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Of golden hair and angry eyes by ManonBlackbeak
Fandoms: The Iliad - Homer, The Song of Achilles - Madeline Miller, Ancient Greek Religion & Lore
28 Jun 2026
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His anger seems so stupid now, as he looks at those hurt eyes. How could he have ever been so cruel, so careless. How has he fooled himself into thinking that he would be able to sacrifice those beautiful sweet eyes, just so the Achaean warriors could live. Does that not make him a murderer too? One worse than Achilles. Worse, so much worse.
He hates himself. He hates himself so much he is afraid he’ll choke on it. He hates himself for loving him, for hurting him, for not loving him enough or loving him too much. There is no solution to this hatred, no end to this endless chasm inside him. It is only Achilles’ golden brilliance, his loving smile that has kept that darkness at bay and now? What happens now? Without Achilles, without his smile and laugh and love. He’d sooner die than hurt him again. He’d sooner die than let tears fall down that golden face. He’d sooner die than lose his love.
Takes place one day before Patroclus begs Achilles to let him fight in his place. Patroclus can't stand seeing all his comrades falling to their deaths while they do nothing to help them. It spirals from there.
Second chapter is from Achilles' point of view.Bookmarked by Si_ly
08 Sep 2026
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whumptober 2023 feat. sokka and hakoda - we love a good bonding time between father and son 🥰
all of these fics may be read as standalones, however they all follow an overarching storyline, and some may be more difficult to understand without prior knowledge. hope you enjoy <3
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Sokka had spent most of his childhood looking up.
He’d stare up at his father and the other warriors. He'd stare up at his mother and Gran Gran when they’d lean down to pick him up or press a kiss to his forehead.
He stared up at the older village kids, and up at the huge polar dogs roaming the outskirts, and up at the snow falling slow and lazy from the clouds high, high above.
Then he started to grow. The snow turned to ash, his mother died, his father left, and he didn’t have much to look up to anymore.
There was only one thing that stayed consistent, that always stayed far above his head, out of reach.
Glowing brightly and always pulling his attention– the Moon.
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Sokka has been touched by the ocean spirit and it changes everything during the siege on the Northern Water Tribe.
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- Part 1 of Rises the Moon