finishing disasters I've been having a hard time focusing on my current wips 🥲 I still intend to update As Fate Would Have It regularly, and I'm slowly working my way back to High-Flying Birds, but I'm itching to start something new. So, what should it be??

(1. Western/cowboy AU: Achilles is the son of wealthy ranch owner Peleus, Patroclus is the hot ranchhand with a dark past 👀 The two grow up together and, well, STUFF happens lmao.

2. Pleasure slave AU: Patroclus was sent as an exile to Lyrnessus instead of staying in Phthia, and grew up with Briseis instead of Achilles. When Lyrnessus is sacked, he is given to Achilles as a bedslave instead of her.)

** if you have a prompt or idea for an au you'd like to see feel free to leave it in the tags or replies or send me an ask! I can't guarantee I'll pick it up but you never know 😊

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Constellations of Us

(Part One)

Pairing: TSC!Reader X Hypnos X WMFTD!Y/N

Word count: 7.5

Warnings: Angst, post-breakup for TSC!R x Y/N, jealousy, AU, mentions of infidelity ( none that occurs between the main ship), multiple POVs, no beta.

Summary: 

‘Nothing is more unintelligible than the human heart.’ - Homer, The Odyssey.

Brokenhearted and the new resident of the House of Hades, you are left to pick up the shattered pieces of yourself. 

Funny enough, your hands aren’t the only ones in the pile.

Notes:

Requests are not open.

I am simply working on a very overdue request. 

For sake of readability, TSC!Reader will be in second person aka ‘you’, Hypnos and Y/N will be in third person’s. I will also attach who POV is. 

This will likely be two parts. 

Thank you for waiting. I hope this first part is worth the wait.

~

(Reader’s Pov)

The administration chamber had quieten down as the last few shades hurried out, done with their duties for the day. Their happy chatter faded with each step they took. The room was dimmer with just a few candles, the warm light smothered by the dark. Walls of scrolls seem to go up and up into an endless height. 

You paused on the paper you were working on, your quill left in the ink pot as you reread it. You were mildly impressed that the Master’s son had managed to find new ways to break apart the underworld.  

Who knew fire could be used as a surfboard?

You gave a quiet chuckle at the mere thought but slowly, your smile faded.

This wasn’t what you thought it would be. 

A skilled healer turned into a bookkeeper. What would Patroclus say?

You weren’t sure how you felt about it but it was an undeniable fact that the dead didn’t need healers. At least, this way you were getting paid. Not that money meant much to you. 

It was just proof that you were doing something and not wasting away.

The bureaucracy was mind numbing and exhausting. It was also what you wanted.

You didn’t have to think about anything that wasn’t the work on your desk. You didn't think about your shattered heart. That the love of your life was just a few steps away, unable to meet your eyes.

Or think about the god that had taken your place.

Only if there was paperwork you could use to sign away your own useless heart.

You rubbed your forehead, hating that the moment you stopped working was when you thought about him.

About them. 

With a sigh, you picked up your quill and signed the paperwork, verifying that the money will be needed to fix the damage. 

“Oh! You’re still here.” 

With a muffled gasp, you looked up. Did you somehow summon the god of sleep by a mere thought?

Lord Hypnos blinked at you slowly, drifting closer to your desk like he wasn’t a intruder. His red cloak floated around his shoulders, so heavy it looked like a blanket. He didn’t have the regal appearance of Queen Persephone, or the terrifying aura of Lady Nyx but it was undeniable that he was a god.

The god of sleep smiled at you hesitantly, staring down at you. If the god stood on his own feet, he would be taller than you. Another insult even if unintentional.

You hated that you couldn’t deny how beautiful he was. Heavy lidded golden eyes, full lips and perfectly messy curls. His form was mostly hidden under his modest clothes but the glimpses of his arms revealed a slender masculine shape. 

“I am, Lord Hypnos.” You kept your voice quiet, respectful as you stood. You bowed your head, your hands curled by your side. “How may I be of service to you?”

“Just Hypnos.” The god corrected with a hand wave. “I think we both passed that point, hm?” 

You didn’t know what to say to that. 

Hypnos lifted up the thick stack of paperwork in his hands, giving you a rueful grin, “Master Hades had loudly informed me and everyone else in the hall that I had messed up my paperwork once more. Form ZEY -1 to ZEY-213 and um…Form S-3 to Form S-111. I think.”

“I will be happy to make you new copies.” You said in a rush, glad to be given a task. The sooner you can get this god away from you, the better. With a speed you didn’t know you had, you hurried to get him new paperwork. 

You wondered how he could mess up simple paperwork but didn’t ask. One, you didn't want to even look at him. Two. It wasn’t your problem. 

The god had shamelessly picked up your quill and studied it with his head tilt when you returned. Soft white curls spilled over his ridiculous sleep mask. Another thing you didn’t understand, how a god could be so... ungodly.

It was an ugly thing to think of and you hated that small, petty side of yourself. Afterall, the god did nothing wrong. 

This whole mess was yours and Y/N’s fault. You were grown enough to admit that at least.

Lord Hypnos’ face lit up when he spied you. His graceful hands took the fresh stack of paperwork, and your quill floated back to its ink pot with a wave of his finger.  You winced when you noticed how ratty your writing quill was getting. You just didn’t care enough to replace it when it was still working perfectly fine.

His old forms were on your desk. There were doodles of random animals, flowers - and maybe a person? There were a few of them, each one different.- everywhere on the paper and you saw many, many blank lines with missing information.

Well then.

“This is horribly awkward, isn’t it?” Lord Hypnos chuckled, drumming his fingers along the papers. You bit the inside of your cheek. Lord Hypnos lifted an white eyebrow, and you realized that he was waiting for a response.

Gods were supposed to know when morals lied, or so you were warned by your mother growing up.

“Very much so, Lord Hypnos.” You sighed. No point in denying it. It was horrible. It was right down painful. You didn’t know loving someone and knowing they belonged to someone else could hurt so much.

“Hypnos. Please. Just Hypnos. I have rank over you so you have to obey. Or at least pretend to.” Hypnos said with a wink. The joke came effortlessly to Hypnos or so it seemed. It was a talent you couldn’t help but admire. 

“Hypnos.” You admened with a jerky nod. 

A thick pause filled the space between you and the god. All your life, you were taught to respect and worship the gods. Now you were handing one of the infinite beings paperwork.

It was surreal.

“Well, I guess I will go and try not to mess this up again.” Hypnos laughed again, like it was another joke. You tried to smile but you weren’t sure you had succeeded. 

It wasn't until Hypnos vanished that you allowed yourself to slump against your desk. You covered your eyes with your hand and let out a shaky breath. 

You survived a lot. This was nothing compared to the brutal war that stole so much away, your heart shattering into millions pieces or even your death.

With an inhale, you made yourself straightened up. This was nothing and you will get over it.

You had to.

~

A moment later, you realized that his paperwork had been left on your desk. Unsure what to do, you just shoved the pile into one of your empty drawers. 

You will deal with it later. 

~

There were many things you missed about living. What surprised you that one of the things you missed the most was the ability to tell time. There were no sundials in the underworld nor calendars.

The closest thing you and every other shade had was the coming and going of Queen Persephone, her gentle smile was nothing more than a fading memory. 

Sometimes the Prince would let something slip when he came in for paperwork. 

His very appearance was enough to terrorize every administration shade, yourself included. 

“Please don’t touch that, your highness.” You begged as Prince Zagrues began flipping through files, tossing them aside or worse, putting it back in the cabinet but out of order when he didn’t find what he was looking for.

You thought you heard one of the shades begin to weep.

“Don’t worry, I won’t be long.” Prince Zagreus assured you cheerfully then he picked up a box too quickly, the scrolls rolled out onto the floor.

Several of the scrolls unfurled, hitting your foot. You bit on the inside of your cheek, so hard that if you were still alive, you would taste blood.

Then Prince Zagreus dropped the armfuls of scrolls he was holding.

The weeping turned to full on sobs and horrified stares. You couldn’t quite stop the strangled noise of anger that spilled from your lips.

“Sir please just tell me what-“ you tried to speak but Zagreus was already going back to the next box of scrolls.

“Why are they crying?” The prince asked you with a frown, like he didn’t realize that he had single handedly ruined everyone’s hard work. “I know spring has ended since I last came in but I just need this one record. I still remember where it is. I think.”

Your ears perked at that.

It had been a while since Queen Persephone returned, and if Spring had ended with Zagreus’ last visit, along with the rumors she will be returning in due time. It must be close to the end of summer then. 

Gods, what wouldn’t you give for a sundial and calendar?

“Hey! Didn’t your Father ban you? Or had he unbanned you again?”  Hypnos swept through the crowd of shades, his cloak bellowed behind him as he came closer. He lifted an eyebrow at the mess that Prince Zagreus created then slowly he glanced toward the crying shade.

“Wowie.” Hypnos murmured. “You already made one of them cry. Good job, your highness. Just like your father.”

Prince Zagrues had the grace to look guilty. “I just need this one thing, Hypnos.”

Hypnos gave Zagreus an unimpressed look, a hand on his hip. “What? Do you need to know how many times you've been run over? Or stabbed? Or nibbled on? Or how many times you annoyed me?”

“Fish.” Zagreus admitted with a shrug. “I wanted to see my fishing records.”

You slapped a hand on your forehead, prompting both gods to look at you. You flushed when you realized how disrespectful it was and murmured an apology. You immediately went three spaces over and pulled the box labeled with Zagreus’ name and quickly found what he was looking for.

“Oh thank you, my good shade.” Zagreus said, reading the scroll. “Huh, I haven’t been fishing as much as I thought.”

“Are you done terrorizing everyone?” Hypnos’ question was honey-coated, his smile fake.

“Oh come on now, I am not that bad.” Zagreus replied then he looked at you, flashing you a gorgeous smile. One that told you that Zagreus knew he was a troublemaker. “Am I?”

Hypnos grabbed a random scroll and began smacking Zagreus with it. “Out. Out, you foul thing. Shoo!” 

“Ow! Stop it, Hypnos. You are going to give me a papercut.” Zagreus batted at the air as he left, Hypnos was still hitting him. 

Exhaustion hit you like a wall. Suddenly, you just wanted a bottle of wine to drink and maybe a small nap. However Prince Zagreus’ mess was calling to you. With a sigh, you kneeled and began gathering the scrolls. 

You were going to have to stay late. Again.

“Hey, I am sorry about him. You should see his room, I mean really.” Hypnos had returned like a ghost, hovering near you. You nearly dropped the scrolls when you heard his voice.

“No, thank you.” You muttered. You had no intention of ever seeing or stepping into Prince Zagreus’ chambers. 

“Wise decision.” Hypnos said with a nod, grabbing some of the scrolls himself only to immediately give it to some unfortunate shade. 

You dropped the scrolls on your desk, and turned to face Hypnos. You wanted to shoo him out much like he just did to Zagreus but you didn’t. You bit your tongue. 

The god gave you a grin but you saw the tension around the corner of his smile. He was nervous. 

Why would a god be uneasy around a nobody moral like you? There was that certain someone you and the god had in common however one look at you then at Hypnos would make it clear that you were outclassed in every sense of the word.

“Is there anything I can help you with, Lo- I mean Hypnos?” You asked when he still didn’t speak up. You could feel the weight of eyes on your back, no doubt you were going to the main conversation for post-work drinks. 

Lovely. Just lovely.

Hypnos bit on his bottom lip, his long fingers drumming on your desk. “Well, yes. I seem to be missing some forms. Like could you see if you have any for me? Um. Please?”

“Of course.” You murmured as you went to check for him. There was a nagging suspicion that Hypnos didn’t have any missing paperwork, one that was confirmed when Hypnos’ paper tray was empty. 

When you went back, the god was gone.

You glanced down the scrolls and frowned. On top of the pile was a brand new quill and a note.

‘A thank you gift! - Hypnos.’ There were little smiley faces and flowers surrounding the words. 

You took a sharp inhale. The quill was nice, far nicer than what a normal shade should have. But you weren’t glad for it. 

It felt like he was mocking you. There was no point in him giving you this. It felt like a slap, one more taunting gesture toward your worthless heart.

You didn’t hesitate to grab the quill along with the note and dump the stuff into the drawer, the one that was still filled with Hypnos’ forgotten paperwork. 

The loud slam of the drawer closing echoed out though the administrative chamber. With a huff, you returned to work, glaring at anyone brave enough to glance your way.

~

When everyone else left for the night, you pulled the quill out. You twirled it between your fingers, resting your chin on your hand as you studied it. 

The quill was high quality, the orange color shone like fire in the candlelight. If you remembered correctly, it was the same type that Hypnos used. 

Maybe Y/N use the same one as well.

With a sigh, you closed your eyes, the heartache settling in like an old friend. Perhaps taking this job was a mistake. Not that you had much choice. When one is summoned by Master Hades, it is usually in their best interest to obey.

Regardless, it would be best to thank the god of sleep. You highly doubt that Hypnos took time out of his day to mock you. Besides you saw how he bullied Zagreus. He wasn’t the type to hide his teasing. 

Nor will you be ruled by your own heartache. You had seen the ugly paths a soul could take doing so.

You closed your eyes against the memories. Maybe someday you won't be haunted by your own ghosts.

~

It shouldn’t have been surprising when you found Hypnos by your desk when you came in yet it still caught you off guard. 

The god flashed a toothy grin, waving with far too much enthusiasm for the start of a workday. His curls looked messier, his sleep mask loose around his neck and his right cheek were marked by lines. It looked like he just woke up from a pleasant nap.

Yet that only seems to add to his beauty and you tried not to think about how unfair that it was.

“There you are, my favorite administrative shade- worker-?” He paused, tapping his chin with a finger, then with a nod. “Shade.”

“Hypnos.” You greeted in a more relaxed manner, “I take it you need something from me?”

His smile turned sheepish. “Well. It seemed I messed up my papers once more. I am surprised the house is standing after all the Master's screaming.” 

“Oh that must be why the house was shaking earlier.” You teased him, surprising yourself and him. Mostly yourself.

Hypnos looked delighted, his hands fluttered in the air. “See, I knew you were my favorite for a reason. The others just roll their eyes at me.”

You cleared your throat, stuffling the papers on your desk. “So what forms do you need?”

Hypnos opened his mouth then closed it with a clink. “Um-well-”

Pity bloomed in your chest the longer Hypnos struggled. It must have been obvious on your face because Hypnos crossed his arms. He was actually scowling.  At you.

You blinked in surprise. Not even Master Hades could break Hypnos’ smiles, it was a fact everyone in the house knew.

“I don’t know how you- or anyone for that matter- can keep up with the forms! Everytime I think I know which ones, I turn around and there are a billion more.” Hypnos ran a hand through his curls, frustration clear in the furrow of his brow. 

“There are a lot of forms.” You agreed, your eyes darting over to the walls of scrolls. Only problem was, those forms were necessary. There was so much that needed to be documented for Master Hades to fully understand everything that happens in his domain. 

Or you hoped so. Otherwise you and everyone else are doing busy work for nothing.

Then an idea came to you. You immediately began to pull out your drawers, ignoring Hypnos’ curious glance as he floated closer. 

Where was it-

“Ah! Found it!” You grinned as you revealed the small notebook. It was a blank one that you haven’t gotten around to using yet. It wasn’t as nice as the ones you saw Master Hades used but it will suit.

Hypnos lifted an unimpressed eyebrow. “Yay?”

“Lists.” You told him with a smile. “Whenever I have a lot of work, or stuff I need to remember, I write down everything in a to-do list.” 

You offered the notebook to Hypnos. You held your breath, sure that the god was going to reject it.

Hypnos reached out, his slender fingers brushing against you. You resisted the urge to jerk, shocked at the sheer amount of warmth that came from the god of sleep.

The god flipped through the pages. He was obvious, thankfully. “Do you really think this will help me?”

“Yes.” You said, giving him a sure nod. “I still remember when Patroclus was first teaching me. There was always so much information I needed to know. Once I could write and read, those lists were a lifesaver.”

Hypnos nodded slowly. “Okay. Yeah, you know what? I’ll try it. I mean, there is a reason Y/N calls you a genius, right?”

Those unassuming words caused you to flinch like you were slapped. You didn’t realize that Y/N still called you by your old nickname especially to Hypnos. Or that he told Hypnos that much about you. 

The god caught on immediately. His heavy lidded eyes going wide, his golden irises gleamed with shame.

“I- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hit a sore spot.” Hypnos grimaced. “I am quite talented at sticking my foot in my mouth.”

“It’s fine.” Your smile was brittle. 

Hypnos bit down on his full bottom lip, the silence filling the hollowed space. Then the door opened, then a flood of shades came. Some brightly chattering as others tried desperately to wake up. 

Some of the office busybodies caught sight of you and Hypnos with wide eyes. They stared shamelessly, even slowing down as they walked passed. You rolled your eyes. 

As the newcomer who hasn't had a breakdown yet, you were a novelty among the gossipy office workers. It didn’t help that you also had a certain god who wouldn’t leave you alone. Hypnos closed the notebook with a nod and offered up a smile. One that you returned.

“Find out what forms you need and I will make sure to have a fresh batch ready for you.” You told him.

It wasn’t until he left that you slumped into your not so comfortable chair. Immediately, it was Lydia who came up to you. Her blue eyes staring a hole into you.

“What was that about?” She asked, placing her hands on your desk and you thought she might be attempting a friendly smile.

“Our favorite type of paperwork. You know how crazy I go over forms for TA.” You replied blandly. It was petty but the look of pure indignation she shot at you was totally worth the uncomfortable moment with Hypnos.

~

Don’t leave me! Don’t- don’t! please!

You jerked awake, gasping for breath, limps tangled in your blanket. You stared up at the dark ceiling with wide eyes, the candle in your room was so dim it was almost nonexistent.

Hating yourself, you pressed your palms against your damp eyes, willing the tears to stop. Only more came, running down your cheeks. You let out a quiet sob. 

You hated that dream. 

It came over and over again. Never letting you get true rest.

Eventually, you curled under the blanket like you could hide from it, your hands clinging to it, all alone in the dark.

~

You weren’t embarrassed to admit that your knees still shook whenever you were called forward by Master Hades. It was the most perfectly respectable response a moral could have.

His size was impressive, beastly in comparison to a moral. He flipped through the report you gave him, his scowl deepened as the silence grew. You resisted the urge to shift on your feet. 

You felt like if you just twitched, it would attract the god’s attention, like a cat to a very dumb rat, and that was the last thing you wanted. 

“On form TA11 to TA13 regarding Tartarus’s last chamber, it looks like you corrected the previous shade’s work. Why was that necessary?” Master Hades said. His tone was polite - for him anyway.- but there was an undercurrent of danger. 

“Yes, Master Hades. If you please refer to the file on your desk, you will see what the contractor shades had noted down for repairs versus what was listed on the forms. The document will show with the corrected information along with the new knowledge that we can reuse the materials and save a decent amount.” 

The words came out quickly, your fingers shaky as the god did as you requested. Hades studied the forms and the documents, his red eyes darted between the paperwork.

“Very well.” Master Hades signed the paperwork and you felt your soul resume in a dizzying rush.

As you began your return to your overflowing desk, Hypnos waved at you. When he saw he had your attention, he gave you a double thumbs up with a wide grin. It made him look utterly ridiculous.

Not wanting to be rude, you gave the world’s most awkward thumbs up back. You didn’t know why he wanted to be friendly with you of all people. 

Pity, maybe.

You kept your head down as you hurried down the hallway, eyes skimming over Master Hades’ notes. It was better not to look, to not see him.

“Genius, slow down.”

You paused in mid step, your body going on autopilot at the mere sound of his deep voice. With a sharp inhale and a silent prayer for strength, you faced him.

It didn't stop the devastating knife from twisting in your heart. He was just as you remembered, his eyes intense as he studied your expression. You jutted your chin out, your nails digging into the paperwork.

Unlike you, he looked like he belonged here among the gods. His strength was undeniable even as a shade, his presence commanded respect. You hated that you still wanted to reach out, to wipe away that brooding expression to reveal his smile.

“That isn’t something you get to call me anymore, Sir Y/N.” Your tone came out abrupt, harsh among the gentle light of the hallway. 

His eyes flashed and it was obvious that he wanted to say something back. You straighten your back, ready to counter. It was comforting in a horrible sort of way since disagreements were normal for you and him even before the war. It would feel good to blow off some steam.

Then he only nodded. His voice low as he took a step back. “Of course, reader. Forgive me for overstepping.”  

And just like that the wind went out your sails. Were you really going to have a full on argument with Y/N in the middle of your workplace? You closed your eyes for a single moment then adjusted the papers in your hands.

“Was there a reason you wanted to speak with me?” You didn’t look at him again. You don’t think you could bear it.

“I heard that you and Hypnos had been...working together.” He said after a pause. His voice was a lower octave and you shivered at the sound of it. “That notebook you gave him, it is actually helping him. A lot.” 

“Good.” You said. You actually meant that. Even if you weren’t sure about Hypnos, you hated the idea of anyone struggling. Then you heard him repeat your name, his voice lower.

It took everything in you to not look up at him. To reach for him. “I’m glad to hear that. Was there anything else you wanted?”

“I wanted to say thank you.” He murmured. “So thank you. For helping Hypnos when I couldn’t.”

His quiet gratitude hit a new soreness in your heart - one that you didn't know even existed- but you forced yourself to take a breath. With strength you didn’t really feel, you made yourself look.

There was an unexpected softness in his expression, one that you recognized. You had seen it countless times, during long nights after battles, whenever he pulled you close or the quiet moments of just you and him with the sunshine warm on your skin.

Your breath hitched, and you wanted to tell him that you missed him, that you were sorry about how everything went down, that you just wanted to hold him one more time.

You wanted to ask if he missed you just as much.

Then you caught a glimpse of white curls, Hypnos’ curious expression shifted to one of guilt and he darted away as Y/N turned his head toward the noise. 

“I’m more than happy to help anytime. Tell him I said thanks for the writing quill.” You said, your cheeks flushed hot from pure shame. You were already hurrying away like the guilt was nipping at your heels.

His presence was the reminder you needed to snap you back to reality. 

You thought you heard Y/N began to call you back only for his voice to fade as you pushed past the doors.

~

(Hypnos’ pov)

“A writing quill?” His voice was low, only for Hypnos’ ears even though they were alone. With a quiet hum, Hypnos gave an indulgent stretch, too stated to actually get up. His arms flopped down around his head and grinned when he caught the flash of hunger in Y/N’s expression.

He met Y/N’s cool stare with an innocent blink.The shade had somehow still had energy, sitting up in the bed. Blankets were pooled around them, with countless soft as cloud pillows spilling onto the floor. The firelight was golden and peaceful. 

His mortal looked gorgeous, the light casting shadows over his muscular form, tempting Hypnos to move closer and use his tongue to trace the lines of his powerful body.

For some reason, his mind flashed back to Reader, or Genius as Y/N called him. The guilt in the Reader’s face was a mirror to Hypnos’ own. Hypnos didn't mean to eavesdrop on a private moment, really. 

He just wanted... he didn’t know, not yet.

Hypnos gave a dismissive wave of his hand. “He needed a new one. The one the house gave him was falling apart.” 

Y/n said nothing. He didn't need to, his silence was enough.

Hypnos sighed, closing his eyes. “You will have to accept his presence here eventually.”

“I have.” Y/N said, his calloused fingers caressing Hypnos’ bare hip. Hypnos let out a  soft gasp, goosebumps forming on his skin but he didn't move. 

Y/N moved downward, pressing open mouth kisses against Hypnos' neck. “What I don't understand is why you are so determined to befriend him.”

Hypnos gripped Y/N's broad shoulders, torn between wanting more or making him stop so they could talk. His eyes traced the stars that gleamed above them. If he was completely honest, Hypnos still didn’t completely know why he cared.

But he did. 

There was something about Reader...

“I like him. Hades still hasn't found anything wrong with their work. And I know he tried. Many times.” Hypnos said, not even attempting to hide his jealousy. He never knew someone who could stand toe to toe with Master Hades with paperwork.

not even his Mother could say such things. Certainly not Hypnos nor the Queen herself.

Hypnos huffed. “ And he actually wants to help people, do you know how rare that is? I think anyone else would have refused to help me, considering the situation.”

Y/N pressed a lingering kiss against Hypnos' collarbone before rolling off on him. His voice was quiet. “I do.”

Hypnos bit his lip, his thoughts whirling. Maybe he should confess to maybe taking quite a few peaks of Y/N’s nightmares and of his gentle dreams. That Hypnos had seen moments shared between lovers. Ones that weren't him and Y/N.

That Hypnos knew Reader still dreamt of y/n. 

Jealousy had definitely been there but not as much as Hypnos thought there would be. If anything, he wanted to keep watching. He didn’t but now, he was curious about this other person. 

This other person that his dearest had loved once. Maybe he still did.

Hypnos wasn’t sure what to expect when he finally met Reader. There was nothing unique about him. He could have easily been lost among the crowd, even if he was pretty for a moral.

Then Hypnos saw it. The spark in those eyes that spoke of an unnatural intellect. Then Reader kept helping Hypnos, again and again.

Reader had been someone Y/N had loved. Surely that meant something. Especially if Hypnos was right, that he saw the same longing in Reader's eyes. 

Hypnos stared up at the canopy, turning the moments over and over in his mind like a puzzle to be solved. Then you reached for him and Hypnos went obediently, sighing when he found a comfortable position, his leg over y/n’s thick quads, his hand on Hypnos’ hip.

”Love you.” He murmured, kissing Hypnos’ forehead gently. Hypnos returned a kiss against Y/n’s bare skin. 

“Love you too.” Hypnos murmured, his fingers trailing over familiar scars.

It felt odd, like something was shifting into a new shape but it wasn’t quite sure what shape it wanted to be yet. Hypnos knew all he could do was wait and see.

~

(Reader’s Pov)

Shades were rushing past your desk, their arms overflowing with scrolls, orders yelled overhead as the chaos grew. One of the more experienced shade were already passing around a flask, muttering about how it was going to be a long night.

You skimmed over the scroll once more. You were obvious to the chaos around you. It was almost like being back in the war, only this time you didn’t have your hands inside a pulsing body, rushing against time and the fates themselves to save lives. 

This time, it was just your -and everyone else’s- livelihood.

Queen Persephone was due back any day now and Master Hades’ list of demands had only grown.

New flowers needed to be ordered, fresh wood for the hearth, there was a rare type of soil mix from Olympus that Queen Persephone had requested months ago and it still hasn't arrived. Fancy food and types of wines that you have never heard of, fine fabric and so on and so on.

Your fingers danced along the abacus as you went over the numbers of Hades' orders and the cost of everything. It was already more money then you would have earned in a thousand lifetimes but the numbers were easy and mind numbing. 

Which may be why you didn't notice him at first.

“Reader.” His low voice was enough to jolt you out the trance you were in, your fingers lingering on the wooden beads.

Y/n stared down at you, his arms gripping a huge stack of scrolls. You blinked once then once more as you registered just how many he was holding. His strong jaw clenched, the glint in his eyes hard as stone. 

It was a familiar expression, one that told you just how close he was to losing it. Once you had been the one to reach over and smooth away the anger. But that wasn’t your place anymore.

Not that your body didn’t seem to get the memo. Your fingers twitched.

“What is this?” You gestured toward the pile of work, trying to keep your voice cool. 

He exhaled, “Master Hades had decided in his infinite wisdom to increase security for the house. Again. I have the paperwork for the new routines for myself to be filed, along with new procedures for the administration staff.”

With that, he dumped the scrolls in the ‘IN’ box. 

“You’re kidding me.” You breathed, plucking the top scroll and unfurling it. You skimmed over the words, a pounding headache forming behind your eyes. 

This was just more work, not even necessary with all the last minute preparations for the Queen. No one was going home until the Queen arrived, that was for sure. Maybe you should have taken that offer for a drink after all.

“Here.” 

He placed a wrapped parcel on your desk, the rich scent of spiced meat and herbs hitting your nose immediately. Your mouth watered. 

With a head shake, you pushed it back to him. “I don’t-“

But he was already walking away, “You need something, gen- Reader.” He scoffed. “You get cranky without food.”

That made your mouth snap close and you let him go without another word. The parcel was still warm when you picked it up. As a shade, food wasn’t a need. But it was a gift from Y/N. 

And he wasn’t wrong to be honest.

You unwrapped the parcel, inhaling the scent of the gemista. A simple food, a large tomato stuffed with herbs, meat and vegetables. It took you back to long nights over bonfires, of your thigh pressed against Y/N’s, of Achilles’ lyra playing sweet melodies, Patroclus’ dark eyes watching over with pride. 

When you took the first bite, you let yourself savor the meal like chaos wasn’t surrounding you. Then you devoured the rest in a single bite and got back to work. The gods wait for no one.

~

The fates must still keep an eye out for the shades because Queen Persephone’s reunification with the house went off without a hitch. Laughter from the celebrations reached even as far as the administration chamber.

No doubt that wine was free flowing and the tables were stuffed with delicious food. Your stomach growled even if you didn’t actually feel hungry. The thought over an overfilled cup of wine sounded heavenly.

But the thought of possibly running into a certain couple made your gut turn sour. So you looked down at your desk, biting down on your lip.

Numbers were nothing but blurry ink to you now and the lights felt like a thousand sun. You forced yourself to blink your painfully dry eyes. Others were celebrating, some already packing up to return home. It must have been many days since the start of this whole madness.

As you listened in, you wished that you could have done something. But you were dead and so was the child. At least, their many grandparents were more than happy to fuss and spoil the little one.

One of the older men was telling the others about the young grandchild that had recently made their journey to the underworld.

An short and brutal illness was the cause.

You began to clean up your desk, sighing at the chaos. Ink bottles and papers were scattered everywhere and you cursed yourself for getting so messy. 

“Hey, you should come join us.” One of your coworkers, you had forgotten his name, said quietly. He nodded toward the mess on your desk. “I promise it will be more fun than cleaning up.”

The shade was good-looking, his eyes were a charming, gentle brown and his smile was perfect. It made you smile in return but nothing stirred, no breathless sparks in you.

”No. I can't come along but thank you for the invite.” You told him. 

“I insist, let me buy you a drink. Gods knows, you were the only reason none of us lost our jobs today.” He pushed a little more, his smile was still there but it looked a little more colder.

You parted your lips but before you could say anything else, a voice piped up.

”He can’t, because he already promised to join me.” Hypnos beamed at your coworker, blatantly lying. “Early birdie get the worm as they say.” 

The shade narrowed his eyes at Hypnos as if doubtful of Hypnos’ words.

”Soooo.” Hypnos waved him off, like he was a bothersome and pushy merchant. A beat and the shade ducked his head, “Of course, Lord Hypnos. See you around, Reader.”

“Yeah.” You murmured, noting that Hypnos didn’t bother to correct the shade on the title. Far as you knew from rumors and your own handful of interactions, Hypnos didn’t let coworkers call him by any titles, or even strangers if Hypnos liked them on sight.

Once the group left, it was like the air in the room went with them. 

Suddenly, you were aware that you were alone with Hypnos. You have been before but it was different this time. One that you couldn’t put your finger on.

“Thanks but I had it under control.” You told him, stacking the last bits of paper and sitting it aside.

”I don’t doubt that for a moment but I never get to play the hero.” Hypnos grinned at you. It was so boyishly sweet that you actually were a little charmed by it. “Beside, you and I are going to go get a drink, I need to thank you for saving my behind from Master Hades.”

You shook your head but Hypnos held up his hands. His fingers were spread out a little, each one was slender and long. Hands that artists would craft into marble. Unlike your rough hands, ruined by years of creating herbal medicine and cleaning them with harsh soaps.

”I won’t push.” Hypnos said quietly. “I would like to thank you. I usually get yelled so much, my ears would ring for hours but the making a list thing, it really did help. But I understand if you don’t want to.”

His words struck you as sincere. You bit down on your lip, torn. Did you really want to share a drink with Y/n’s lover, to act like you and him were friends? It would be the adult thing to do, but you might only be sitting youself up for a world of hurt.

“Why are you trying to be so nice to me?” The words spilled out before you could stop them. You slapped a hand over your mouth as if that would help take them back.

Hypnos cocked his head. “I’m curious about you.”

You blinked, surprised at his honesty. “You are?”

”Aren’t you curious about me?” Hypnos asked, his golden eyes watchful.

You considered his words then slowly nodded. “I am actually.”

At those words, Hypnos reached into his cloak and pulled out two bottles of nectar.  He wiggled one of the round bottles at you, the liquid appeared like melted gold in the lighting. “So how about those drinks?”

~

(Y/N’s Pov)

Hypnos had vanished. 

Among the partygoers, he saw Zagreus along with Thanatos and Megarea, sitting on one of the temporary chaise, set out just for the parties. They looked cozy, with their heads close together as they talked in low voices. One of Zagreus’ hands was in Thanatos’, and his thigh pressed against Megarea’s

Y/N didn’t want to interrupt, besides they probably didn’t know where Hypnos disappeared off too. 

After making a quick loop, he still didn’t find Hypnos. Unfortunately, he had to work during the celebration, leaving Hypnos by himself. If Hypnos decided to call it an early night, he would usually let Y/N know. 

With a frown, he scanned the great hall one last time. He pretended that he also wasn’t looking for another face among the crowd.

Guilt settled deep in his chest. He didn't like this side of himself. He always thought of himself loyal, he didn’t have a problem keeping his dick to himself unlike many others he knew. 

Yet, he found himself wanting to talk, to make sure that Genuis- no- No. Reader. He had lost the right to call Reader by the little pet name Y/N gave him so long ago. That had hurt like a knife to the guts. It hurt far more than it should have considering everything.

Sighing in annoyance at himself, he turned to go to Hypnos' chambers when he caught the cast of lights coming from the administration chamber. 

No one was supposed to be there right now. 

He began walking toward the doors, just one more thing to deal with before getting to see Hypnos. He didn’t know what he would say if he saw it was just you.

It was until he was a few steps away that the sound of laughter reached his ears. Two distinct ones, both of them were so different but wonderful to hear together. He froze in place. 

For a moment, he considered being a coward and turning around. He didn’t, his own need to know was far more powerful. He needed to be sure.

Quietly, he pushed the door open just a crack. 

Hypnos sitting on your desk, you in your chair, giggling like children. Hypnos’ sleepmask resting on your head, your fingers brushing on the cloth. 

“I don’t think I can pull this look off.” You told Hypnos as you returned it. Hypnos placed it back on, resting his cheek on his palm as he leaned closer to you. You began telling Hypnos something but your voice was too low.

The sight of Hypnos and you sitting together, smiling and laughing warmly, was like lightning bolts shooting down his back. The contrast between you and the god was beautiful, the dimness in the room softening the difference, bringing two separate pieces together.

He swallowed. 

Hypnos saw him first. His smile grew, bright and cheerful. He also looked quite tipsy. “There you are! All done with work for tonight?” 

Reader jolted upward, blinking at him in surprise. You swayed a bit, cheeks flushed red. It was then he saw the four bottles of nectar sitting on the desk. That would explain a lot then.

“I thought I was but then I found two troublemakers.” He teased, trying to hide the shock to his system. 

That caused you to scoff and you pointed at him. “Hypnos, did he tell you about the time he nearly got killed by a bull because he kept sneaking out at night?”

Hypnos whipped back to you with a dramatic gasp. “Are you serious right now?”

”Wait- don’t tell him-“ he tried to speak over but you went off, telling Hypnos all the sordid details.

“So after killing the bull, they had to pay the owner for lost income and Y/N had to stay in his parents’ tent for three weeks.” You finished the tale. Both pairs of eyes rested on him. 

It caused his guts to twist, a heat clawing up the back of his neck and he scowled at them.

Hypnos shared a pointed glance with Reader, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “So him being bull headed isn’t a new thing, then?”  

That got a genuine laugh from you. Gods, he had missed it. He shifted, trying to shove the unwelcome thoughts away.  He was a grown man, he wasn’t going to play these games.

“Nope.” You replied, giving the ‘p’ a loud pop. 

”I don’t like this.” He grumbled, crossing his arms. “Why are you ganging up on me?”

Another shared glance between you and Hypnos and the pair broke down in loud, drunken laughter.

Despite him being the butt of their jokes right now, it warmed something in his stomach to see them getting along. Even if it did take alcohol to help smooth the process. 

~

It didn’t take much coaxing to get Hypnos and You to call it a night. He walked behind them, readying to grab one or both everytime they swayed a little too far. Both of them were chatting over office gossip - One of the shade was leaving to work as a blacksmith, there was a rumor of an affair between two of the HR workers and so on.

It wasn’t until they stopped in front of the Reader’s dorms that they went quiet. 

Hypnos shamelessly pulled you into a tight embrace, his cloak enveloped you and him in soft red. You gave Y/N a surprise glance, silently asking and he nodded. If anyone understood the unusual process of becoming friends with Hypnos, it was him.

After a beat of hesitation, you returned it. 

A knot formed in his throat. He should have looked away but he couldn’t. He didn’t want to. There was something beautiful in this moment, two halves of his soul embracing under the warm candlelights.  

He knew that he would be returning to this memory again and again, saved between quiet heartbeats, admiring a sight that only he got to see. 

Hypnos broke the hug, his hands on your shoulders and beamed at you. “Friends?” 

Returning Hypnos’ smile, you nodded, carefully not looking at Y/N. 

“Friends.”

[darlingpoppet]

Where The Dead Forget — Chapter 6: Guilt

Hades Gameverse Memory Loss AU | Achilles/Patroclus | E | Chapters: 6/22 | Words: 60,353 (Ch 6: 9,450 words)

Chapter 6 Summary: Achilles reflects on his reunion with Patroclus and has bad dreams. Hypnos demonstrates his abilities as an ASMR youtuber. Patroclus tells a story. Achilles has a better dream.

Excerpt:

Achilles enters his bedchamber, his mind as cluttered as the room before him. The sight of it at once makes him weary, and he sinks onto his pallet with a heaving sigh.

Why won’t you just… forget about eternal glory? The both of us together… don’t you see? We are already glorious.

On the journey home, Achilles had turned the pages of his memories, rereading them all with fresh eyes. The low simmering sense of revulsion in the pit of his stomach had only grown more acute as he traveled lower into hell, and now, back in the depths of Tartarus, he feels deserving of its darkness and its isolation more than ever.

There is no one in the world who loves me more than you, is that not so? So then… why not let me be the one who loves you the most?”

“Indeed,” he mutters aloud into the silence of the room. “It is a question I should have asked as well. Why couldn’t I have allowed myself to be the one who loved you the most, in turn? Glory be damned.”

Achilles has realized he is even more of a fool than he thought. How could he have forgotten Patroclus’ words at this crucial moment? How could he have not even listened?

Time and again, Achilles has always only been thinking of what he himself wanted for the two of them—never compromising, never considering what would make both of them happy. Has Achilles ever truly seen Patroclus as his own person? Or has Patroclus always been simply an extension of himself in his own mind, someone Achilles could not fathom to separate from his own ego?

Lord Hades had even made the suggestion for both of them to enter Asphodel together—it could have been their second chance at the modest, peaceful existence Achilles had eschewed in favor of a life of glory. How careless he had been to immediately reject it out of hand.

And now, here is the consequence. Patroclus was left with no choice, and so he drank—the ultimate act of defiance—in order to reclaim his agency once and for all. The nature of his memory made it apparent that this was an extraction with all the precision of a surgeon’s knife, wholly himself but for that one missing piece: the metastasized part of Patroclus which had drained the vitality of his very soul, slowly killing even his eternal self. Even then, it seemed, it had been too late, with Patroclus left completely spiritless and despondent. But perhaps in his mind, it was better to be miserable and alone by his own choice, rather than to be tormented by the memories of a man who did not truly honor him the way he should have.

Read the rest here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43292178/chapters/132992266

Previous Chapters: 1. Drown | 2. Grief | 3. Grace | 4. Weakness | 5. Together

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Achilles and Patroclus Hogwarts AU

1. They are both in Gryffindor. Achilles got sorted first and Patroclus just told the sorting hat that he wanted to follow Achilles

2. Achilles’ mother Thetis is the head of the department of mysteries. Peleus is a rich muggle. They don’t interact a lot after Achilles was born and Achilles mainly lives at Thetis’ house with Patroclus

3. Thetis is a pure-blood from Slytherin, but she was pretty OK with muggles and wizards getting married.

4. Though Thetis often appears mysterious due to her job and power, she cares about Achilles a lot and loves him deeply. Achilles knows that but is often confused by his mother’s actions. He suspects Thetis had done something shady but never knows what, and is very reluctant to find out.

5. Achilles is very good at defense against dark art. He is able to beat sixth year students in his first year of Hogwarts. People say he is the greatest genius of all time.

6. Achilles is also marvelous at quidditch. He joined the Gryffindor quidditch team at 11. His small body made him extremely agile and he was the best seeker. Achilles wants to play in the World Cup after graduation.

7. Aside from mentioned above, Achilles’ other subjects are pretty generic.

8. Patroclus is a muggle-born from a fundamentalist religious family. He was abused and later turned into obscurus. When the Ministry of Magic decided to hunt him down, Thetis proposed to took him and his symptoms disappeared mysteriously after that. Patroclus vaguely remembers he and Achilles performed certain rite with Thetis as witness, but neither of them remember any details, and the magical government keeps everything about his past secretive.

9. Patroclus was later adopted by Thetis and lived with Achilles since then. Thetis treated him coldly at first, but slowly she started to see Patroclus as another son(or maybe son in law)

10. Unlike Achilles who is always impulsive and stubborn, Patroclus has a gentle soul. He was good at most subjects at Hogwarts, especially care of magical creatures.

11. The two are often seen together in Hogwarts. Achilles sneaks into Patroclus’ bed frequently without any embarrassment, so people started seeing them as a couple.

[prpfs]

21+ • mxm • discord • multi-para

hiya! i’m ari (26, they/them) and i'm looking for a few mxm rps (inclusive of trans men and nb folks) via discord. 🫧

currently interested in dark-ish themes, but not complete noncon/100% abusive relationships unless they evolve into something more. it isn’t triggering to me, just hard to write something one note long-term imo. also into fluffier smut at the moment.

preferences;

• literate, multi-paragraph writing (minimum is 2 paragraphs)

• 21+ only; i'm 26 and not comfortable with anyone significantly younger than me

• semi-active, as in replies a few times a week. it’s the holiday season, tagging back and forth will be harder for me

• plot and smut (% is dependent on the plot)

• no preference on if my character is top, bottom, dom, sub, etc. 

• blacklist (no's): snuff, filth, scat, bestiality, feet, food kink, diapers, extreme gore or torture, doubling 

• otherwise kink-friendly and open-minded; just ask! 

themes;

• taboo pairings (🕊️🍪) • (realistic) height/size difference • angst • fluff • true love • crushes • corruption •soulmates •experienced x innocent • unhealthy relationships • service tops • dirty talk • slow burns • humiliation kink • lust to love •opposite personalities • hurt/comfort • and more! 
(not everything will be applicable to every rp! some of these are contradictory.)

possible settings (bold=craving, but open to all);

• potterverse: harry x draco, sirius x remus, fenrir x remus, credence barebone x percival graves

• song of achilles: achilles x patroclus (inspired or au)

• captive prince; something inspired by or au

• slice of life: neighbors, church, sugar daddy, mafia 

• historical: ancient greece; wild west; age of pirates

• fantasy: elves, werewolves, magic, demons, kings and castles, paranormal, sci-fi, omegaverse, etc. 

like and i’ll reach out! please have an idea in mind of what you’re interested in! 

like if you're interested and op will get back to you

[darlingsart]

I LOVE Pyrrha! I just adore your drawings. Do you have any Pyrrha hcs?

Thank you!! ❤️❤️

Here’s a few modern day hcs I have for her: (There’s A LOT so I’m putting it under the cut)

- I like to think that Pyrrha started exploring gender expression quite young, wearing skirts and dresses when she was like 6 or 7, realizing that she’s comfortable in both ‘girly’ clothes and ‘boy’ clothes, painting her nails, etc. and I like to think that Thetis and Peleus were very supportive parents, always asking her what she wants to wear for the day, protecting her from bigots whenever they go out, asking her what she wants to be called when, etc.

- She picked out her name from a magazine when she was like 9, I have the cute image in my head of her flipping through one of Thetis’ magazines and seeing an ad for let’s say a jewelry company called Pyrrha and she’s like !!! just completely falls in love with the name and adopts it for herself. Thetis and Peleus are very supportive when she tells them of it and hype her up about it ofc, saying it’s very pretty and fits her well etc.

- In modern days, I see her and Pat being friends at a young age too, but I think it takes her a while to actually tell him about her gender identity and it’s hard to hide it. It’s just something very personal and I think she’s just nervous of what he might think. Anyways, she probably tells him she’s genderfluid when she’s around 13 and he’s 14, explaining what it all means and how she feels, her pronouns and her name and ofc it’s scary but Pat thinks it’s pretty neat and accepts her without a doubt, it doesn’t change anything between them if anything it makes them grow closer.

- I think really after high school, she starts experimenting with her style and what kind of makeup she likes

- On that note, I think her style evolves over time and by the time they’re like in their late twenties, Pyrrha wears nothing but classy, luxury brands. I hc that she’s got an easy office job at her dad’s company so trust me she rocks the HELL out of a pencil skirt and $1200 blouse like it’s no one’s business.

- Her favorite colors to wear are earth tones, particularly dark greens.

- She loves to do her make up, I can totally see her at her vanity with a lighted scented candle and a chill playlist just taking her time with her make up, it’s like a relaxing thing for her. But she hates cleaning her makeup brushes so Patroclus sometimes does it for her bc he’s a sweetheart

- Loves loves loves it when Patroclus refers to her as “my wife” in front of other people.

- She loves jewelry, particularly necklaces and has a huge expensive jewelry box (like the ones that have multiple pull out compartments) to keep everything in. Bonus, she always asks Pat to help her with her necklace even though she could easily clip the clasp herself. She just finds something about it really romantic

- I also think it’d be funny if she had a huge collection of sunglasses, like just pairs and pairs of really pretty sunglasses, dark ones, rose gold ones, ones with patterns on the frame, circle ones, etc. She needs a pair for every day of the summer even though she only wears them on top of her head (she argued with Patroclus that it ‘completes the outfit’.

- Would it surprise you if I said she also has a huge shoe collection (Patroclus loves it)

- Spends more on lingerie than she probably should but Patroclus never complains about their credit card bill bc how can he when their money’s being spent on something so important lmao

- She’s a pumpkin spice girlie and is always trying to get her husband to like it too

- She doesn’t know how to drive, she’s a passenger princess (but that’s fine bc she loves it when Patroclus puts his hand on her thigh while he’s driving)

- She likes to wear her hair up most of the time and has tons of pretty scrunchies that always have to match with whatever she’s wearing.

BONUS:

For the au where she has Pyrrhus I have a few hcs too:

- Okay Pyrrhus is the result of a one night stand, so I like to think that while in Achilles’ apartment at the time, Deidameia saw Pyrrha’s name probably written on a paper put down somewhere and thought it was a nice name so when she had their kid, she changed it around to Pyrrhus for a boy. (Pyrrha actually loves that Deidameia named him that even if it was unknowingly)

- She is very honest and open with Pyrrhus about her gender identity as well and he doesn’t think much of it just like, “oh, okay.” Like it’s not a big deal, you know how kids are lmao

- Three words; soccer mom Pyrrha. The type of mom who out cheers all the other moms in the bleachers, brings in the best healthy snacks (take THAT Susan). + She looks good in her soccer mom outfits

- Pyrrhus insists on getting her a Mother’s Day gift too and she finds it to be the sweetest thing in the world

- The first time Pyrrhus called her mama she nearly cried lol

[veryace-ficrecs]

It's the one year anniversary of me posting recs! How time flies!! So in honor of the day, another edition of the first list I ever published!

Hades Fic Recs

keepsakes hold power by dustandstatic - Rated E

To the naked eye they look no different from ordinary trinkets, lucky charms perhaps, simple objects the dead often keep on them in the grave. Maybe they are. Maybe it’s Zagreus that makes them hold power. (concept: god's keepsakes and blessings change zagreus' appearance and behavior during an escape. thanatos takes notice.)

Again and Again by SailorFish - Rated T

Achilles stood up. He had been expecting the stranger since Megaera had stalked past him, elegant despite the anger and blood dripping from her. An AU where Zagreus was raised by Demeter and ends up fighting his way through the Underworld regardless - just in the opposite direction. Guarding the entrance out is the terrifying monster Cerberus, but guarding the entrance in is Achilles, best of Greeks. And he has strict orders not to let anyone in.

The Great Beyond by vinetini - Rated T

Zagreus makes a possibly stupid, definitely reckless deal with Chaos but has to leave his physical form behind to explore the chaotic realm beyond. His body washes up in the House of Hades, completely lifeless. Whoops.

in the half light by harukatenoh - Rated T

You don't die over and over again without internalizing some shit, even if you are a god.

death and i by storyandsong - Rated T

He's late, he realizes. There's a lot of blood here, he realizes a moment later. Not the blackened stains of shades temporarily banished, but the dark-red and glistening of mortal blood, spattered in desperate arcs across the grass, staining the water where the River Lethe pools. Across the chamber, it shifts to a trail of blood, the imprint of bare footprints burned into the darkening liquid. There. There, slumped with his back against a green-glowing infernal trove, an ethereal sword buried in his chest, a pool of blood slowly spreading beneath him—Zagreus, Prince of the Underworld, his warmth and light so faded that Thanatos didn't even realize he was still in the chamber.

There Will Be A Dawn by julomaiboulomai - Rated T

In the first days of Zagreus's tutelage, Achilles is still full of wrath more than anything. His bitterness toward the gods is untempered, and before him stands one of their scions, vulnerable and yet immortal, able to take however much he chooses to dish out. (Or, perhaps, not so immortal after all. And in the end, very vulnerable indeed.)

you're fire, but sweet by eggio - Rated T

Thanatos always remembers. How Zagreus’s touch is so warm against his skin, how just the brush of his fingertips over the flesh of his arm ignites his senses. He knows himself to be the opposite: cold, in more ways than one. There’s no warmth in his own arms, his fingers more like the ice Zagreus is just barely now experiencing. He’s cold, in the silence that he finds comfort in and how the way Zag so easily smiles isn’t something just as easy to him. And that he’s selfish; Thanatos wants everything that Zagreus is, every piece of him.

beasts and men by scatteringmyashes - Rated T

Patroclus has no interest in the arena, though he's been challenged many times. His fighting days are over and that is fine with him. The other occupants of Elysium are intent on changing that. Or: Five Times Patroclus Was Challenged And The One Time Someone Accepted

found a way to rise by renquise - Rated T

The river is high again. It laps up against the greaves of the statues in this chamber this time, the long grasses submerged and waving gently in the hazy waters. Last it took this chamber, it only rose to the top of the pedestals. He's learned to see the signs of when the river is about to rush out of its banks to take the chambers: the river grows wilder and the ground becomes soft and damp, water rising up between his toes and hissing into steam where it meets his feet. He’ll be glad when the water recedes again. — Or, the one with Lethe-induced amnesia.

embers by renquise - Rated M

Thanatos runs his fingers over the line of Zagreus's calf where flickers of flame recede into his skin, then pushes into the muscle with a firm touch. Zagreus jolts under his hands. “Ahh, how did you know that my legs are sore from all that running?” Zagreus laughs, a little breathless.

[baejax-the-great]

Sweet Victory

Patroclus x Achilles | college AU | E | Chapter 8/9

For my birthday I bestow on you more nonsense and an updated chapter count.

Patroclus is jerked awake, a hand grabbing his shoulder. “Wha…?” he asks the dark room, his breath coming in short pants, his heart pounding in his chest.

“You were having a nightmare.”

Achilles. It’s Achilles in his room, kneeling next to his bed. That’s alright then. Patroclus gulps down air and tries to orient himself.

“I was?”

“I… I heard it,” he says as Patroclus touches his own face. Tears? No, sweat. He’s covered in sweat.

“Sorry,” Patroclus says. It’s been a long time since he’s had a nightmare like that—one where he makes enough noise to alert other people. Not since—not since middle school. Whatever it was that had him yelling or crying or whatever, it’s already almost completely faded from his mind.

“Are you… okay?” Achilles asks.

Is he? He might not remember what he was dreaming about, but the feeling it gave him lingers. Dread. Grief. Now that he’s awake, there’s really no reason for that feeling to go away. Achilles is leaving him. Achilles wants to leave him. Everything in his life is just as screwed up as it felt back when he had the nightmares every night as a kid until Achilles dragged a blanket and pillow into his room and slept next to him on the floor.

He takes too long to answer. Achilles gets up and starts to leave.

“Don’t,” Patroclus blurts out, unable to stop himself. It’s too dark to see much of anything, but he can tell Achilles has stopped moving. “Don’t leave. Stay.” Like earlier, he doesn’t mean just now, but for Achilles to abandon his plans of moving out and stay in the suite. Stay with him. “Please.”

Achilles leaves the room, and Patroclus covers his face. How many times is he going to beg? He’ll keep begging until Achilles finally disappears forever. How can this really be the end of it all?

Read the rest here | Or start from the beginning

[ultfreakme]

Can I ask, what songs that come to your mind when you think of ItaJun, AkaFuri, and ZukKa?

I am SO GLAD you asked I have songs specifically for them and I have so many.

ItaJun

THEY HAVE A(basically) OFFICIAL ONE!!! It's:

Stand in The Darkness ft. Steve Memmolo:

I don't even need to explain this one, this is 100% Yuuji's POV on Junpei and it is SO ROMANTIC WTF just listen to it Anon you will see.

"But you and I'll be

As one forever

It's not goodbye

Never was

Swear that you'll still watch over me

I know I can do this"

I WILL BE WALKING INTO THE OCEAN WHAT? The entire song is exactly about Yuuji failing to save Junpei and his new goal of finding a proper way to die and give people proper deaths. "Swear that you'll watch over me"???? ITADORI YUUJI START EXPLAINING.

Sunset and Whale by Zhang Yuan and Vicky:

I don't know the exact meaning of this song, I can't find good translations anywhere but the gist of it is, it's about the beauty found in brief moments that you want more of but doesn't linger too long .

A whale surfaces for air in sunset and admires the light reflected on the waters, but the whale is tethered to the ocean, it cannot stay and watch the sparkle for long, and the sun will have to sink. Whatever beauty is found is fleeting, the universe and the people go on, without ever pausing to care, time doesn't stop, but that moment existed and it's real and you are always asking for more but there isn't.

I think that sums up ItaJun quite well doesn't it?

I Really Want To Stay At Your house by Rosa Walton:

It's technically a break-up song, but it's also used as an OST after a person dies so it works. I am interpreting it as about being too little too late to help someone and desperately trying to fix things to being back the way they were.

The singer notices signs of their lover having problems, but they reminisce about better times, trying to bring their lover out of whatever is dragging them down by asking their point of view,asking to stay beside them, to leave behind whatever is eating at them. But it doesn't work. Reminded me of Yuuji and Junpei's talk at the riverside, and Yuuji going over to his place and for the briefest moment Junpei was reaching back.

Zukka

Untouchable by Taylor Swift

It's so on the nose. Untouchable because you're brighter than the sun? Oh yeah. The night and moon imagery are the Zukka staple imo. But I need to find another one T.Swift just irks me these days.

Moonlight by Johnald

This is more relevant to my fic. It's super angsty. The lyrics have absolutely no relation with Zukka but the vibes got to me. It's about the despair the singer feels but finding hope and moments if goodness in their lover. Feels very Zuko POV of Sokka.

I Don't Dance from High School Musical

Chad and Ryan are just a Zukka AU.

AkaFuri

Sukidakara by Yuika

Super cute, it's a duet but the main version is singular and its like "I don't like you because you're cool, you're cool because I like you ". Also there's another line about hiw the oerson they like is super cool in front of others bur becomes a total sap around little dogs. THAT'S AKASHI. It's so 2nd year AkaFuri. Also "I wanna see you on weekends and fall asleep on the phone with you" is every AkaFuri fic ever.

Achilles's Heel by J.Maya

Akashi POV no doubt. AkaFuri gives such "The Song Of Achilles" Patrochilles vibe. Akashi being afraid of falling in love, hating the weakness it brings not because of himself but because his father won't approve. Although ji wanna say Furi's probably a lot more self-possesed than TSOA Patroclus.

[fortunatelychaoticphantom]

Highlighted Posts - Fandom Topics

For some explanation, see serious topics post.

Avatar the Last Airbender / Legend of Korra:

Aang, forgiveness and violence in The Southern Raiders (meta).

Aang’s (lack of a) character arc (meta) + same response, posted independently from the original chain post with a bit of revisions (meta).

Avatar, violence and last second anti-killing rhetoric (meta).

The actual advice the past Avatars gave Aang (meta).

Aang vs. Ozai final battle and Star Wars influences (meta).

The Great Divide is good actually (meta).

Aang being rewarded by the universe? (meta).

Third season Scorched Earth plan out of left field (meta).

Bloodbending and Energybending (meta).

Katara didn't have a “plot armor” in the final battle with Azula, she's the epitome of a warrior (meta).

Katara and non-lethal battle winning (meta/joke).

Katara didn’t beat Pakku (meta).

Katara didn’t choose Aang “over” Zuko (meta).

Anastasia!Zutara AU (headcanon).

Mai and Zuko, what should have been (meta).

Mai happily joined Azula to hunt Zuko (meta).

Kanna and Pakku... why??? (meta/joke).

Gender equality in the Fire Nation and WW2 equivalents (meta).

Legend of Korra, the status quo and the institution of the Avatar (meta).

Making Korra’s dad chief is just… awful (meta).

Harry Potter:

The Malfoys didn’t have a redemption in canon (meta).

Michael Gambon is great, you guys are just mean (meta).

Snape, Dumbledore and the Defence against the Dark Arts (meta/joke).

No thanks, I don’t need a young Snape movie (joke).

What Harry’s reaction to his name being pulled from the Goblet should have been (joke).

The Tri-Wizard tournament has no rules (meta).

Star Wars:

Star wars and Pirates of the Caribbean are the same story (meta).

Kylo Ren and redemption in the Star Wars universe and Hollywood [tlj post] (meta).

DC:

so... does Superman have an appendix? (joke).

Why Selina Kyle never goes to Arkham (joke).

The Scorpion King/Wonder Woman comparison (joke).

Marvel:

Infinity War and the horror of the snap (meta).

Who’s the avengers’ designer? (joke).

Black Panther and The Lion King similarities regarding women (meta).

Shipping in the MCU (joke).

Antman and family (joke).

Pirates of the Caribbeans:

Elizabeth and Will’s relationship is the heart of the movies (meta).

The best things about PotC (meta).

Disney:

I sort of wrote a one-shot about the bimbettes from Beauty and the Beast (fanfiction).

Belle in the Hunchback of Notre Dame (meta).

Del Toro, monstrosity and Beauty and the Beast (meta).

Inner Workings is amazing (meta).

Frozen’s Anna and Hans (joke).

Quasimodo is awesome (meta).

Around the world with Captain Phoebus (joke).

Pocahontas’ ending is subversive as fuck (joke/meta).

Hercules didn’t know who Hades was (joke).

Other:

Bullshit “feminist” retelling and Mad Max Fury Road (joke/meta).

“Feminist” retellings explanation (analysis).

She-Ra and the inherently good protagonist (meta).

I hate the ending of She-Ra (meta).

Once upon a Time, Regina and redemption (two diverging threads of the same post) (meta): First and Second.

Ross Geller isn’t that bad, you guys are just mean. Or: The unbelievable cruelty of what Carol did to Ross (meta).

Bella Swan and Hermione Granger comparisons are bullshit (meta).

Twilight and depression (meta).

New Moon reread comments (meta).

The Good Place is the greatest show in history. But also I have thoughts (meta).

The single most beautiful Geralt and Jeskier art ever made [The Witcher] (fanart).

Dimitri wanted to find the real Anastasia all along in hopes that she survived the revolution [Anastasia 1997] (meta).

Godzilla, Pacific Rim and Hollywood: between grim-dark and camp (meta).

Wednesday Addams and the usurpation of the summer camp for rich white kids (meta).

Debbie Jellinsky is the best [The Addams Family Values] (joke).

Achilles and Patroclus sitting in an urn. K.I.S.S.I.N.G. (joke).

Of course the Jewish women are the witches in Oz the Great and Powerful… (joke/meta).

Bird Box and mental illness (meta).

My problems with Carmen San Diego (meta).

Ice Princess and teenage movie tropes. Or: They're lesbians Harold (meta/joke).

Lord of the Rings life goals (joke).

The School of Good and Evil and that little bit of antisemitism… (joke).

Game of Thrones / House of the Dragon genetics are weird (joke).

Why wouldn’t I keep talking about old fandoms? (joke/analysis).

I hate Barbie. Sorry. (meta).

[johaerys-writes]

19 and 23? very interested to see what you've been maybe planning for the future.

[Writing asks]

19.any new fics to start next year

So my plans for the next year are as follows: after I finish you're a walking disaster and yet--, my main WIP right now, I'm planning to focus on As Fate Would Have It. After that I'd really like to finish High-Flying Birds in 2024, and then??? I'm not quite sure 😅 I do have some more AUs and one shots in mind, but I don't want to jinx myself because every time I say I'll write this or that AU I almost never do so I'll wait and see where inspiration takes me haha. Howeverrrr...

23.fics you wanted to write but didn’t

...there are a couple fics I wanted to write this year and didn't get to, so I might work on those in the new year! The first one was a pleasure slave!Patroclus AU, where Patroclus was sent to Lyrnessus instead of Phthia when he was exiled, and grew up with Briseis instead of Achilles, and when Lyrnessus is taken he's given to Achilles as a pleasure slave instead of her 👀 And another AU I've talked about here is a Western/cowboy AU, where Achilles is the son of wealthy land and cattle owner Peleus, and Patroclus is the hot ranch hand with a dark past 👀👀 These have been kicking around in my head for literal ages so I know it'll be a treat when I finally get to them lol.

[finnpeach]

Everything For You

[Spoilers ahead if you haven’t read TSOA !!

Please don’t reblog to non-kink blogs]

This is not canon, and in my AU these two lovebirds got the fuck out of Troy and now reside in Phthia uvu I haven’t decided yet if this AU includes Patroclus’ death/him coming back to life or if they both just hightailed it out of there before any of that happened, but I’ll leave it up in the air till I decide. Characters are aged 21+

Also, like 90% sure that “bless you” wasn’t an exact thing until several hundred years after these two, but as if I’d ever write something where the character didn’t say it with adoration and fondness. c’mon.

The sky had turned ominously dark when Achilles and Patroclus returned from their afternoon ride. Thunderclouds loomed overhead and the wind shook the trees, foretelling an oncoming storm.

In an effort to reach home sooner, Achilles challenged Patroclus to a race, and slid off his dappled, immortal Balius, who had been gifted to him by the gods. He offered him to Patroclus to ride and have a winning try. He always did this in their games – he would give Patroclus a crutch, a chance, but it was never necessary. Without fail, and no matter the game, Achilles won every time.

Patroclus did not mind. How could he be upset when he was competing against divine greatness? It was a given that Achilles always came out victorious. He would happily lose to Achilles every time if it meant he could catch some of the light that came off him when he won.

Mounted atop Patroclus’ chestnut stallion, Achilles urged the horse into a rear, ever the one to show off.

“First to the oak tree by the stables wins!” And without a second to wait, he kicked the horse into a gallop, leaving Patroclus and Balius behind.

Patroclus could not help but watch for a moment, mesmerised. Competing with Achilles meant he could not watch him, could not notice his every movement and replay it in his mind. He could not watch the way he concentrated, how his muscles rippled with each push and pull, or how he calculated his next move. He had always preferred spectating over competing with Achilles.

He snapped out of it when Achilles turned to look for him. He kicked Balius into a gallop, closing the gap between them quickly. The closer he got, though, the further away Achilles seemed to get. Closer and closer, then he was out of his grasp again.

“You are hardly trying!” Achilles laughed, spurring his horse faster. His golden hair flew behind him like a ray of light. He turned in the saddle, one hand gripping the reins, sitting as if he were at a leisurely trot and not a full gallop. “Even atop Balius, you are too slow!”

Patroclus laughed at his taunting, urging Balius faster. The stallion grunted and pinned his ears back, clearly displeased that anyone other than his golden solider was astride his back. He gave a small buck, as if to remind Patroclus who was in charge, before lengthening his stride anyway.

They were still far from the tree when the sky appeared to open, and the rain began pelting down. They were soaked instantly. Steam rose off the horses’ backs as they thundered down the dirt road. It quickly became slick with mud, yet the horses maintained their footing in the slippery conditions.

Hardly able to see a metre in front of him now, he pulled back sharply on the reins as they neared the tree, skidding to a halt. He was unsurprised to see Achilles waiting there for him. Not only was he waiting, but he was also laying back on the horse, his fiery hair spilling over its haunches, eyes closed as if having a nap.

He sat up in the saddle as they approached, smiling wide. Through the layers of downpour, it appeared as though a golden light was emanating from him, creating a glow that made Patroclus feel warm from within.

“We’ve been waiting for ages. What took you so long?” Achilles teased, hopping off his horse to help Patroclus dismount Balius. His blonde curls were drenched, his tunic soaked, yet he still appeared as though he could rival Aphrodite herself for beauty. Patroclus felt horribly plain next to him.

Balius huffed, ears pinned, clearly upset at the loss and keen to blame Patroclus wholeheartedly for it. He was not accustomed to losing, especially not with Achilles as his rider.

Patroclus took his hand, sliding out of the saddle and leaning in close to Achilles when his feet met the ground. “I believe you enjoy seeing me suffer.”

“I do not.”

“I do not believe you.”

“I have never once lied to you, my dear.” Achilles beamed, tugging impishly on one of the brunet’s wet curls, his smile stretching ear to ear. And it was true, he had never been untruthful to Patroclus.

“Balius, were you good to Patroclus?”

“He bucked!”

“Balius!” Achilles gave his stallion a genuinely livid expression, the idea of anything as simple as a horse harming Patroclus enough to ignite his fury. “I shall make a wagon mule of you for such a slight.”

At his irate glare, Balius nuzzled Patroclus’ shoulder gently, as if in a sort of (disingenuous, Patroclus thought) apology.

The rain continued to pour down relentlessly, chilling Patroclus to the bone. He stepped close to Achilles, seeking his warm embrace, and was met with a strong arm wrapped around his shoulders.

“Come, let us warm you inside, lest you catch a cold,” he said, taking the reins of both horses in his right hand and keeping his left arm wrapped around Patroclus. He led them all to the stables as the thunder boomed above, the gentle, golden glow following them as they went.

The next morning, Patroclus awoke with a pounding headache that could contend with Zeus’ prior to the birth of Athena. His throat ached as though he had swallowed sand, and he could not breathe through his nose.

Achilles slept deeply behind him, his chest pressed against Patroclus’ back, lips and nose buried in his dark curls. He tried to settle again, listening to Achille’s breaths to soothe him, but could not find the necessary comfort. His nose was beginning to itch.

Patroclus cleared his throat as quietly as he could. He had used Achille’s bicep as a pillow throughout the night and could see their fingers interlaced in the hand that stretched across the pillow. It was a sweet reminder of their coupling last night, both lovers chilled from the rain, seeking warmth in each other, never once letting go of their grasp on the other.

The itch in his nose became too much to ignore. Desperately, Patroclus rubbed at his nose, pinching the tip between his forefinger and his thumb. He did not want to wake his love behind him, nor give in to the possibility that he may have caught a cold after their race in the rain.

His efforts proved futile as the itch deepened. His eyes pricked with tears as he inhaled a shaky breath, dark eyebrows coming together as his lips pulled back to expose the tips of his canines—

“H’HGKT!” The first sneeze was successfully stifled, barely jolting him in Achilles’ embrace. He continued to sleep peacefully behind him, remaining in his dreams.

The second and third were not so imperceivable.

“Hh’HNKTSsh! Hh... H’HGTSShh’uh!” He pinched his nose between his thumb and forefinger again, only managing to half stifle the first sneeze. The second one produced noticeably more mess, leaving him struggling to wipe his nose as quickly as he could before—

“Mm... y’okay...?” Achilles murmured behind him, lips pressed against his hair, still half-asleep. His free arm tightened around Patroclus’ midsection, the arm beneath his head bending to pull him closer into the curvature of his body.

Patroclus sniffled, blinking away the tears in his eyes. “I’mb all right, do not fret.” His voice instantly betrayed him. If Achilles did not notice the palpable congestion, he would hear how hoarse he sounded.

Patroclus may as well have sounded an alarm. Achilles awoke from his daze instantaneously, his hand pressing against the brunet’s hip, gently turning Patroclus over onto his back to get a better look at his face. He loved Achilles to death, to the end of the world, and should have remembered how attentive he was to every fluctuation in Patroclus’ nature. It was the same for him with Achilles.

“You are unwell?” His voice was soft and full of concern, as if he could feel Patroclus’ headache himself. He pushed back Patroclus’ curls to feel his forehead, his expression one of utmost care and worry. Green, fiery eyes met deep pools of speckled honey brown.

“You have a fever,” Achilles said. It left no room for disagreement, no room for persuasion or a lie that he felt well.

“I—”

“My poor Patroclus, it is my fault. I should not have suggested our ride yesterday. I should have noticed the approaching storm.” His expression was one of complete remorse. He pressed a tender kiss to the brunet’s forehead.

“Please forgive me,” he begged.

Patroclus shook his head and sniffled again, clearing his throat. “There is nothing to forgive, you could not have known. I do not feel so poorly.”

Achilles took a deep breath, as if Patroclus had lifted the entire world off his shoulders with that one statement. “Though I do not deserve such kindness, I will make it up to you. Where do you feel ill?”

Patroclus gestured vaguely to his face, throat, and chest, knowing Achilles would understand. He nodded and caressed each part fondly, his face, throat, and chest, as if hoping his touch would relieve the symptoms there.

“You mustn’t work with the physician today, promise me.” Sometimes, when Achilles was away or performing duties that Patroclus did not have the right to attend, Patroclus would assist the palace physician in his various responsibilities. He enjoyed feeling useful and helping those who needed aid, and appreciated that he was now tending to minor injuries and illnesses rather than life-threatening ones, such as in Troy.

The thought of working today had not even crossed his mind, he felt far too badly. “I promihh… Hih’GHTtsh’iew!” That had caught him off guard, though Achilles had somehow noticed he had to sneeze before Patroclus even realised it himself and had pulled the edge of the blanket to cover his nose for him.

“Bless you,” Achilles whispered, breathless. He could feel heat pooling in his belly, and quickly averted his emerald gaze when he realised that he was staring like a fool.

Cheeks burning pink, Patroclus rubbed away the mess with the edge of the blanket and sniffled, tear-y eyed. “I promise.”

Satisfied, Achilles placed his hand on Patroclus’ hip, and moved to kiss him on his lips but was met with empty space when Patroclus turned his head to the side.

“Patroclus,” Achilles murmured, frowning at his rejected kiss.

“I worry it is catching.”

“Then I will gladly catch it,” Achilles said, brushing a stray curl behind Patroclus’ ear. “But you worry needlessly. I am Aristos Achaion, King of Phthia, I do not fall ill easily.” His lips pulled into a smirk.

It was true, Achilles hardly ever fell sick, by virtue of the goddess blood that pumped through his veins. However, despite his divine heritage, he was still part man and tended to take sick with worsened symptoms when he eventually caught something. Patroclus reasoned it was due to his body’s inexperience with the frailties of humanity, and he was thus stricken unsparingly.

Patroclus opened his mouth to retort back, but his breath caught in his throat and sent him into a coughing fit. The wet, scraping coughs racked his frame, unrelenting and harsh.

Instantly, a warm hand was on his back, smoothing circles to ease the coughing. A cup was placed before his lips, with the soft command, “Drink, Patroclus.”

Obediently, Patroclus drank, the water soothing his throat and calming the fit. The soft touches to his back did not cease until he had drained the cup, which Achilles took from him and refilled again from the vase by the bed.

When he was content that Patroclus had drunk enough, Achilles slid back into bed and pulled Patroclus to him, strong arms encircling his body as they had done thousands of times before. “I will have Eirenaios cancel my assemblies today so I may care for you.”

“What?” Patroclus moved to sit up, though slowly lowered himself back down to the safety of Achilles’ shoulder when the movement made him dizzy. “Do not be ridiculous, you cannot miss all your assemblies today just for me.”

Patroclus was unsure why he felt surprised by Achilles’ edict, though. This was the same man who had once, on a royal visit to a town on the outskirts of Phthia, halted the entire procession of his thirty council members, guards, and horses to pick jasmine flowers for Patroclus, simply because they were his favourite and it would please him.

“It is not ridiculous. It is my fault you have taken sick.” Achilles carded his fingers gently through Patroclus’ dark curls, his gaze falling sombre with guilt. “I would see to your recovery myself. And it is not often I am able to look after you in this manner. You are all the more charming with this cold of yours.”

Patroclus chuckled as Achilles pressed his soft, pillowy lips to the dip between his throat and his jaw, basking in the attention. He would easily remain ill for the rest of his days if it merited such undivided attention from Achilles.

“You are ridiculous. What is so charming about my cold?”

Achilles sat up on his elbows and thought for a moment, his eyebrows coming together. Patroclus loved this, his face before he was about to tease.

“First, you seek out my warmth, and seem forlorn when I move away.”

“This is not new.”

“No, it is not.” His lips curled upwards into a cat-like smile. “But it is even more apparent when you are ill. And I adore how your nose twitches, how you rub at it, and it takes on a red shade.”

“This is not something to be adored.” Patroclus grinned softly, a pink blush spreading across his cheeks.

“Is it not?” Achilles chided, leaning in close. He gently kissed Patroclus’ warm forehead, then his cheekbones. Patroclus’ skin prickled with his touch. 

“I disagree. I especially love this…” Achilles hummed. He caressed his lips down the side of Patroclus’ twitching nose, knowing how sensitive it was.

Patroclus’ breath hitched alarmingly, but Achilles did not move away. He remained, continuing to graze his lips just a hairs’ breadth across Patroclus’ nose, the itch mounting in his sinuses. His breath hitched again. One final kiss to the tip of his nose, and–

“Hh’GkTSsHh!” Droplets of spray could be seen cascading through the rays of the sun’s morning light. Patroclus sniffled thickly, rubbing at his irritated nose with his hand. His sneezes were particularly wet when he had a cold, and often came on without warning.

“And that. Have I told you how much I adore that?”

“You have. Many times.” Patroclus smiled.

“Good, I could not forgive myself if I had forgotten.”

Achilles shifted his body atop him with a feline gracefulness. Patroclus watched, transfixed, as the muscles in his shoulders rippled with the movement, as his biceps tensed, as his curly blonde hair created the most celestial curtain around his face. Had Patroclus been able to smell anything in his congested state, he would have noticed Achilles’ signature scent of honey and almonds enclosing them both.

Patroclus adored this. Bringing his arms around Achille’s neck, he pulled him close to nuzzle his neck, itching his nose against his throat.

“I will continue if it pleases you,” Patroclus offered. He knew it pleased Achilles a thousandfold, based on the growing firmness beneath the blonde’s tunic. He loved how such a small thing could harness Achilles’ attention, how he was able to unwrap the Aristos Achaion, the best of Greeks, so easily.

“You spoil me rotten, my beloved. Perhaps when you are in better health. I would not have you worsen simply for my own pleasure.” A playful nip to Patroclus’ neck, and then a sweeter, gentle kiss to his lips. “I will notify Eirenaios of my plans and fetch the physician for a remedy. You are to rest here. Do you hunger?”

Patroclus shook his head, sniffling. He longed to sleep again. Colds always made him especially tired, and it showed in his face. His tan skin had a sickly pallor, and his dazed, half-lidded eyes seemed unable to open fully.

Achilles took immediate note of his sudden fatigue, blond eyebrows stitching together in worry. His hand moved to cradle Patroclus’ face and feel again for his fever. His poor Patroclus, who relaxed into his touch like a kitten in his palm. Achilles yearned to take his illness away from him and make him well again.

“Rest, Patroclus. I will return swiftly.” A final kiss to his brow, then Achilles moved to tuck the blanket around him, placing a heavy woollen blanket atop him for good measure.

Patroclus smiled at his fretting. He wondered if the rest of Greece knew that the Aristos Achaion was no more than a mother hen. Half-asleep already, he hardly noticed Achilles drawing the curtains close. At the sound of the door closing, Patroclus rolled onto his side to the warm spot that Achilles had left behind and fell asleep.

Achilles returned two hours later after convening with Eirenaios to assign the day’s duties to him and visiting the physician. Eirenaios had objected, of course, arguing that there were obligations that King Achilles certainly could not miss, but Achilles would hear none of it and silenced him with a commanding stare.

In his princely youth, Achilles had never noticed how busy his father, King Peleus, truly was. Perhaps his father had been exceptionally skilled at being available for Achilles, or simply kept Achilles so busy with lessons that it was of no consequence if his father was busy.

Or, perhaps, granting Patroclus as his therapon, his brother-in-arms sworn to him, had been Peleus’ clever way at keeping Achilles entertained.

He had never imagined the breadth of responsibilities that would be awaiting him upon his and Patroclus’ return from Troy. The daily council sessions, the regular audiences with foreign ambassadors, the congregations with priests, how many judgements and decrees needed his approval or disapproval each hour of the day. They kept him up early and late into the evenings, with scarcely a moment for himself. At times he felt his head might split in two from the pressure.

Whereas fighting, sparring, or handling a spear felt as natural to him as taking a deep breath, governing felt like he was fighting against a current with stones bound to his limbs.

Truly, Patroclus was his unrelenting light throughout it all. He had always been, but he adapted well to attending to Achilles in his new role. A soft touch to the back of his neck when Achilles became particularly overwhelmed during a council session, bringing him his favourite snack of honeyed figs with cheese when a congregation barred his lunching, or sneaking Achilles out between assemblies for a walk in the sunshine. How he would ask Achilles to race him on these walks, aware that he would inevitably lose against him, but knowing that the thrill of competition, of Achilles stretching his godly muscles meant for fighting and not ruling, of something won, would clear his mind and refresh him instantly.

He would unravel like an arrow sprung from a tightly wound bow in these moments, finally facing the sun again and reflecting its rays off him.

Then they would sit beneath a shady tree, Patroclus with his head in Achilles’ lap, humming an old song from his foreign land that Achilles loved so much and filled him with such tender affection. A servant would eventually find them both and request King Achilles’ presence for another assembly, and they would race once again back to the palace, chasing one another like they were children again.

It was for these reasons that Achilles needed to be there for Patroclus. He had to prove himself, had to thank his therapon somehow. He had been given a remedial tea from the physician, sure to soothe Patroclus’ throat and ease his symptoms. A bath would be run for him later, and a light dinner served when he was ready to eat.

Silently, Achilles entered their room, smiling gently at the sight of his beloved still fast asleep and snoring softly. Patroclus was not one to sleep very still or silently. When woken up in the night by the owls or snarling wildcats on Mount Pelion, Achilles would hear him softly murmuring, or sighing under his breath, or humming in his sleep, or see his fingers twitching. He would stay awake for a while, listening, then allow his even breathing to lull him back to slumber.

He placed the tea at the bedside table and climbed into bed, curving his body along Patroclus, pressing his lips to the nape of his neck.

At his touch, Patroclus hummed softly and stirred. He turned in Achille’s embrace, honey-brown eyes gazing up at him, blinking against the crest of sleep. Achilles felt warmth spread through his body, head to toe, as a sleepy, languid smile spread across Patroclus’ face.

Achilles was the first to speak. “Hello, Philtatos.” Most beloved.

“Mm…” Patroclus seemed to be half-asleep still. He sniffled, a thin stream running down his cupid’s bow that Achilles softly wiped away with his thumb. “I missed you.”

“I thought of nothing other than you while I was away. Did you rest well?” Judging by the etched lines across his skin from the blanket, he had slept heavily.

A short nod, brown eyes slipping shut again. Achilles was just about to suggest he drink the tea when Patroclus’ breath hitched suddenly, and he was ducking into Achilles’ chest with a volley of wet sneezes.

“Huh’GnNKTSshh! Heh.. Hih— H’TSsHhh’ih! H’ITSHh’iew!” Patroclus moaned gently after, sniffling. The spray soaked through Achilles’ tunic, a spattering of droplets across his neck.

He tried to ignore the shiver that ran down his spine. “Bless you, Patroclus,” he said with soft, tender fondness, focusing on wiping his nose for him with the blanket.

Patroclus smiled and Achilles felt himself breathlessly swept up in his beauty, much like a rowboat helpless against a giant wave at sea. Heat pooled in his navel, spreading towards his thighs. It should not be possible for someone to look so lovely, so divine, when they were so ill.

“Perhaps you should work with the physician someday,” Patroclus murmured. “You would make an excellent nurse.”

Achilles chuckled at such an idea. If Chiron had heard that, he would have laughed until he was blue in the face. “My concerns are reserved only for you, I am afraid. The gods have gifted you with a careful touch and wisdom that I lack.”

He moved the pillows to support Patroclus sitting up before handing him the tea, eager to see its effects at work. Patroclus appeared to relax as he sipped, confirming that the pain in his throat had subsided, and the steam had helped his congestion. Achilles could not help but feel pride swell in his chest at being able to help him feel better.

They settled back down again, Achilles fingers wistfully tracing the length of Patroclus’ body, watching him, recounting to him a childhood story that his father had told him many years ago. Patroculus felt himself lulled by the gentle caresses, entranced by his honeyed voice that spun tales of great adventures and treasures, creating a world that he and Patroclus could exist together in as one.

Achilles did not stop until he could hear Patroclus quietly snoring beside him. He rejoiced in their closeness, how his head was tucked into the crook of Achilles’ neck, the tips of his dark brown curls tickling his jaw, his arm and leg fastened across Achilles’ midsection. He continued his gentle touches, until he too dozed off to the sound of Patroclus’ even breathing.

[diana-bookfairchild]

Fanfic Recs

One fanfiction recommendation for each of my fandoms on AO3!

If anyone wants a particular genre (Harry/Hermione, Merthur, Harry is raised by someone else, Percico, God Percy etc.) send me a PM or comment and I'll see if I have something!!

Harry Potter: The Sum of Their Parts by holdmybeer

I literally have no words to describe how incredible this fic is. Dark Lord Harry Potter usually has unreasonable descents into darkness, ridiculously perfect Harrys and breakings of friendships, but this one gives it a whole new twist. Harry as a dark lord in this is VERY believable and his relationships with Ron, Hermione, the other Weasleys and the DA remain as strong as in school and become better in fact. Teddy is adorable and Harry is a wonderful godfather. The struggle with his conscience on what he's doing, Harry's immense magical power, Hermione's in depth knowledge and Ron's advice and strategy and their teamwork, and the technicalities of being a Dark Lord are very well described. Gen, with no focus on relationships. It ends abruptly, and the emphasis on the title itself rather than the deeds of a Dark Lord is a bit weird, but it is AMAZING. Check it out!

2. Marvel Cinematic Universe: Never Odd or Even by memoriaeterna

Are you looking for something to heal you from No Way Home? Or in fact from Endgame, Loki or WandaVision? Featuring BAMF Peter Parker, redeemed Loki, Peter and Loki friendship, Irondad, Stephen and Peter friendship, Wanda and Peter friendship, good!Thanos and Hela (well, sort of, anyway) and time travel, this fic is IT. One of the best fics I've read. Purely gen as well.

3. Merlin: Seeds of Darkness by N16

A realistic Merlin fic beginning from mid-Season 5 that reveals Merlin's magic and has a happy ending? Surely not! What I really loved about this fic was that it didn't follow the 'Prophecies are BS! Arthur learns about Merlin and is immediately horrified about what he's done for 'destiny'' route. Arthur does confront Merlin about this, but it is a consensus that prophecies are something to be wary of, and that destiny IS a very strong force. With a lovely Arthur and Merlin friendship, a wonderful take on Mordred and his relationships with Merlin, Arthur and the knight, a fix of Gwen and Merlin's friendship, Gwaine and Merlin friendship, BAMF Merlin, and a realistic progression of wary-and-slightly-horrified-Arthur-and-knights to them accepting the magic, this fic is one of the BEST. Gen, with Arthur/Gwen.

4. Chronicles of Narnia: Grey England by Alara

This fic is a lovely incomplete piece of how the Pevensies adjusted to being children again and back from Narnia. A very realistic take on how they didn't lose the qualities that had made them the monarchs of the golden age, but retained their childishness and flaws as well. Lucy's struggles at school, the Pevensies' close relationship, the friends of Narnia and Susan's drifting apart are all splendidly done. Gen.

5. The Queen's Gambit: The Slav Defence by Skellypup

This fic is still in the beginning stages, and the first chapters are not very well formatted, but the premise is interesting. Time travel has given Beth an incredible opportunity, and her reconnecting (for her) with Mr. Shaibel, Jolene and Alma, and her struggles with her addiction are very relatable. Gen for now, with tags suggesting Beth/Benny later.

6. Song of Achilles: My Grave; My Heart by fouryearslaterdrabbles (Cheshire Cat Life)

A cute oneshot about Patroclus remaining beside the grave and interacting with gods who are now forgotten. Mostly Gen, but hints of Patrochilles (mostly pining).

7. Miraculous Ladybug: Strings Attached by macaronize

A light soulmates AU. Identity shenanigans, misunderstandings and heartache ensue. The resolution could have been better, but it was definitely a fun read. Marinette/Adrien, side Alya/Nino.

8. Sherlock Holmes (Downey Films): Marriage a trois by Sorrel

Maybe Mary Morstan/John Watson/Sherlock Holmes isn't everyone's cup of tea, but I love the relationship and I ADORE this fic. Both Mary and Sherlock are of course already in love with John, their falling for one another is gradual and believable and everyone's characterization is incredibly on point.

9. The Hunger Games: The First Rebel by Linquist

The first and only OC-centric fic I'll recommend in this list, because Cara and this story are amazing. A brilliant take on an alternate 75th Games involving relatives of victors. Cara is a character with incredible depth, and the other OCs - Kol in particular - strike true as well. This story is complete, with a sequel underway. Meant to be Gale/OC, but Gen until now.

10. Frozen: Chaste as Ice by Karis the Fangirl

Not a particular fandom of mine, but this story is really very good. Kristoff/Anna and their impetuous natures, Kristoff and Elsa's friendship, Kristoff's protectiveness over her and a discussion on the realities of being a female ruler. Just. . . Sweet found family fluff.

11. The Lizzie Bennet Diaries: Hypotheticals by Matril

Fanfiction within fanfiction! Lots of relationship fluff. Ingenious idea of alternate scenarios of what could have happened being discussed by the characters themselves. Lizzie/Darcy.

12. Carmen Sandiego: Saved For Memories by Rueitae

A fic exploring Player and Carmen's friendship. Player is kidnapped by VILE and the faculty's characterization is outstanding. The metaphor used for the rescue is heartbreaking, and it's always nice to see Carmen outsmart the villains! Gen

13. Descendants: you love a pretty girl with a twisted mind by meliebee

Headcanon of a fic detailing the growing up of the Isle kids. Rotten Four as family and BAMF Mal. Gen, with Ben/Mal at the end and slight Uma/Mal and Harry/Mal.

14. Enola Holmes: In Spite of Ourselves by Eienvine

Angst galore! Enola not knowing how to emotion, pining, lovely family moments with Sherlock and Eudoria and a good old kidnapping to resolve it all. Enola/Tewskesbury

15. Kane Chronicles & Percy Jackson: The Death God Alliance by Asilda

I can't recommend this enough!! This series is beautiful. Nico stumbles across the House of Life, gets a god inside his head, nearly sparks an inter-pantheon war and befriends Carter and Sadie. Featuring the big brother Percy we should've gotten. Gen. Later fics feature Percy/Annabeth.

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