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Coriolanus Snow versus Breakfast on Parade Day by loveshazel
Fandoms: Hunger Games Trilogy - Suzanne Collins, Hunger Games Series - All Media Types, The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes - Suzanne Collins
03 Oct 2023
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At four years, eleven months and two days of age, Coriolanus Crassus Snow had few mortal enemies, but one stared him right in the eye as he struggled himself through yet another bite of his breakfast.
Supposedly he could slip from his seat and get one small peek down at the Corso?
With a silent thud, he slid from the velvet-covered chair and tiptoed towards the glass windows.“Coriolanus Crassus Snow, what did I say about finishing breakfast before leaving the table?”
He’d never shot back into his seat so fast in his life. Once settled back at the table, Coriolanus wiggled his feet, unable to cease control of the excitement and he looked up at his mother as she came to a halt by his side. “I think I could finish it if I were allowed to look out the window whilst doing so” he tried, to no avail.
It seemed he was doomed to face his sworn enemy named 'porridge' before basking in the glory of Parade day.
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A oneshot based on the scene in TBOSAS where Coryo asks Tigris if he liked the parades at the start of the war, and she tells him:
"You loved them. You'd be so excited we couldn't get you to eat your breakfast"Series
- Part 5 of Loveshazel Hunger Games Works
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17 May 2025
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“Patroclus, look at me.” The king commanded, and I would be a fool not to obey. I tilted my chin to gaze up at him, the picture of a weak and humble servant. It would have been convincing if we were not both aware of the boy I killed, and the boy I had beaten. Accident or not, reputation persevered. “There are rumours that on the northern coast of Boeotia, a boy was born with golden eyes.”
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A rewrite of the Song of Achilles, in which Patroclus is a demigod.
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02 May 2024
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He hummed in contemplation as he plucked at his lyre. He would wait here for eternity if need be, lost in the stagnant waters of time, forever waiting for his Patroclus. For now, he had his memories to comfort him. His smile, the way it would reach all the way up to his owl eyes spilling joy from every ounce of his body. His swift, nimble fingers and the way he could twist and weave the rough wood on Pelion. He was a marvel, Achilles thought. In those moments he felt more than mortal, more than a God. A part of him was struck with pride, even the Gods did not have unions as ferocious and passionate as theirs, the Fates had not been kind to them but perhaps-
‘What are you thinking about?’
Or Achilles recalls old memories of his greatest love while waiting for him in Elysium.
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26 Mar 2024
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jamming my fingertips into all your wounds by riverdanceeee
Fandoms: The Iliad - Homer, The Song of Achilles - Madeline Miller, Hades (Video Game 2018), Ancient Greek Religion & Lore
01 Jun 2026
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The sole harpist in the university's music department gets expelled, leaving Patroclus' group missing a vital member for their final recital that will launch their careers. There is only one other person Patroclus knows who can play the harp. Unfortunately, said person is Achilles—the star swimmer of the university and beyond, who has a publicly unknown talent on the harp, and a largely unknown history with Patroclus.
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07 Feb 2024
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So my sun will shine again by ManonBlackbeak
Fandoms: The Song of Achilles - Madeline Miller, The Iliad - Homer, Ancient Greek Religion & Lore
04 Feb 2024
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His face is in the crook of my neck, where it belongs, where it has always fit so well like a key and a lock, the key to his caged heart. He is weeping once again, and it feels like the whole world is shaking with the force of his sobs.
“Achilles.” I whisper, tears flowing down my face once again and he wails even louder. For once, words don’t find him. He who was always better with them, cannot find them now.
“My Achilles.” I say again louder this time. And again, and again until I don’t know how many times I’ve said it, mind empty, ears hearing nothing but his sobs. I remember how for hours after my death he could not utter another word other than my name and I understand. I say it again and again the lovely vowels, the striking consonants of his name fitting perfectly in my mouth as if I was made to chant it.
A direct continuation of the ending of the book. Achilles and Patroclus reunite in the Underworld but the wounds of the past have still not faded and Achilles's guilt threatens to consume him whole. But now Patroclus is there. They talk of their time apart, they remember a time where they were two young boys in love, they cry, they laugh, they cry again. They were the first heroes to be happy.
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05 Feb 2024