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    When people are desperate they turn to faith. Panem has done a good job creating a truly secular society, stamping out the religions of the past, but nothing can stop new gods from rising.

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    Or: When Gaea curses Percy to live in a world without the gods, he winds up in District 4 and is chosen as tribute for the 70th Hunger Games. From there, everything just kind of spirals.

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    03 May 2025

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    absolutely amazing, left off on chapter 34/35?

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    Nothing makes sense here.
    All he knows is that his name is Itadori Yuji, he’s eighty-three years old, the year is 2086, and he is stuck in an alien’s technique. There is no other option.
    There can’t be.

    Or, eighty-three-year-old Itadori Yuji appears in Sendai just a few blocks away from where his fifteen-year-old counterpart eats Sukuna's finger.

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    01 Jun 2026

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    Such a beautiful fic…
    So so bittersweet (had a physical pain in my throat near the end) but probably the best ending possible for Modulo Yuji, immortality never suited him.

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    "Itadori-sama," Megumi says, bowing deeper than he ever has in his entire life. Itadori is, after all, the oldest man on Earth; if anyone deserves respect, it's him. "I'm the sorcerer who'll be assisting you. My name is Sugisawa Megumi."

    He lifts his head in time to see something pass over Itadori's face—a shadow of some kind, an infinitesimal twitch of muscle. "Megumi," he repeats, his voice a low murmur, and Megumi's surprised at how familiar it sounds coming from Itadori's mouth. "Huh. What an old fashioned name."

     

    (Or: two hundred and sixty-six years after his death, Fushiguro Megumi is reborn. It takes a while before either he or Yuuji realise it.)

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    13 May 2026

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    oh my god this is already peak fiction.
    Modulo Yuji, my heart breaks for you my son :(

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    Yuuji has been alive for centuries.

    He doesn't remember the sound of Megumi's laugh anymore. Or the exact shade of his eyes. Or how his hands used to feel wrapped around his.

    He remembers only a promise. To find him again.

    It’s the year 2500 and Yuuji is the last living remnant of a world that doesn't exist anymore. The only one who remembers curses. The only one who remembers why he's immortal. The only one who still carries the weight of five hundred years of love and loss.

    Then he turns a corner, and sees a face he thought he'd forgotten.

    The boy doesn't know him. Of course he doesn't.

    But when their eyes meet, Yuuji's heart remembers something his mind lost centuries ago.

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    09 May 2026

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    The horrific, jagged jealousy from moments before transformed into something far more dangerous: a predatory claim.

    He didn't care where the boy had come from. He didn't care which foreign sea god—some pathetic deity from the edges of the world—had been so catastrophically stupid as to lose such a treasure. To leave a child like this, a living godling of the salt, out in the open? To let him be swept away by a stray current of rage? It was a crime against the divine. It was proof that whoever had sired this boy did not deserve him.

    He is mine, Poseidon thought, and the thought was a law. He looks like me. He speaks with my storms. He has my eyes. He is the child the Fates stole from me, returned by the very winds of my grief.

    Or: Poseidon thinks he's stealing a child of some foreign sea god for his own and Percy just thinks he's been booted backwards in time and together they make for half a brain cell.

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    06 May 2026