#fate oc: patroclus
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The Prominent Cast of an OC Grail War I've been thinking about.
Team Rider: Yuzuriha Kazuto and Patroclus
Team Caster: Gordeau Kazuto and Iphigenia
Team Archer: Helen Wagner and Abhimanyu
Team Lancer: Darrenda Linne Eisverd and Zhang Liao
Team Saber: Julio Waldesmo and Naoise
Team Assassin: Sol Yishi and Emer
Team Berserker: Light and The Unnamed Viking of Stamfors Bridge
Servantless Third Party: Seth Earstwhile
#fate#fate oc#gordeau kazuto#yuzuriha kazuto#darrenda linne eisverd#julio waldesmo#Helen Wagner#seth earstwhile#sol yishi#light (fate oc)#fate oc: patroclus#fate oc: iphigenia#fate oc: naoise#fate oc: abhimanyu#fate oc: emer#fate oc: unnamed viking#fate oc: zhang liao
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Fate/Memoriam Servant - Lancer
Lancer, a hero who sacrificed himself as a result of a man’s pride.
He and his Master are forced into being puppet masters, controlling the strings of fate yet unable to control their own. His wish? He has none, but when he meets the Rider Servant, the longing on his face becomes apparent. Ah, how cruel fate can be....
#fate grand order#fgo#fgo oc#fate oc#Fate/Memoriam#What do you mean the Rider Servant is Achilles that's crazy#Sorry Patroclus you have to pine from afar for now#His Master is a rich man in the mafia oops
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I beg ya tell me about your OC Yonal and Snape, I need to know about them.
omg,, my heart is so full rn qwq i didn't really expect anyone would be interested in them so idk where to start DFHFDHJ
Yonal isn't fully fleshed-out yet but I made a post sometime ago about them to kickstart their story and a snippet of their friendship with Snape but I'd like to add a few new info for their lore (I did mention that I'd delve deeper into their friendship) so buckle up!
(I am not well-versed with words so lmk if you'd like me to clarify something! ><)
Their friendship is something these two weren't expecting at all tbh and the fact that they managed to build such a strong foundation is somewhat peculiar to me, in a way that they have the most contrasting personalities that it even clashes from time to time but still having that "homey", cozy feeling about it. Yonal being carefree and chaotic, the type to just "go-with-the-flow", and thinks that the glass is half-full while Severus is completely on the other side of the spectrum, with him looking at everything realistically and pessimistically at the same time. I could describe their relationship as:
Sun and Moon
Yin and Yang
Achilles and Patroclus
Red String of Fate
There's more but they're basically rocking that "opposites attract" typa energy HAHAHA
Yonal is most of the time, if not, completely, unaffected by Severus' attitude but rather he (Yonal goes by he/they!) chooses to respect and understand why Severus is like that and would even offer insight in which Sev would always be taken aback. (Not saying Linx is a dunderhead but he can be quite clueless LOL) I like to think Severus learns to accept Yonal the way he is and even appreciate it (He wouldn't outright admit it tho)
There's a lot of things Yonal and Severus don't particularly agree in but there are a few that allows them to connect with each other like the thirst for knowledge, great interest for the Wizarding World, socks, dead-beat dads, loneliness, and other things that I cannot think at the top of my head rn hehe
Idk if I've mentioned this already but even though Yonal loves being an absolute headache to Severus, he deeply respects that raven-haired mf and wouldn't dare ruin their deeply-rooted friendship in any way. I explained in this post how he's willing to bend his habits for him and it is still true to this day!
What fascinates me about them is that they definitely keep each other grounded in a sense that they have that ability to calm each other's turbulent souls, which opens to a lot of vulnerable moments. Something that both of them don't really allow themselves to be in. I like to think they'd grow closer as they confide with one another. Sometimes, home is a person.
Back in the day, they had underlying feelings with each other but these two dumb mfs didn't want to poke and probe in fear that it might end the bond that they have so they set these emotions aside but it does slip out sometimes teehee! In present times, the old flame ignited on its own and over the course of the time they have together, I think it's safe to say that they'll eventually finally confront these feelings and get it over with. But for now, I'm evil and love to hurt myself so im subjecting them to a slow-burn love (angst included!) <333
There's much more that I want to spew but I think that would be for another time. Honestly, I just want Snape to be happy bc God forbids he have peace in his depressing life
As a treat, here's a silly one I made uwu
#asks#just two lonely people#severus snape#yonal linx#words are not enough to fully express my strong feelings about them therefore i shall draw many more pieces of the two blorbos!#i should give them a ship name lmao#sninx? yonerus? thonking vv much#young snape#dinxdraws#hope this answers you and im sorry that it's hella long qwq
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Chapter 8: A Prophecy Realised
Pairing: Morpheus x OC (Cassandra of Troy)
Warnings: mentions of death, mentions of violence
Word count: 1412
A/N: Here is chapter 8 of Fated and Forgotten! Hope you guys like it!!!
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Cass couldn’t breath. It was as if someone had punched a hole in her chest and had ripped her heart and lungs out of the cavity. The two guards that had been chasing her finally caught up to her on top of the city walls.
“Princess, you have to return with us.”
Cass paid them no mind as she moved forward, her hands gripping the stone ramparts as she hesitantly gazed over the wall. Seeing what happened before it happened never prepared her for the reality, it never made it any easier. Her legs started to shake as she took in the scene in front of her. Achilles was riding back and forth in his chariot in front of the wall, his sword held high in the air as his jet black stallion gleamed in the midday sun. But Cass was more preoccupied with the blood soaked body being pulled behind the chariot, dark curls framing a deathly pale face.
More footsteps echoed up the stone staircase as Cass’s legs gave out and she dropped to her knees. Her grief was all consuming and she didn’t even feel her knees connect with the hot stones.
“Cassandra? What is the meaning of this?” Paris said as he reached the top of the stairs. He walked forward, but stopped to take a shaky breath as he laid eyes on the scene below. “No. That is not possible. Find Prince Hector, and tell the King and Queen I wish to speak to them.”
“Hector is right in front of you, Paris. Killed by a knife to the throat while he attempted to bid for peace.” Cass said, her voice heavy. But anger began to ignite beneath the emptiness in her chest.
Paris made a noise of disbelief. “Hector is head of the army, he would not do something so unthought through.”
“He was trying to prevent more blood shed.” She pushed herself to her feet and turned to face him. She was only a few inches shorter than him, and it became obvious as she stepped up to him, rage starting to burn in her dark eyes. “He was trying to save our people from a war you started because you desired someone who was already someone else’s. And now my brother is dead.”
Regret, grief, acceptance and then rage flashed across Paris’s face. “This war has been brewing for decades. It was not the fault of a single man.”
“Peace could have been reached. It was you that chose to commit an act that would be the catalyst to all out war. Make no mistake, brother, this was your fault and the blood that has been split is on your hands.” One day she might regret her words, but in the heat of the moment, she meant each and every one.
“Enough!”
They both startled back to find their parents and other siblings at the top of the stairs. Their father stepped forward and the guards bowed. “What is the meaning of this? Cassandra, I forbade you from leaving your room.”
“Hector went to the Greeks in a bid for peace, trying to do what no one else had the courage to! But after he killed Patroclus, Achilles only wanted revenge. See for yourselves.” Cass gestured over the wall and kept looking the other way as her family walked past. The guards went with them and she used their distraction to walk away. Her mother screamed but she just kept walking, the emptiness in her chest beginning to fill with the pain of loss.
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Cass collapsed underneath a tree on the edge of Fiddler’s Green and finally broke down. Her fingers dug into the soft earth covering the tree roots and she tried to focus her energy on growing flowers, even as the sobs in her chest grew. The flowers had barely bloomed before they wilted again.
“Oh, my dear.” A soft voice said. “What on earth is the matter?”
She turned to find Fiddler’s Green sitting on the grass next to her. His human form was dressed in the same dark green robes he had always been when he appeared to her, his glasses halfway down his nose as he looked at her with sympathetic eyes.
“My brother is dead.” She choked out as she hugged her knees up to her chest.
His face dropped and he reached out to rest a hand on her arm. “My condolences. I am sure Death eased his passing.”
“I hope so.” She wiped at her eyes but the tears kept coming. She had yet to meet any of Morpheus’s siblings, but he always talked about Death with a fondness he didn’t hold for the others. “There is not long left now before my city falls; a week, maybe two.”
He opened his mouth to reply until his gaze was drawn to something behind her. “Lord Morpheus.”
Cass turned her head to find the King of Dreams walking towards them, the hem of his black robes almost shimmering in the sunlight. There was a deep frown on his face and he looked more uncomfortable than she had ever seen him.
“I will take my leave.” Fiddler’s Green moved his hand to her shoulder and squeezed it in a comforting manner. “Everything will work out in the end, my dear.” He bowed his head to Morpheus before disappearing in a flurry of flowers and leaves.
Cass kept her eyes on where he had disappeared as Morpheus moved closer. He lowered himself to the ground next to her and the grief in her chest began to ease. She noticed his proximity always seemed to calm her racing emotions and wondered if it had something to do with who he was as the King of Dreams, or if it had something to do with the reason she had an affect over the Dreaming.
“I am sorry about your brother.” He said softly, and she didn’t ask how he knew what had happened.
“I do not want to see the future anymore. I used to think knowing what happens would make it easier, but I was wrong.” She dug her teeth into her lip in an effort to keep the sobs locked in her chest before taking a shaky breath. “Take it from me. Please, I do not want it anymore.”
He moved closer and took her chin between his thumb and index finger, tilting her head so she would look at him. “I cannot take the gift or the curse. The power of the gods differ from that of the endless so I am unable to undo it. But trust me when I say, this feeling will pass.”
“How can you be sure?” She asked, bringing her hand up to circle his wrist in an effort to stop him pulling away.
“Because I lost a sister once. I was not as close to her as you were to your brother, but it will get easier, I promise.” He dropped his hand from her face, but turned it over so he could grasp her wrist in the same way she was holding his.
Her lips parted as she tried to understand what he had said. “You can die?”
“Every living thing can die, the endless are no exception. There just has to be someone to replace us when we do.” He dropped his gaze to their hands but she kept staring at his face. She knew he wasn’t human, but she once again saw a flash of humanity in him. He clearly cared deeply about those he was close to, he just had a job to do above all else.
He looked back up at her, an emotion she couldn’t place swimming in his blue eyes. “Alexander will be with you when you wake.”
“Why?”
“I do not think it fair for any living thing to spend their last waking weeks alone.” He said, his expression not betraying anything he was thinking.
She felt tears prick her eyes again and she hastily tried to blink them away. “Thank you.”
“You do not need to thank me. Now come, Abel has a new cake he wants you to try.”
She let him pull her to her feet and lead her towards the House of Secrets.
Chapter 9
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I feel like with your writing and style a Patroclus oc would be very interesting to see!
It's because of all the angst I do, isn't it? 🤣
But in all seriousness Patroclus would be fun to make. Especially towards his end (with him taking Achilles' armor). So if someone wants to make an Achilles to go with him-
I adore the tragic figures in romance which is why many of my ocs have tragic loves. Loxias accidentally killing Galatea and still having the memories of their relationship while Galatea doesn't. Lovette's innocent love of Ambrose and seeing him die only to be used and abused by his executioner. Catherine and Jasper who adore each other but Catherine is destined to kill Jasper. Lorcan making a pact with the devil to bring Ephemera back. Aegus losing his wife in childbirth then losing his daughter. The list goes on-
He'll be a sweet boy, soft and protective. Oblivious to his fate but willing to die for who he loves. Debating which dorm he should be in, possibly Heartslabyul? For my dislike of ignihyde I have the most ocs there 😒
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Northern Star
(Part one)
Hypnos x Male! Reader (From Wake Me From This Dreaming), Y/N x ocs, Achillesx Patroclus, Zagreus/meg/Thanatos in later chapters.
Pirate AU
Word count: 4.8
Warnings: Dark Tone, cursing, violence, deaths, sexual themes in later chapters, all the good and bad that comes from pirate life.
Notes: okay so, first thing. This is very different, I normally write Y/N and Hypnos as a knight/lady kinda romance. A lot of gentleness between them. This… won’t have that, not for a while.
This is an enemies to lovers fic, and I am gonna be honest, Y/N is and can be a mean son of a bitch. He is a bit of a bad guy in this fic. While that will change, I want you guys to have plenty of a head up.
All in all, thanks for your patience. Keep an eye out for the last chapter of the modern! Son Au and for more requests fics to come out soon. Thank y’all! <3 <3
I really hope you guys like this!
It was a common bedtime story told by Achilles. Patroclus would be quiet, brushing yours and Zagreus’ hair to help smooth you both to sleep. You pulled your blanket tucked up to your chin and Zagreus squirmed next to you as he waited for the story.
It went like this.
There was a legend of a man who loved a woman. But he had not even a penny to his name and the father laughed him out right of the house.
But he loved her so deeply that he took a risk and sailed all seven seas for a prize that was worthy of her beauty.
One day, he saved a goddess. So fond of the man, and taken by his love, a goddess gave him the ultimate treasure.
A pomegranate of gold and rubies, so rich it would have made kings weep and so perfect that no artist would be able to come close to recreating it.
He hurried back and nothing could stop him. Not other pirates, nor sea monsters, not even the sea itself.
Only to come back to her headstone.
Cursing the fates and the whole damn world, he took the gift of the gods and hid it from the world.
Now if someone finds it, every wish they ever had would be granted and the world will belong to him.
You never thought to ask if it could grant every wish, why didn’t the man just ask for his lover to come back to him?
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You were fourteen when you earned your mark.
Skelly patted the table for you to lay your arm on, the mixed ink and needles laid out. You obeyed, sliding in the chair across the ancient man. You were nervous even if you had already taken a man’s life. More than one life.
Normally it was your side that went on the enemies before they could do anything but these had been well seasoned sailors, and they managed to get on the ship. The sheer size of the man that had charged at Zagreus, small for an eleven years old, was implanted into your memory.
You had grabbed an axe and buried it into the man’s chest when he got close. Then there was another and another-
Achilles gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze, a proud grin on his face. You blinked when another man gave you a shot glass of rum, and Achilles pressed a finger against his lip. A silent ‘Don’t tell your pa.’
Your eyes caught on his tattoo. A single spear pointing up to a star. You had asked him what it meant when you were much younger.
“The spear for strength, the star for guidance.” Achilles had replied. He tapped the one on his chest, four hearts arranged in the shape of a four leaf clover. “This is the family. You, Zagreus, your Pa and me. Love and a little luck is all we need.”
You took the shot in a single go and tried not to cough. The men cheered and you felt several hands slapped your back.
“That’s my boy!” Achilles yelled out, causing more cheering and hooting.
You turned back to Skully as he grabbed your arm, the needle posed over your arm.
The first couple jabs had burned, by the tenth one you were getting used to it.
Later, you showed Zagreus and Patroclus. Zagreus grabbed your arm and whispered, “So cool! I want one.”
Patroclus smiled, “You did good, my lad.” You returned his smile but you saw the deep sadness in his eyes.
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(Y/n’s Mid-twenties)
You don’t think you've ever been this drunk before.
You took another swig from the bottle of rum, the liquid burning as it went down. It did nothing to smooth you or the fury in your chest and you took another drink, knowing that the next shot wouldn't do anything either.
“You’re hogging the rum, mate. Gimme.” Zagreus slurred, wiggling his fingers. You handled over the rum with a grunt. Zagreus raised the bottle with a hardy, “Cheers! Cheers to us all being useless fucks. Thanks fuck Pa is alive or we all would be dead right now!”
He took a big swig of the drink, coughing at the burn. You ran a hand down your face, leaning back in your chair with a sigh. The bar was crowded with smoke overhead, loud with chatter of drunks and the laughter of whores.
The bard, Orpheus you remembered his name dimly, was singing an unfamiliar song, his voice low and sweet even in this hellhole.
Typically when you ended up at Port Tartarus, you didn’t take the time to relax like the rest of the crew did. There was business that needed attendance to and repairs for the ship and a shopping list for the next trip.
It was only on rare occasions that you might have a drink and hopefully find a pretty face to spend a few hours with before you returned to the ship.
This time you needed to blow off steam or you might do something you would regret.
“It was right there.” You muttered, more to yourself than Zagreus. “I saw it in that boney bastard’ hands.”
Persephone’s hope, the golden pomegranate. Riches of the gods and it was that bastard Charon’s palms. You didn’t see it, not fully. Just a flash of gold in Charon’ hands, then it was gone.
But if you were being honest, that wasn’t what haunted you. You still remembered how Patroclus had collapsed after one of Charon’s men pulled the sword out of his body. How loud the dull thud was when his body landed on the white sands.
Achilles had wailed and tried to reach him even with his hands and feet bound as Thanatos stepped over Patroclus’ body with a dismissive glance.
Bastards, every single last one.
Gods, there had been so much blood. You had thought Patroclus had died right there. Even a week later, he was still fighting for his life, an infection had fallen on him and it felt like nothing was working.
“It’s not your fault. It was those Chthon brothers. They cheated somehow. Those rich assholes just think anyone can be a pirate if they pay off enough people.” Zagreus said, slapping a hand on the table. “I don’t know how they got there before we did. We took the short route.”
You took the bottle back and gulped down a drink, the rum buzzing under your skin. You thought back to how pale and pained Patroclus was, his stomach wrapped in white bandages and how Achiiles looked more like a ghost than a man.
They were all lucky that Patroclus survived, especially so for the Chthon brothers.
“Lady Nyx and her so-called starborn children.” You snarled. “We will make everyone see how mortal they really are.” Zagreus nodded sloppily, drunk on the rum.
“Lads, you’ve better be quiet.” Eurydice snapped as she walked by, her eyes narrowed. Your eyebrows shot up and you leaned forward the table as Zagreus gave her a surprise frown.
“Why is that?” You asked, tilting your head. Normally Eurydice didn’t care what anyone said, she heard it all in her little bar. The nervousness in her face and the way her hands tighten around her serving pitcher peaked your interest.
“Please tell us.” Zagreus added, much more politely.
Eurydice paused, and ducked her head low between you and Zagreus with a false smile, she said. “No. Just keep your mouth shut. I don’t want trouble in my bar.”
She moved to walk away but you held up a hand. “Wait.” You didn’t bother to pretend to dig for it. You tossed the largest pouch of money you had on the table in front of her, the rattling of the coin could be overheard by the sounds of the bar.
Her eyes went wide, covering her mouth with a single hand as she looked back at you. “What are you doing? Are you an idiot?” Zagreus whispered, using his body to block the sight of the coin.
“Eurydice. I heard the rent is going up. Higher and higher. I can put in a word for you but it is up to you what that word will be.” You kept your tone kind, polite even. You weren’t threatening her, you told yourself, just providing an opportunity.
Her green eyes darted between the money then back to you. Then her shoulders slumped, and she quickly pocketed the money. She bowed her head to whisper to you both.
“The youngest of the brothers is here at the port. Hypnos, I think his name was. He had been for the last few weeks.” She cupped the side of her mouth. “But what for I don't know.”
“Where is he staying?” You demanded, trying to keep your voice low. You ignored the nervous glance Zagreus gave you.
“In his ship, The Golden Poppy.” Eurydice glared at you, “You didn't hear it from me, got it?”
You stood. “We were never here. Come on, Zagreus.”
You didn't bother to wait for him even as he chased after you, a plan already forming.
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The ship was surprisingly small and its name was painted on in simple bold letters. You had watched it for an hour or so, and there had been no signs of life. You hoped Eurydice’s information wasn’t wrong.
It should be easy enough to get on it.
“This is a bad idea.” Zagreus said, hunched down next to you behind the barrels. “We don’t know how many people he already got on that ship.”
“Not that many if there is no night parole.” You replied as you prepared your flintlock. You normally used your sword but you liked having your gun as backup. You patted the side of your boot, checking for your knife.
Zagreus huffed, “What exactly is your idea? You still haven’t said a damn word.”
“We are going to burn his ship down.” You said, “Just a warning not to mess with us again.” And get information out of Hypnos, one way or another you added silently. You knew if you told Zagreus, he would protest. For a pirate, Zagreus had an odd sense of honor and this was already pushing it.
Zagreus bit his lip, “And that's it? Because I don’t want to start a blood feud. Especially with these guys.”
You rolled your eyes, it wasn’t like it would be a tragedy if there was one less Chthon brother in the world. Not after what they did to your parents.
“Don’t worry, I won’t kill him. If he doesn’t fight back too much. Besides, I need him alive to tell his brothers.” you muttered.
Then before Zagreus could say anything else, you slipped out and made your way to the ship. You saw there were no dangling ropes or ladders but that would have made things too easy.
You nodded toward Zagreus to use his grappling hook. With a quiet grunt, Zagreus’s shot was true and it hooked on the railing. Your hand went to your gun, you waited for a sound, for someone to notice but nothing happened.
You and Zagreus shared a glance, both wary of the quietness. But you were already here, so you grabbed the rope and started to climb.
You slowly rose your head over the edge to only to find an empty deck, only a handful of wooden boxes were stacked in the corner. You swing over the railing, mindful not to be too loud.
Zagreus followed right after and you gave him a helping hand.
“This is creepy.” Zagreus whispered, “I don’t like this. He should have someone watching the ship, right?”
Privately you agreed, but you couldn’t let Zagreus know. You couldn’t risk him losing his nerve.
“Just stay alert.” You whispered back. You pulled your sword out as you walked toward where the captain’s quarters should be. Zagreus did the same and stayed close.
The whole way there, there was only the sounds of the sea and the creak of the ship. You doubted that even the rats had a chance to nest in this ship. Everything looked too new, too shiny.
Then you found the captain’s room. The door was a dark red, stark against the soft brown of the rest of the ship.
With a backward glance toward Zagreus, you pushed open the door. You were surprised at the weight of it, and you had actually put an effort into pushing it open. You kept your sword at the ready, you remembered how Thanatos fought and you would be a fool to not assume the same from his brother.
Only the room was empty, there was not even a bed frame. “Goddamnit, I guess Eurydice got bad information.” You sighed, walking into the room. You scanned it but there was nothing. You glanced toward the single window, high up and just big enough let some moonlight in.
“Maybe he is somewhere else on the ship?” Zagreus said doubtfully. You shook your head, “We walked past the crew’s sleeping quarters and every single room was empty.”
“Oh.” Zagreus lowered his sword with a frown. He followed you into the room.“Hey, you aren’t going to really tell her landlord to raise her rent right?”
“No, Zagreus.” You twisted your mouth. “I am gonna ‘talk’ him since he is raising the rate up too high. This was the only way I could get her to talk. ”
“You didn’t have to be a jerk.” Zagreus added with a pleased smile. You opened your mouth to tell him off when the door slammed shut.
You and Zagreus both jerked, eyes wide. Then you heard the sounds of a lock. Fuck, was this was a trap? You didn’t even hear any footsteps.
“Gentlemen.” A high pitched male voice said from behind the door. “I must admit I don’t take too kindly to strangers just coming on to my ship.”
Hypnos.
Of course, he sounded like just his brothers. Arrogant son of bitches who acted like they actually believed they were starborn.
You snarled even as Zagreus tried to calm you down with a hand wave.
You stomped over to the door, and slammed a fist on it. “Oh come on, we didn’t even take anything. Why don’t you open that door and we can have a nice chat?”
There was a pause then loud and scornful laughter. “Oh sure, two big guys with very pointy swords who came uninvited on my ship -in the middle of the night, mind you-just want to have a nice chit chat.”
You studied the door, tucked your sword away and took a step back.
“Oh what’s wrong, love?” Hypnos mocked from his side of the door, “Cat got your tongue?”
“Nope but I am going to cut yours right out of your mouth.” You said cheerfully before you gave the door a well aimed kick. It didn’t break down the door but you heard the cracks in the wood.
From the gasp he made, so did he. It took two more powerful kicks for the door to swing open. You lunged out just in time to see the flash of red turned around a corner.
“Let go!” You yelled back at Zagreus. You broke into a run, teeth bared. You yanked your sword out, single minded on your goal.
“Wait, don’t kill him!” Zagreus called out as he followed you, “Remember, we need him!”
You ignored him. All that mattered was winning and that meant getting that good for nothing Chthon brother under your boot.
You paused when you got to a fork in the hallways. There were two halls, one went to the left, the other right.
You eyed the right hallway, it was much more well lit with more windows. Yet something in your gut tugged to the left even if it was much darker. You nodded to the right, “Zagreus, go that way. I am going to take the left.”
“Just don’t kill him.” Zagreus repeated as he moved down the right hallway, his sword gleamed in the faint moonlight.
“Yeah, yeah.” You muttered. You took careful steps down the hallway. He already tricked you once, he wouldn’t get lucky a second time. Then you saw the end of the hall, a closed door. And from what you could tell, there was no lock on this door.
You sneaked to the door, watching it warily. You pressed an ear against the wood, trying to listen for any sounds. You didn’t hear anything but somehow you knew he was in there.
You pushed the door opened, not sure what to expect. You frowned, it was a library. Of all of the things it could have been, a library? Just like the room he tried to trap you and Zagreus in, there was a single high window.
Utterly impractical for a ship. But…
Even you could admit it was cozy with a single plush chair tucked in a corner. You saw a delicate teacup on the end table, with a candle and you could smell the faint smoke from it. So he was just in here, not too long ago.
You moved your eyes toward the ground and then you saw a piece of red fabric, right behind the chair.
With a smirk, you moved into the library. You slowly made your way to the chair, and you got close enough, you used your foot to yank on the fabric. Only for two stuffed pillows to fall out from behind the chair along with a red blanket.
You cursed under your breath when you realized you got tricked again.
You heard his sharp breath before his footsteps rushed toward you. You whirled around and caught his wrist, the knife pointed at your chest. His head was covered by a red hood and all you saw was a flash of white hair. You dropped your sword, shoved him against the wall with a growl. You heard him grunt as he tried again to push the knife toward you.
You wrestled it out of his hand and grinned at the pained yelp you got from him. You shoved it right against his throat, under his chin. Then you yanked his hood off.
You stared at him.
You had expected him to look like his brothers and he did in some way. But where his brothers had been sharp angles and white straight hair, he was all messy curls and gentle lines.
His curls made the starkness of the white hair look softer somehow. His golden eyes, round and bright, glared at you. Even with his mouth twisted in anger, you saw the possibilities of what his smile might look like.
You saw a very small oil painting once, during the raiding of a wealthy merchant ship, of the Greek legend Ganymede. The juxtaposition of the man’s soft masculinity had taken your breath away the moment you laid eyes on it. Until then, you weren’t aware that men could look like that.
Now you were staring at the living embodiment of that very painting.
Then he spat on your cheek and sharply brought you back to reality.
You very carefully didn’t flinch or look away from his golden eyes. You pressed the knife in deeper which forced his chin up.
“Love” You said in the same calm mocking tone he did to you earlier, “Did you just spat in my face?”
He smiled and it made him look boyishly sweet. “I can do it again if you like.”
“No thanks, Hypnos.” You said, smirking at his surprised blink, not expecting you to know his name. With that, You punched him in the stomach and knocked the breath out of him.
~
You tied his hands together then dragged him back up onto the deck. With a rope you found on the deck, you tied him to the center pole. You stole a glance toward the skies.
You were surprised that the cool blue of a promised dawn had already lightened the skies. You haven’t realized how long it’s been.
“Come on, this is overkill.” He muttered. You tighten the rope around him as a warning. You smirked at the glare he gave you. His eyes swept your form as you moved to stand in front of him.
Then his eyes widened when he saw the tattoo on your forearm. You only had one, a single spear pointing up to a single star.
“You’re one of Achilles' men.” Hypnos said slowly, his eyes meeting yours again.
“Oh, good. So you do know my Father’s reputation.” You said as you leaned closer to him. “Too bad your brothers didn’t.”
He bit back a gasp, then he jerked toward you. His eyes narrowed and he actually bared his teeth at you.
“What did you do to them?” Hypnos hissed, and you took a sharp breath, not out of fear but because it was deeply unfair that such beauty belonged to a Chthon brother.
“Nothing. Yet.” You replied, then you realized something. “You don’t know yet do you?”
He straightened himself back up with a haughty look. The same one you saw on his brothers and it was enough to make you cool your heels a bit. Once this was taken care of, you would find a whore or two to make yourself forget that you even met this man.
“Tell me something.” You said, “How did your brothers know about Persephone’s hope? We were the only ones with the map."
"I am not telling you anything." He gave you a sarcastic grin. "So sorry about that."
You pulled out the blade you stole from him. "Alright, then. This is how this little talk is going to work. You are going to tell me everything I want to know but whether we do it the easy way or the painful way is up to you." You pointed the knife at his nose, lightly tapping it.
His eyes went crossed, staring at it then back up at you. His mouth remained shut.
You scowled, got close to his face and shoved the blade right next to his head as hard as you could into the wood.
He gasped and his golden eyes went wide and you could see the fear in them. Yet he never looked away from you, holding your stare. You had made grown men weep, hell even seasoned pirates flinched away from you yet he didn’t.
Grudgingly, you felt a sense of respect for this man. Even bound, he didn’t give in.
“I said it before and I am saying it again.” He whispered, and you felt his hot breath against your mouth. “I am not telling you anything.”
You sighed, pulling back. “Fine then, you picked the hard way-“
“Wait, come back!” Zagreus called out and you blinked, realizing you had forgotten about Zagreus even being on the ship. You tuned to the doors that lead to the deck, still open.
At first there was nothing, then it rushed out. All you saw was a small round and white blur, snarling and barking. Then it’s little teeth sunk into your ankle and you yelped at the pain, hopping back and cursing.
The man made a strangled noise at first, then he started laughing madly. You snarled and yanked at the fluffball. You were able to pull it off, holding it up with a single hand and you stared at it as it growled at you. It took you a moment to realize you were holding on to a very fluffy, very round white dog.
Zagreus came out, “Y/N! It’s okay, it’s friendly.” Then his head turned to Hypnos with a surprised glance, “Oh you found him. What is your dog’s name?”
“Monie.” He replied breathlessly from his laughter and you heard the fondness in his voice. Zagreus nodded with a wide grin, “It suits her.”
You were going to choke Zagreus for one, letting this ‘dog’ attack you and second, for bonding with the enemy.
Then you had an idea, one not even you liked but you might get Hypnos talking without taking off any limbs.
“Monie, is it?” You said. Your tone was polite but it was enough to make him whip his head toward you. You firmly ignored the swoop of heat in your gut at his narrowed gaze.
“Hey, whatever you are thinking of doing- don’t.” Hypnos said. Monie was still snarling and you turned around and walked to the railing of the ship. You leaned your hip against it as you turned to face him, looking relaxed like you weren’t about to kill something. You held Monie over the cold waters waiting for him.
You really hoped he wouldn’t call your bluff.
Zagreus gave you a look of horror but Hypnos couldn’t look away from his dog. For the first time all night, you saw real desperation in his face.
“So I will ask again, do you want to do this the easy way or the hard way?” You asked gently. For several heartbeats, he said nothing. His eyes were so expressive that you could tell he was trying to work out a plan. Even in the dim light of dawn, his eyes were shiny.
It was the fear in his face that stuck you. You had worn the expression on your own face not too long ago. For a moment something softened in you, but in your mind’s eye, you still saw Patroclus’ body on the sand. Your father’s wailing. And your rage came back in full-force.
God, to think that his fear was even a fraction of what you or Zagreus felt, that your father felt. Unbelievable, feeling pity for this man.
Still you wanted to pull the whimpering dog back to safety. But you didn’t, staring him down.
Hypnos spoke, his voice cracked. “Fine. Fine. Just bring her back on the ship and put her down. Carefully.”
Wordlessly you obeyed, Monie took off like a shot, getting between his feet. The little beast was shaking as it pressed against Hypnos’ legs. “It's okay. Good girl! Such a good girl.” He praised the little dog quietly.
You watched him quietly. You noted how his white curls fell in front of his eyes. The way his voice turned gentle for the animal between his feet. The slight curl of his lips.
“Zagreus.” You said, your voice loud in the still of the morning. You were unable to look away from Hypnos. “Change of plan.”
Later in the same spot where Hypnos’s head was, you left a simple letter pinned in by his knife, with the simple words. ‘We have your brother, bring Persephone’s hope in exchange for him.’
~
The sun was rising and even with the pounding headache that was slowly forming behind your eyes, you felt like something was finally going right.
The youngest brother, Hypnos was your captive and if his family was anything like yours, they would trade anything to have him back.
When you finally got back to your ship, The Moonlight Dancer, Achilles was waiting. His blonde hair was limp, and his stubble was slowly growing by the day. His bright blue eyes were marked by black circles. He hasn't left Patroclus’ side since everything that had happened until now.
“Where the fuck were you lads?” He asked hoarsely.
This was the first time he had spoken in days.
You handed the rope to Zagreus, not acknowledging your father. “Take him and that mutt and tie them up on the main deck, I will be over there soon.”
Zagreus’ eye darted between you and Achilles then he ducked his head. “Come on guys, I bet I can give you some water and food.”
“Just water.” You warned him. Zagreus flitched but he knew better than to disagree with you in front of the crew, at least with this.
Achilles watched them as they walked past, his eyebrows going up when he saw Hypnos. No doubt he knew who he was. No one else but the so-called starborn children had those golden eyes and white hair.
You stepped closer to Achilles and in a low voice that the rest of the crew wouldn’t be able to hear, “I handled business, I got the youngest of Nyx’s children.” You said. “I'm gonna have a talk with him. Then we can finish the whole mess and make an example of the damn family.”
Your father said nothing for a long moment, staring at you. Then with a nod, he spoke. “Good. Find out what you can and tell me the rest of the plan later. Go say good morning to your Pa before you do anything else.” With that, Achilles turned around and walked back under the deck.
You followed after him, your thoughts already going back to Hypnos, bound and tied to the ship. You could still picture those golden eyes staring you down. You felt like you could read every single emotion in those eyes.
This plan would work.
It had to.
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Tagged by @swtorpadawan to do this Greek tragic heroes uquiz for my OCs - Thanks!
Miraathis Riskav / Diaola Ziveri: Achilles
Sith Inquisitor: Male zabrak, aspirational LS, vengeful
Jedi Knight: Female twi’lek, firmly LS, protective
best of the greeks, eager for honor, and quick to rage: you could easily live content and easy until you're gray-haired, but glory and fame call for you just beyond the horizon. you are not prone to self-reflection and trip into the same pits of wrath at bruised pride over and over. are you truly ready to sacrifice everything so that your name will be immortalized? is your fury what you want to be remembered for?
(Interesting that these two got the same hero, given how different their attitudes and answers were/are.)
Talryn Starlighter: Patroclus
Jedi Consular: Female Kiffar-Arkanian, LS, unyielding compassion
clever patroclus, beloved patroclus, poor patroclus: you do fall into madness, nor vanity, nor hubris. not, that is, for your own sake. love for that golden-haired man, sorrow for your countrymen; it is for his name that you don his armor, and for the dying greeks that you ride into battle. every piece of you is willingly given away, even if after you are gone there are wicked things done in your name.
(This feels oddly appropriate for the Act 1 Consular in particular, even if “figure of terrible inspiration in battle” fits Talryn least of all these four.)
Lysandra Vael: Orestes
Sith Warrior: Female human, DS/neutral, honor + glory
you are your father's son and your mother's equal. morality and justice guide your hands through every act, no matter how vile, so that society may be preserved—even if you must sacrifice yourself. what is your flesh flayed by the kindly ones over your father being avenged? matricide, when sparing your mother would lose her respect for you? there is peace at the end, orestes, but the journey to it is dark and terrible.
(Once again, appropriate; she would do worse things than murder her own parental figures for the sake of honor and tradition/justice. And, like Orestes, character growth and changing circumstances may yet save her from fate’s requital.)
No-pressure tags for @starknstarwars, @ftmshepard
#swtor ocs#swtorpadawan#oc: miraathis riskav#oc: lysandra vael#oc: talryn starlighter#oc: diaola ziveri#oops i've never tagged dia before#i need to write my things
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Heya! So I've been scrolling through your previous posts and I want to say that your stuff is awesome.
Also, what gods or mythological figures would you like to see in the near future? I personally would like to see someone with the powers of the Lernaean Hydra or Chimera.
Ooooo! OK, so, I'd personally, I doubt they will, but I'd adore it if they added Mesoamerican gods. I think that those gods in particular would have a really cool dynamic with their humans tbh; like, I can imagine Huitzilopochtli (Weet-zee-lo-poct-li for anyone who has a hard time pronouncing Aztec words lmao) would be drawn to someone who has a fire to them and wants to make a change- maybe even someone who defends others from the cruel- he was the war, sun, and god of sacrifice, so someone who has had to sacrifice something important of theirs to get to where they are now would most likely be chosen by him (do I already have an oc based off of this idea??? Of fucking course, I'm a ho, duh).
And someone chosen by the Mayan Moon goddess, Ixchel (pronounced Ishchel), would most likely be gentle and perhaps someone that has or is currently surviv(ed/ing) an abusive relationship, because goddamn she understands. So, she'd def be more inclined towards people in that situation, especially feminine presenting people because, well, she's was also believed to be tied to women's life cycles so-
Again, I doubt they will because, well, Mesoamerican lore is, not only, a little hard to get ahold of and read from reliable sources sometimes but also, they were more.... brutal, by today's definition. So I'm a little afraid of them kind of... buttering the gods- they haven't done that to any of the gods or heroes I've seen as of yet! But, like, I just... look, media that does portray them does a rather lackluster job *stares at Fate Grand Order and Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid*
But anyway, I also reeeeeaaaaallly hope they bring Achilles and Patroclus into the fold too AND ODYSSEUS, maybe Gawain and some of the Green Knight (those two had me fucking DEAD when we read their story in high school).
ALSO THE CHIMERA AND HYDRA WOULD BE SO COOL, LIKE, DRACONIC CHARACTERS ARE ALWAYS SO FUCKING C O O L-
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some friends and i were talkin about how patroclus' ascensions should make him look more like achilles, and I died--
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Patroclus Dance Off: What are the rankings?
HOOOOOO BOY HERE WE GO
Lancer of Red: 5/10
Has two left foots when dancing but he's having some hella contagious fun. All 5 points are just from the vibes.
Patroclus Alter: 8/10
You'd think he'd be as bad as his base self but holy whoa can this man tango! He has to, considering how much he dances around common sense and logic. 2 points docked because of his natural attitude.
#oddnub-eye#vivien answers#fate series#oc; lancer of red#verse; fate/apotheosis#oc; patroclus alter#base pat however can dance pretty good if he has a partner to guide him#which is why he only likes dancing with achilles or his master
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My half of an art trade with @sweet13th ,drew her Fate OC, Patroclus Menoetides.
He was fun to do! Although I may have gotten a leetol thirsty, lmao.
Constructive Criticism is welcomed and encouraged as are likes and reblogs!
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Fate/Grand Order Fan Profile - Patroclus
almost positive this has been done way better, but I made Patroclus in honor of Achilles and Chiron being added to F/GO.
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hhhhhh loose feitos, bottom right is a friends patroclus oc
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My Fanfictions i have been working on since January
The Yarn of Achilles
Language: English.
Fandom: The Song of Achilles.
Rating: Teen.
Genre: Adventure, Drama, Romance, and Action.
Began Date: Jan/20/2022
Status: On Hiatus
Paring: Patroclus/Achilles, Patroclus & Achilles. OC & Thesis. Thesis/OC
Characters: Menoetius (Titan), Clysonymus, Agamemnon, Neoptolemus, Ajax, Human OCs,
Tags: Retelling, LGBTQ CHARACTERS, LGBTQ THEMES, No Beta We Die Like Men, Canon-typical Violence, Canon Compliant, Canon-typical, Rewrite, …
TW: Agamemnon, Canon Triggers.
Synopsis:
Pelides Achilles, Born of the ocean nymph Thesis, met his other half at a young age. The same isn't said for most beings. His other half Menoetides Patroclus, Born of the Titan Menoetius. The fates decided they should be star-crossed lovers and nothing more. But Achilles, as his name would suggest, was fast on his feet and twice as clever, and he refused to let the possible future the Moirai foreseen to subsist. Follow along as I spin the yarn of Achilles and Patroclus go from being boys to being men. Then men to legends. Watch them grow from rivals to friends and then lovers.
Chapters: 6/???
He's My Husband (Even if only in Skyros)
Language: English
Fandom: The Song of Achilles
Rating: T
Genre: Romance, Drama
Time: Feb/04/2022
Status: Complete
Paring: Patroclus/Achilles,
Characters: Thetis, Deidamia, Lycomedes, The Skyros Girls.
Tags: No Beta We Die Like Men, Forced Crossdressing, Crossdressing, Husbands, OTP, Fluff, Cute, Valentine's Day Fluff, Marriage, Same-sex Marriage, Same-sex, Gay Couple, Cannon Gay Couple.
TW: Bullying.
Summery:
Thetis kidnapped and took Achilles to Skyros to avoid the war. Then she demanded him to marry their Princess. In response he made an ultimatum with her. She had to give him two weeks to marry Deidamia on his own accord then she would reveal his location to Patroclus. Instead of trying to get to know the princess, he decides to prepare to undermine his mothers plans instead.
Chapters: 4
Not Ready for Public Eyes:
Our Last Summer
Language: English
Fandom: The Song of Achilles
Rating: Adult
Genre: Romance, Angst, Hurt and Comfort
Time: 3/13/22
Status: Ongoing
Paring: Patroclus/Achilles, Patroclus & Achilles.
Characters: Peleus,
Tags: No Beta We Die Like Men, Modern Au, Homophobia, Abusive Parents, Depressed-Blanket-Burrito-Achilles, Lost in the woods,
TW: Homophobia, Small Town Mentalities, Bullying (Mentioned), Self-loathing, Domestic Abuse (Mentioned),
Summary:
Patroclus and Achilles grew up together on a small island. When Patroclus graduates High School, Achilles decides to make the most out of their last two months together.
Loosely Inspired by Leaving This Blue Neighborhood.
Chapters: 1/10
Prompt Challenge
Language: English
Fandom: Jojos Bizarre Adventure Golden Wind
Ratings: Teen to Adult
Genre: Yandere!
Time: April 25th 2022
Status: Ongoing
Paring(s): Bruno Bucciarati x Fem Reader, Guido Mista x Fem Reader, Giorno Giovanna x Fem Reader...
Characters: The Bucci Gang, OC's if needed.
Tags: Yandere!
Chapters 2/14
#patrochilles#achilles x patroclus#tsoa patrochilles#writing#fanfic#ao3 works#ao3 fanfic#jjba golden wind
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Because i am still getting anonymous asks i will put it as simply as possible:
It does not matter that Faker Iskandar is not literally a replacement for Hephaestion because they are still effectively one. They took the name Hephaestion and gave it to a woman. Regardless of labels and plot reasons, the absence of Hephaestion is conspicuous when he’s the only one who won’t even have his design confirmed, and not the first gay man the series is conspicuously quick to shove under the rug.
What they have done is invent a reason to not portray a gay character while inserting a female character to take their place. The end result is the exact same as straightwashing, where the intent is often not to insert a straight character, but to avoid portraying a non straight one.
We can only HOPE this is all a set up for introducing the actual Hephaestion, but 1. You should not hold your breath given Fate’s treatment of an remotely marginalized group in the past (Whitewashing, Blackface, homosexuality usually only being shown as desirable in women which is its own can of worms, a distinct lack of effort when researching most non-asian figures, questionable OCs replacing well known historical figures with so much as a hand wave, and implied straightwashing already such as Achilles consistently being paired him with Atalanta and removing references to Patroclus whenever possible) and 2. It still makes this one of the most tone deaf moves in a VERY tone deaf series, when they would simply remove a character from a very precarious context and throw them into a far greater one without any change to how they’re presented.
Are we all on the same page now? It doesn't matter what labels they put on it; actions speak louder than words and their intentions are so rarely to be taken in good faith, with the end result here ‘conveniently’ being the same as if they HAD directly and unapologetically straightwashed Hephaestion.
Moving on now.
#fgo#fate grand order#fate series#hephaestion#straightwashing#nasuverse#lord el melloi ii case files#you should look at that for the good version of Faker in proper context#surpringly it works quite well#at keast if you ignore the greater more tiroubling context if this being a pattern as mentioned#you guys realize messaging me to shut up about something is definitely only gonna keep it on my mind#right?
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