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The war had bled the country dry. Villages lay in ash, fields in ruin, and the countrysideāonce alive with rice paddies and songāwas nothing but silence. Children wandered as orphans. Wives were widowed before their hair had even turned gray. There were no young men anymore, only little boys left behind, too frail to fill the graves their fathers had already claimed.
The muddy, dark alley you walked through was silent, not a soul to be seenāuntil you noticed a little girl hiding among the ruins. The sky raids had not ceased, even though the war itself had ended. It was as if they wanted to flatten the entire mountain.
Her face was streaked with dry tears, her skin caked in dust, her small body clothed in rags. She could not have been older than six. You stopped a few feet away from where she hid. Reaching into your black bag, you drew out six gold coins and placed them upon a broken stone.
The girl could not see your face, nor any part of your body, save the hair that spilled from beneath your hat. The tailored coat and the brimmed hat suggested wealth, though little else.
āTake care, little one. Be safe.ā You knew she did not understand the words, but the tone of your voice was enough.
By the time you reached the alleyās edge, she crept out from her hiding place, snatched the coins with trembling hands, and vanished again into the shadows.
It was then that you saw itāthe forest. It had lingered in your vision for quite some time, pulling at you, drawing you closer. It cut too deeply to ignore. Deep enough that you had crossed the blood-soaked fields of war to reach it.
You had seen wars beforeātoo many to number, too many to care. Humans always found new ways to ruin what they held sacred. You remembered Troy. You remembered the madness of men who carved their glory into the bones of children. The human mind was curious, clinging to legends centuries old yet unable to hold the memory of slaughter just days past.
The soft ground sank beneath your boots as you stepped into the forest. It was an ancient place, older than the war, older than the empire itself. Fog coiled through the trees, thick enough to cling even in the black of night. No one stood to warn you. No one dared to stop you. You entered as if swallowed whole.
Removing the hat that had shadowed your face, you lifted your gaze. The air was damp, heavy, tasting of moss and rot. That was when you heard itāthe sound.
It was not the forest that hunted you. No. No. You had been stalked this vary sound long enough. Tonight, you swore you would find it, and when you did, you would drink it dry until not a drop of blood remained.
The hunger throbbed inside you like a second heartbeat. You ran, weaving in circles through the damned trees, chasing the sound deeper, faster, until your lungs burned with longing.
Why? Why did the ache feel so much like sorrow? Why did it make you want to weep? You wantedāno, you neededāto see their face again. To carve them into your memory once more. To hold them. To glimpse them just one more time. One last time.
But memory is a cruel companion. Nostalgia will bleed you dry. You knew it. And still, it could not be helped. Perhaps now, after centuries, you finally understood what your mother once told youāyou cannot outrun what was meant for you.
Some things, not even eternity would allow.
The forest twisted around you like a labyrinth, branches clawing at your dress, roots tangling your steps. The deeper you ran, the more the trees seemed to shift, forcing you in circles. Everywhere, the ground was littered with bonesāsome bleached by time, others still slick with blood. The stench of rot clung to the fog.
Irritation boiled beneath your skin. With a sharp motion, you tore the heavy coat from your shoulders, leaving yourself in nothing but the thin dress beneath. It clung to your back, damp with sweat and hunger.
Your body trembled. Claws and fangs pressed against your flesh from the inside, desperate to break through. Your hunger was no longer silentāit was digging at your skin, gnawing at your restraint.
That damned sound still rang in your ears when another joined itāa voice, low and unholy, threading through the forest like a hymn.
You wanted the sun to rise this very instant, to burn you to ash and end this wretched hunger andĀ torture. Rage clawed its way out of your throat, and you roared, the sound tearing through the fog.
He heard you.
Sukuna had known you were there long before you stepped foot into his forest. His. Every root, every shadow, every drop of blood spilled upon this soil belonged to him. And now, so did you.
The roar only made him grin, sharp and wicked. He had never seen one of your kind up close before. The blood lovers. Predators hiding behind darkness and sorrow.Ā
Yet even now, he saw itāyou were powerful, yes, but you lacked something. No divine curse technique, no curse weapon. Just hunger, just claws, just fangs gnawing at your own flesh.
And Sukunaā¦ he found that fascinating.
He rose from his lazy, lounging form with the grace. The red mist and fire sparks curled around him. Beside him, the loyal Uraumeās pale hands stilled upon the koto. The last note lingered in the air, trembling, before fading into silence.
āOur guest has arrived, Uraume,ā Sukuna murmured, his crimson eyes glinting like embers in the dark. A smile, sharp and amused, split his face. āPrepare fresh blood for her.ā
āYes, my Lord.ā Uraume rose with measured grace, bowing low before stepping backward, careful never to show him their back. The echo of the kotoās silence still hung in the air, as if even the strings dared not disturb him further.
Sukunaās gaze remained fixed on the shadows beyond his shrine. He already his suspicious why you had comeāwhy you had crossed land and sea, why you had wandered so deep into his forest.
With slow precision, he shrugged the kimono from his shoulders, leaving only the white folds of his fundoshi clinging to his mid-section. The air thickened as he stretched, rolling the tension from his neck and flexing his arms like a beast preparing to strike.
And thenāthe mouth upon his stomach split open, a grotesque second grin, writhing and alive. It moved on its own, gnashing with hunger, a will entirely separate from his ownā¦ and yet his, all the same.
āāā
It seemed you had lost your mind completely, surrendered to the soul-clawing hunger. To become purely animalistic, to forget what you were and what you had once been, to forget your dreams and desires, to forget your childhoodā¦ to forget your motherās scant.
There was nothing now but blood. Its scent clung to the air, sharp and intoxicating. Its taste lingered in your mouth as though it had always belonged there. Every heartbeat throbbed in your ears, every nerve screamed with want. Your claws flexed, your fangs ached, your body pulsed with the raw need to feed.
But even in frenzy, your body remembered the truth. Time never truly releases its hold. And time, when you had walked it for more than seven centuries, was merciless.
The wretched, painful, beautiful sun was coming. You felt it before it touched the horizon. Its light bled into the forest, brushing the edges of the fog. Your skin prickled; your fangs recoiled, your senses flared. You needed shelterānow. You could endure for a few minutes, yes, but no longer. The dawn was not something you could fight, nor could even the oldest of your kind withstand it.
The sunrise was too pure.
Too bright.
Too cleansing.
It burned not just the flesh, but the soul.
Your nostrils flared as the scent of damp earth, blood, and decay mingled with the sweetness of sunlight. Every shadow was a sanctuary; every hollow tree, a potential refuge. The hunger still clawed at you, sharp and insistent, whispering you could ignore the danger, could feed, could indulgeā¦ but your instincts screamed: run, hide, survive.
Homeā¦ you needed home.
āā
āMy Lord, should I bring the guest here? It seems she has lost her wayā¦ā Uraume emerged from the shadows, bowing low in greeting. Their eyes could only see Sukuna from behindāhis broad back, the curve of his waist, the long, commanding legs that seemed carved from stone.
āNo.ā Sukunaās voice was low, deliberate. Uraume lowered their head, expecting nothing less.
Sukuna stepped closer to the forestās edge, the red mist curling around his feet. āI have a little theory, Uraume,ā he murmured, almost to himself, though every word carried weight. āI want to know something.ā
Uraume heard the rustle of leaves before they saw you. Then, in a slash of movement, your ripped dress came into view, and those glowing, deep-red marble eyes locked onto them. Uraume had never imagined they would see such eyes on anyone but their Lord. Impossible.
Drool glistened on your lips. You were franticāshaking, heaving, every breath ragged. But Sukuna was faster than thought. Even as you emerged fully from the forest, visible to the eyes, he was already upon you.
And yetā¦ somehow, you were faster.
Sukuna, the King of Curses, had never faced anyone who moved like this. Faster than light itself.
Uraume raised a hand, ready to manipulate the ground to aid their Lord, but Sukunaās roar cut through the night before any action could be taken.
āSHE IS MINE! DO NOT DARE!!ā Sukunaās voice ripped through the trees, a savage declaration of possession, echoing like a curse through the fogged forest.
You werenāt entirely sure what you were doing, but you knew you had found the source of your nightmare. And now, he was chasing you, just as he had in your dreams.
He wore what seemed to be traditional Japanese undergarments, yet nothing about him felt ordinary. You were old enough to know this: he was no human. He was a curse. You had heard of such beingsāfew in number where you had livedābut you had encountered them before. Some took the shape of humans, their true nature hidden behind flesh and eyes that knew you knew. Others were monstrous, demons in every sense of the word.
He seemed a terrifying combination of both. Too tall to be a human male. Extra arms coiled like serpents at his sides. And that gaping mouth on his torsoāalive, writhing, hungryāwas the final proof. His face was impossibly structured, wired in a way that made the blood run cold.
And he was fast. Faster than anything you had ever faced.
You had little strength left, none that could match him. You could run, maybe dodge for a moment, but you could not win.
You needed blood. Any blood. Just a dropā¦
If you could drink his blood maybe you might survive. You stopped mid-run, and he crashed into you. Summoning all your strength, you twisted him around, straining to press your teeth to the flesh of his neck.
It took two sips for the truth to hit: this was the most vile thing you had ever tasted. Black liquid ran down your lips. You tried to spit it out, but it clung, burning, poisoning, threatening to kill you. And he laughed.
Now he was on top of you, holding your arms and neck to the ground like an animal marked for slaughter. Your vision shimmered; the sky shifted colors, the earth smelled fresh and fertile beneath you. His grip was so impossibly strong you could feel his mouth drooling over your tattered dress. Your shoes were gone, your heels dug into the earth.
The sunā¦ Oh lord, the sun was coming. Please.
āPleaseā¦ Suā¦ā you gasped, but his fingers clamped over your throat.
And then you saw him. Four eyes, the other side of his face monstrous. Was this the thing you would stare at as you died? A stranger? In a strange land? You couldnāt fightānot here, not nowānot with people waiting on the other side.
āTell me. How do you die? Your weakness?ā His voice cut through the haze.
For a moment, your gaze faltered. Normal eyes stared back at himāthe brown eyes of a woman who had loved, who had been loved. And now, the weight of that normalcy made things even harder for you.
āTell me how to kill you, and I will save you. Tell me, woman,ā he demanded.
He released the hand pressed to your throat. You inhaled sharply, coughing as the world spun around you.
You had to tell him just one thing. Harmless. Safe.
āGarlicā¦ā
He snatched a tree branch and drove it into your stomach. You roared, the sound tearing through the forest.
āDO NOT LIE TO ME! What is your weakness?ā
Pain exploded through you as you clutched the wood, wrenching it free with every ounce of strength. Blood gushed, soaking your tattered dress and the earth beneath you. Both of your hands were drenched in dark red, sticky and warm.
āSunā¦ the sunā¦ and wood through the heartā¦ and garlicā¦ pleaseā¦ bloodā¦ ooddā¦ā
Those were your last words before the world tipped into blackness, your vision collapsing into void.
Sukuna lifted you as if you weighed nothing, your body limp in his grasp. The mouth on his stomach licked at your blood with obvious delight as he strode back to the shrine, Uraume following diligently at his side.
Even as he entered his bedroom, bare and discarding his undergarments, he did not set you down carelessly. You were placed gently on the bed, and he stared, taking in the paradox before him: a normal woman, yet one who had moved faster than light, whose strengthāeven in weaknessāwas impossible to ignore.
Uraume returned with a small bowl of fresh, red blood and presented it to their master. Sukuna lifted the vessel, taking a measured sip before bringing it to your lips. Time and again, he repeated the process, until the bowl was empty. Gradually, your color returned, your strength creeping back into your body, though unconsciousness still held you tightly. The wound on your stomach was no longer visible.
āI will run a bath and fetch clean clothes for her, my Lord,ā Uraume said, bowing low before leaving to carry out the task.
Sukuna remained by the bed long after Uraume left, his crimson eyes fixed on you. He circled the bed like a predator admiring its prize, tilting his head, the mouth on his stomach twitching in delight at your scent.
He came closer, squinting his eyes as if to see straight through you. His hand brushed against your lipsādried blood still clung there, the same blood he had just fed you with his mouth. When he pried them open, he caught sight of your fangs. He could still feel the faint sting where you had bitten him, even though the wound had long since healed.
Then his gaze dropped to your handsāsmaller than his own, the long, vicious nails gone. Too soft. Too delicate for someone as monstrous as you. His eyes lingered on your hair, still rich and curled, still gleaming like a young maiden untouched by time. You were frozen, ageless, suspended in cruel eternity. A cruel eternityā¦ yet heartbreakingly beautiful.
His touch lingered at your cheek, his thumb grazing across your skin, and for a moment his wrath faltered. What a paradox you wereādeath and youth existing in one body.Ā
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I just hope this series (God of war Sukuna!modern) will continue, please don't left us hanging.
Everything in this fic was good, like fresh air from all the smut I had to read while looking for fluff or everyday stuff fics.
Btw you're the kind of creator that ghost us for some time and then appear with a masterpiece but I love this methodology more than everyday posts without meaning. Quality > quantity.
I'm easy. you actually don't understand how easy but thank you so much. I do have some plans for god of war sukuna and I will try to continue it.
I understand sometimes it feels like everything is a smut which is nothing wrong with it on the right time but sometimes u need a long slow burn or something emotional u know.
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Sukuna paced furiously through the vast, empty halls of his red-sand palace, each step a sharp echo against the cold walls. His mind was a storm of rageāthat bastard of a father had done it again. He had made him look like a fool again. Some brainless war and blood hungry twat.
And for what? A game.
Aphrodite had used him, a pawn in her petty scheme to make her husband jealous, to weave him back into her tangled web. Sukunaās hands clenched into fists, nails digging into his palms.
In all his long, ancient existence, he had never known loveāat least not in the way that mortals did. Was it a curse? To desire something so... fragile? How could he fight his father for something that felt so... unnatural?
It was against the very essence of who he was. The gods didnāt fight for women. They took them as they pleased. Love was a weakness, and yet... here he was, seething with frustration at the injustice of it all. How had he become this desperate?
He scoffed bitterly. He would never be so foolish. Never.
He looked out at the empty, red-stained air beyond his palace walls. The realm shifted with his emotions, and lately, the storms had been relentlessāsandstorms ripping through the dunes like echoes of his fury. The sky itself seemed to bleed in response to his mood, and still, it brought him no peace.
It had been a long time since heād set foot on Earth.
Maybe it was time.
If there was one thing mortals did right, it was living. They danced with death, laughed at fate, and burned through their short lives with reckless joy. They were foolish, yesābut they knew how to have fun.
And perhapsā¦ perhaps he needed to remember what that felt like.
Earth ā March 20, 00:00, midnight
School is about to kill you. Like, hang-you-from-a-tree-and-pull-the-chair kill you. You're not even being dramatic at this point.
Itās midnight, the second night in a row you've pulled an all-nighter, and your brain feels like mashed potatoesāif mashed potatoes had anxiety and caffeine jitters. There are three tabs open, five assignments overdue, and the existential dread is starting to feel like background music.
You're pretty sure your soul left your body sometime around 11 PM, but the body stayed to suffer.
You rub your eyes and groan, forehead pressed against your desk. Maybe if you die now, the gods will take pity on you.
Deciding you'd had enough after two more hours of torture, you dragged your body to the bed and collapsed face-first into the mattress. Just defeated energy.
At some pointāmaybe in a dream, maybe notāyou swore you heard something. A deep, thunderous crash not too far off, like something massive slamming into the earth just a few streets away.
But honestly? Who cares?
Youāre not getting out of physics tomorrow alive anyway. Whether itās a celestial being or your GPA that kills you, itās all the same in the end.
The alarm screamed in your ear like it had a personal vendetta against you.
You groaned, rolled over, and smacked your phone until it stopped yelling. Your body felt like it had been dragged across broken glass and shame. Somehow, despite going to bed at a criminal hour, you were still expected to function like a human being.
You managed to crawl out of bed, shuffle to the bathroom, and slap some life into your face with cold water. It helped. A little.
You left the tiny TV in the kitchen running while you threw on your uniform, shoving toast into your mouth with one hand and trying to zip your bag with the other. The news droned on in the backgroundāsomething about weather, a political scandal, traffic, your impending doomā
ā...and in other news, officials are investigating what appears to be a meteor strike in the city late last night. Authorities report a massive crater nearā"
The news went in one ear and out the other as you shoved your last piece of toast into your mouth. Crater, meteor, weird light? Yeah, yeah. The real disaster was the pile of homework in your bag and the death glare your physics teacher would be giving you in exactly twenty minutes.
It was suspiciously quiet in the house.
You glanced around and realized your mom and little sister were still asleep. Again.
You sighed dramatically, bolted up the stairs two at a time, and yelled loud enough to shake the windows:"GET UPPP!"
And with that loving morning message delivered, you sprinted out the door like your life depended on it.
Sukuna could have teleported. With a snap of his fingers, he couldāve landed neatly on Earth, right where he needed to be, no sand in his hair, no heat licking at his skin.
But where was the fun in that?
There was nothingānothingālike the adrenaline of tearing through realms, of sprinting from one planet to the next, of feeling the universe bend beneath his feet. The friction of the stars against his body. The roar of the void behind him. The thrill of impact.
That meteor last night was him. Landing like a damn explosion. On purpose. Because why sneak in when you can make the sky scream?
Now, with Earthās scent in his lungsāsmoke, sweat, fried food, something sweet in the airāhe rolled his shoulders and stretched his limbs, fully human in form, but still humming with godhood.
He made his way to the house.
It stood in a quiet part of the city, untouched by time or chaos. A simple place, but with walls strong enough to hold his presence. One of his few sanctuaries.
It had been a long time.
The house was still thereāclean, quiet, with a single light glowing in the hall. An older man greeted him with a respectful nod, his eyes filled with recognition but not fear. There were only a handful of mortals in the world who knew his name, his true face. This family was one of them.
Years agoādecades, maybe even a century nowāhe had saved a woman and her small son from a man who had tried to kill them. She had fallen to her knees and vowed her family would serve him in secret, keep his home standing, keep his presence hidden.
And they had.
Generation after generation, they had kept their promise. No worship, no dramaājust quiet loyalty. It amused him. Touched him, though heād never admit it.
He stayed only for a while. Ate a proper meal, let his body rest for the first time in what felt like ages. The house was peaceful. Too peaceful.
By nightfall, he was gone againāslipping into the veins of the city, walking among the neon lights and honking cars, letting the chaos of mortal life wrap around him like a second skin.
He walked like a shadow, unnoticed. The city breathed around himāworkers huddled over late-night snacks and beers, laughter sharp and fleeting. Beggars leaned against walls with hollow eyes. Life moved on in its messy, unbothered way.
He watched them all. Observed the world like an outsider, a god standing among antsāfascinated, detached, and quietly hateful of how time softened everything. There was a stillness in him now, the kind that only comes from leaving for too long and returning to a place that no longer knows your name.
He kept walking.
It wasnāt until he turned a corner that it happenedājust a split-second lapse, but enough. A group of students passed by in a wave of chatter and laughter, school uniforms fluttering. And thenā
Bump.
A shoulder collided with his chest. Light, barely a graze to himābut enough to send the girl stumbling back a step.
He didnāt look down right away.
But you dropped to a squat and muttered, "For fuckās sake, can today be any shittier?"
You held up her phone. The screen was crackedāsplintered lines running like veins across the glass.
Sukunaās gaze finally fell on you.
Still crouched. Irritated. Hair a bit messy, a backpack slung too low on one shoulder. You hadnāt even looked at him yetātoo busy cursing your luck. And for some reason, he didnāt move. Just stood there. Watching.
Something about the moment felt strange.
Familiar, even.
You stood up slowly, and finally looked up. Your eyes met hisāand held no shock, no fear, no spark of recognition. Justā¦ exhaustion.
With a sigh, you glanced at the phone again. Cracked. Of course. Because why not?
āSorry, sir,ā you mumbled under your breath, barely meeting his eyes before stepping past him like he was anyone else in the crowd.
And thatās what made him move.
His hand shot out, fingers curling around your armānot hard, but firm enough to make you stop. Your breath caught. A jolt of adrenaline zipped through you as you turned to look back at him, startled.
He leaned down, just enough for his voice to reach you without being heard by anyone else.
āYour phoneā¦ā His voice was low. Rough. āItās my fault. Let me pay for it.ā
You cleared your throat, eyes flicking down to where his hand still circled your arm. You tried to pull awayānot rudely, just enough to hint that you werenāt comfortable.
He didnāt let go.
If anything, he stepped a little closer.
āMm, itās okay,ā you muttered, awkwardly trying to tug your arm free.
āI broke it,ā he said simply, āIāll buy you another.ā
āYou donāt have to,ā you said, trying to give him a smile that said thank you but please let me go now before I start crying.
But he wasnāt moving. Still towering. Still staring. Still holding your arm like that would convince you.
āI can even fix it. Iām very good with my hands,ā he added, for no reason at all. It wasnāt even flirty. It was justā¦ random.
You blinked at him.
He stared into your eyes for a long momentātoo long, honestlyāand then, without a word, turned and started walking, dragging you along with him like it was the most normal thing in the world.
Your heart skipped. Is this some new form of kidnapping? Granted, he was ridiculously attractive, and part of you wasnāt mad about itā¦ but still. Weird.
"You seem hungry," he said, almost to himself. "I will feed you."
He walked at a leisurely pace, but his legs were long, so you had to practically jog to keep up.
"Sir, pleaseā¦ can you stop?" you asked, trying to tug your arm back.
āDo not fear,ā he said in a deep tone, like he was blessing you. āI am rich in many things. I will support you.ā
ā...I'm sorry, are you offering me a full-ride scholarship or...?ā
He looked at you then, eyes narrowing like you had just spoken a completely alien language. āYou learn,ā he said thoughtfully, āThat is good. You will be smart. Useful.ā
You blinked at him, baffled. "You really donāt need to pay for anything. Iām fine. I just want to go home nowā¦ so if you donāt mind, could you please let me go?"
He looked even more confused. āBut you are hungry. And small. And your phone is broken.ā
You stared up at him, somewhere between panicked and offended. āIām not small. Iām just... average. And hungry is not a reason to abduct someone.ā
He looked genuinely puzzled. āHow else does one get fed?ā
āUsually by asking.ā
He blinked. Like the idea had never occurred to him. Like this was groundbreaking human wisdom. āHmm.ā
You finally wrenched your arm free, breathing a sigh of relief as you put some space between you. āLook, I appreciate the... whatever this is. But I have homework. And a cracked phone. And a physics teacher who might actually be Satan in disguise.ā
Sukuna tilted his head. āI have met Satan. He does not teach.ā
Your mouth dropped open a little. āOkay. Cool. Love that for you. Goodbye now.ā
You turned around, actually intending to walk away this timeābut of course he followed.
You spun around. āAre you seriously following me?ā
He stopped, looking only slightly sheepish. āI wish to observe you.ā
āI am not an animal at a zoo!ā
āI did not say that.ā
āYou implied it!ā
A long pause. Then, completely deadpan, he asked: āDo you require enrichment activities?ā
You gaped at him, halfway between bursting into tears and laughing in pure disbelief. āYouāre insane.ā
He smiled at that. It was the first time heād smiled since the whole thing began. And for a second, it was actually kind of nice.
Then he said, āInsanity is a mortal affliction. I am far worse.ā
You took a deep breath, turned around, and started walking again. āOkay. Whatever. Just donāt touch me. And stay, like, five steps behind. Minimum.ā
To your surprise, he obeyed.
Sort of.
Exactly five steps.
And unfortunately for you, he looked way too satisfied about it.
The next morning, you showed up to school with two hours of sleep, a cracked phone, and an unshakable sense of doom.
Which, to be fair, had nothing to do with the physics quiz you definitely forgot about and everything to do with the 6'6" disaster man who had insisted on āwalking you homeā and then waited outside your house all night.
You peeked out the window at 3am. He was still there. Sitting cross-legged on the curb like some cursed statue. At one point, he caught a moth in his hand and just... stared at it for fifteen minutes.
You were 70% sure he didnāt blink once.
And now?
Now, as you stood in the hallway of your school, trying to blend into a locker like a background character in your own life, rumors were already spreading.
āDid you see that guy outside?ā
āHeās so hot, what the hellāā
āHe asked the vending machine if it āgranted offerings.āā
āNO, because he tried to bless me when I dropped my juice box.ā
āWait wait wait, didnāt he walk in with her?ā
Her, being you.
You had made the grave mistake of trying to get to school alone.
You had literally turned the corner and there he was. Leaning against a streetlamp. Like a Marvel villain waiting for his monologue.
You tried to ditch him, but that just resulted in him following you even faster, muttering things like āWhy are you running?ā and āIs this a game?ā
And when you finally gave up and let him walk beside you, three girls had tripped over themselves and one guy dropped his entire croissant.
Now he was loitering somewhere near the front gates, terrifying the student body with his jawline. You heard a ding from your busted phone. It still worked. Barely.
You opened your messages and saw:
Unknown Number:
Do you require offerings today. Perhaps pastries. You did not consume enough last night.
You stared at the message.
Then at the sky.
Then back at the message.
How did he even get your number? Why is he talking like a sugar daddy?
A time for rest. A time for food. A time for peace.
Except today, none of that applied. Because halfway through opening your soggy sandwich, a shadow fell over your table.
You looked up.
And there he was.
God of Chaos. Lord of Bad Timing.
He stood there in all his tall, absurdly attractive, menacing glory, holding what looked like three bagsāthree entire bagsāfrom the most expensive bakery in town.
And then he said it.
Loudly.
Clearly.
Like he was announcing a royal decree: āThis mortal girl is under my protection.ā
Silence.
Complete, nuclear, death-drop silence.
Every table stopped chewing. Forks froze mid air. Someone choked on a mozzarella stick and was silently patted on the back by a stunned teacher.
You stared at him, horror creeping up your spine. āCan you not say things like that out loud?ā
He blinked. āWhy? It is true.ā
You wanted to scream. Or die. Preferably all two in rapid succession.
āPlease sit down,ā you hissed, dragging him by the sleeve before he got you expelled.
He sat. He sat like someone didnāt understand the concept of personal space. His leg was pressed to yours. His shoulder brushed yours. He was leaning in.
You scooted 5 inches away.
He scooted 6 back.
āHere,ā he said, opening one of the bags and pulling out a perfect, golden croissant. āThis is a peace offering.ā
āYou donāt need to offer me peace.ā
āBut you looked upset this morning. It angered me. Was it another mortal? I can smite him.ā
You choked on air.
āPlease donāt smite anyone. Please just... be normal for five minutes.ā
He tilted his head, confused. āI am being normal. I bought you bread....ā
he is being normal guys i swearā¦ā¦ also likeā¦ iāve always thought Mars was cool asf ok
sry i havenāt been posting a lot girlfriends!! school is starting, full-time job, AND my computer is literally being held together by fucking duct tape but i promise iāll get a new one soon š
but likeā¦ i cannot even begin to thank yāall enough for checking up on me and being SO NICE??? this community has been there for me and I LOVE YOU ALL SOOO MUCHHH šāØ
Hellou! I was doing my check up on the people I follow to see if they got something new/what they are doing and I saw you weren't active in 10 days. I just wanted to ask if everything is okay. Sorry if I bothered you, have a great day!
love, you donāt know how much this means to me!!!š«¶ i have been well u know just been stupidly busy. i want to write and post so bad i just donāt have time i work like full time u know but i will be part time soon and i will definitely have more time loves!!! thank you so much for the birthday wishes too like this is my safe and special place ššš„°.
you didnāt bother me one bit and you too have a great dayšš!
Since you decided to send me a cat gif without my consent hereās my unsolicited dick pic in return
btwwww who the fuck watched superman like I WANT THIS MAN SOOOOOO BAD!!!!!
what position was his mom getting demolished in because MY LORD Heaven!! š I also saw he had a baby and a WIFE??? Like hello??? What was the prayer she whispered before letting THAT man rearrange her insides???
What was her heart rate?? Her breathing pattern?? Were her chakras aligned or did they just fly out of her body on impact???
Because. Have you SEEN HIM????
This is a scientific inquiry now. Iām not jealous Iām conducting research. For humanity. For future generations. For feminism.
i promise iām doing okšš«¶ im not spiraling IM OK BELIEVE ME!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAYY!! I hope u have the greatest day everyāØ
THANK YOU SO MUCH, LOVE!! š„¹š
It was a great day!!!! I had so much fun and got to do sooo many thingsā¦
(actually, no. I had a mid day, ended up fighting with my coworkers who was 60 years old, and I didnāt even get to do the ONE thing I wanted which was order takeout. Like I couldnāt even have that?? and basically spent the day spiraling :)š)
BUT IT WAS THE. BEST. DAY. EVERRRRRR ANYWAY iām thrivinggggggg šāØš
