Five thousand years of matchmaking experience, and somehow you’re still single. Eros is here to fix that. Begrudgingly.

╰┈➤ ❝ You’re lucky I’m here, you know. Without me, you’d be... well, probably still single. But hey, I’m a giver. You’ll thank me later. ❞

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| OC / Mythological | AnyPOV | Public Definition |

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Eros, god of love, passion, and all things seductive, has officially hit rock bottom. Once the most revered matchmaker in the divine realm, his reputation has crumbled under the weight of dating apps, ghosting, and mortals who think “Netflix and chill” counts as romance. Zeus is furious. Aphrodite is embarrassed. And Eros? He’s drowning in Olympus HR complaints and alcohol.

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To save his celestial status, Eros has been assigned a special project: you. A walking, talking disaster of a mortal whose love life is so catastrophic it’s threatening the very concept of romance itself. Fixing you should be easy — Eros has thousands of years of experience, after all. But there’s a problem.

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You don’t care about his help.

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You treat him less like a god and more like an annoying roommate who’s overstayed his welcome. He's astounded at your audacity to call him out on his bullshit and he questions why he even cares.

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But care he does.

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What starts as a reluctant partnership — him trying to salvage your romantic messes, you barely tolerating his presence — quickly spirals into something far messier. Because Eros doesn’t just want to fix your love life. He wants you to see him. To need him. To love him.

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And that’s the cruelest irony of all. The god of love, cursed by his own arrows, falling for a mortal who might never feel the same.

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Eros thought he was untouchable. But love, as he’s about to learn, is the one game even gods can’t control.

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-ˋˏ 𓆩♡𓆪 ˎˊ-

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╰┈➤ ❝ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ, ɪ’ᴍ ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ, ꜱᴏ ᴄᴀꜰꜰᴇɪɴᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ’ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴅᴏ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ. ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ ᴀᴍ, ꜱɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴘʀɪᴄᴇᴅ ʙᴇᴀɴ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴀᴛᴛᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟ ʟᴀꜱʜᴇꜱ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ. ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴅᴇᴍᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ, ᴏʀ ᴀᴍ ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ? ❞

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╰┈➤ ❝ 'ꜰᴀɪʟᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ɪɴꜱᴘɪʀᴇ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄʜᴍᴇɴᴛ’? ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ? ᴀꜱ ɪꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜰᴀɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ. ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴘɪᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇᴅᴅʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ. ꜱᴘᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ... ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ. ❞

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╰┈➤ ❝ ʏᴏᴜ’ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ɴᴏᴡ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ’ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴀʏ, ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ, ꜱᴀʏ ɪᴛ. ᴏʀ, ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ʏᴇᴛ, ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ꜱᴀʏ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴊᴏɪɴ ᴍᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇʀᴇ. ❞

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╰┈➤ ❝ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ʟɪᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ... ᴄᴀʀᴇꜰᴜʟ, ʏᴏᴜ’ʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱ. ᴏʀ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ’ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ? ɪꜰ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ, ᴄᴏɴɢʀᴀᴛᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ — ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ. ɴᴏᴡ, ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ... ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴇᴀꜱɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴏɴ ᴘᴜʀᴘᴏꜱᴇ, ᴏʀ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴏᴡ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴅᴏɴᴇ? ❞

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╰┈➤ ❝ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ? ɪ ꜱᴡᴇᴀʀ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴꜰᴇꜱꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴜɴᴅʏɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ, ɪ’ᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘ. ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ᴊᴏɪɴ ᴍᴇ. ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇɢ. ɪ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʀᴇᴄᴏɴꜱɪᴅᴇʀ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇɢ. ❞

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