#cupid reader

[thereader-inserts]

(ㅅ´ ˘ `) This is a Valentine’s Transformers Parody reader insert idea!

Cupid's are born from the strong love of mortals. They flourish in the petals of spring, until they are ready to ascend to heaven and start their duty as matchmakers.

But there was one cupid, who stuck out from the rest. They were born the same way as the other cupids, but for some reason, they never liked the season of love, or the feelings that swelled inside their spark.

This cupid, who was so grumpy and antisocial, was the Reader. They preferred to start their day at their house, completely ignoring their duties. They wanted nothing more than to ignore the couples below, as they thought that they could solve themselves and fall in love without an arrow's help.

Unfortunately, the other cupids thought otherwise, and always dragged them out to force them to work. The result of the gloomy cupid was half-ass'ed at best. Rarely did they ever cooperate, and when they did, they fled the scene completely, running away from the "I told you so" and the "Was that so hard?" from other cupids.

This was a cycle until the cupid was summoned by their superiors. The supervisors that monitored their behavior and their actions were unsurprisingly disappointed at the grumpy cupid's poor performance.

They whispered at eachother, while the cupid stood still. They wanted nothing more than to leave and lock themselves up, or at least find a soft patch of clouds to lie on. Anything to fight the growing ache of standing in front of their annoying superiors angels.

The whispers die down once the angels come to an agreement. Their hooded figures peer down, their feathers fluffing up from their post. They speak in harmony, their voices clamoring in unison.

"We have a quest." The angels whisper loud enough to make the cupid hear.

"You must retrieve two mortals."

"One with red eyes and sharp edges."

"The other dawning red and blue."

"Bring them to us, and we shall decide the rest."

A golden scroll appears from thin air, coaxing the cupid to grab it. The bleak cupid rolls their eyes, exasperated; this was the last thing they wanted, but refusing a direct order from the higher ups can lead to extreme –over exaggerated– consequences.

With a sigh, they grab the scroll and stuff it into their satchel before turning 360° to march out.

'What a drag.'

The cupid stomps down to a nearby valley of soft clouds and sits down crisscrossed. They rest their head between their hands to glower at the Earth below.

'Stupid angels, I hope you all choke on your halos and fall from grace.' They curse, glaring with malice at nothing in particular.

Their expression falters. The scroll squirms and flutters with urge, reminding the cupid of the mission at hand.

'Great Guardian above, give me patience.'

Their hand shoots into the satchel to snatch the scroll, then they raise it to the sky, the sun seeping through the parchment.

'Let's get this over with.'

The cupid gets up from the comfort of the clouds to let the scroll guide them –more like drag them– down to the mortal plain where the couples grazed.

(I made this in my old Wattpad account. You can tell that I had more creative juices in my Wattpad days. Good times.)

[the-autistic-vulcan]

Love And Other Things (Aziraphale x Cupid!Reader x Crowley)

Summary: You are a Cupid - the angel associated with all things love. You come to visit Aziraphale and Crowley as per your friendship for the last 6000 years. It's a casual talk, all you want to do is enjoy it. However, with Valentine's Day being upon Soho, you cannot seem to concentrate all that much.

a/n: to celebrate the announcement of GO3, i thought i would go back to my roots and write for this fandom bc the children yearn for these cuties

a/n: cupid!reader, reader is femme presenting, crowley uses all pronouns, aziraphale uses he/him, furfur mention bc i am a sucker for the character (i know he won't appear in GO3 but let me dream), nina and maggie mention, fluffy fluffy fluff fluff

gif credits: @drugstoreperfumemp3, @nicostiel

You were a Cupid - the angel of love. Adorned on every tattoo, dress, table cloth, and all other Valentine's memorabilia for all conceivable time. You wore the typical pastel pinks, blues and yellows, your hair looked so soft it was perceived as cotton candy for babies, and if anything - you kind of hated your powers.

Cupids had amplified abilities of regular angels, you could feel love. Like, really feel it. It was a common occurrence whenever you would come to Earth every now and again, it would overwhelm you sometimes. This week was going to be far worse. Soho was going to be decorated head to toe in pink, red and white - hearts and doves and everything that represented all that you stood for was going to be in your face and felt in the pit of your divine soul.

Aziraphale and Crowley had different feelings on the matter. Aziraphale had plastered hearts and other lovey-dovey décor on the walls and bookshelves of the bookshop. Crowley was sitting in the armchair with a glass of wine simply staring, he didn't have his shades on.

"...you sure about this, Angel?" She asks, speaking the pet name uncharacteristically soft.

"Of course, dear," Aziraphale replies. "Why? Not in the mood for such a wonderous occasion?"

Crowley shook her head, "Nah. Nah. Not not in the mood, just...antsy. Y'know...like an...ant."

Aziraphale shook his own head, "Don't be so silly. Besides, we have our dear cupid to look out for. She's visiting today. I do hope she likes it."

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Walking down the streets of Soho, you couldn't exactly pin down the feeling you were experiencing. Yes, this was your holiday and love was in the air. But you also felt nauseous? Light headed? Lethargic? Either way, your divine aura couldn't escape the things you were feeling from the humans surrounding you.

Aziraphale noticed you in the window, stumbling across the street to get to the bookshop. A man with a bouquet of roses came up to you asking you if you wanted one, to which you subtly clicked your fingers and miracled him a swarm of clientele to buy them

Once you walked into the bookshop, Aziraphale caught your gaze. "Hello dear friend." He greets, ever so jovial.

"...yes, hello." You greet back, begrudgingly. You plopped yourself on a spare chair by Aziraphale's desk, Crowley giggling to themself.

"You look hellish." She slithers, you bore your eyes into her own.

"I absolutely hate this time of year." You replied, trying to regain yourself. "I appreciate that this holiday means something - means a little less work for me. But goodness gracious does it make me nauseous."

Crowley leaned forward, "Listen, Cherub," he speaks, "Valentine's and love and all that nonsense is what you do best - the moment you walk by the coffee shop, I shit you not, Maggie and Nina were smiling ear to bloody ear. Humans are thankful for your care."

You smiled a little, rubbing your forehead. "Mhm, how kind. I love feeling like my aura is going off to the point of hot flashes."

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After a while, you were back to your normal self for the most part, having refreshments with the angel and demon - you had strong coffee, Aziraphale and hot chocolate, and Crowley drank another glass of wine. The conversation had slightly shifted.

"So, friend," Aziraphale speaks, "How is everything with you and...the stag?"

You quirked a brow, "Furfur." You sipped your coffee again. "Eternity could be simpler than this. He and I have been away from each other."

"Away how?" Crowley inquires.

"We've both just been incredibly busy." You retorted.

"What kind of busy is pushing stamps and shooting arrows at lonely people?"

"It's what we do." You replied. "But we try to make it work - besides, we're going to the theatre tonight. Magic show, he loves that sort of thing."

Aziraphale looked to Crowley. Crowley looked back with the faintest hint of a smile. You stared down, as if you were greatly interrupting something.

"I hate the shift in my holiday, but I cannot hate the holiday itself." You confessed. "In fact, it gives me an excuse just to see the yearly quota. Head Office wants to know the divine numbers, I suppose."

The three of you for the rest of the day spent it in each other's company until the evening fell upon you. You were getting ready to leave. Crowley excused herself to check on the car - it left you and Aziraphale in the bookshop.

"How..." You start, "How do you and Crowley make it work?" You asked him. "I want Furfur and I to work out so desperately - but I worry."

Aziraphale smiled, taking your hands in his own and gently spoke like a parent to a child.

"Y/N, love, as your cupid corps cleverly says, is terribly unpredictable. Crowley and I are complicated to say so little - but we allow our actions to decide our feelings rather than our words. If you want Furfur, and if Furfur wants you, perhaps let the universe guide it instead of your divine power. Keep it real to how you both want it."

You nodded, letting go and heading for the door. "...the decorations you put up are gorgeous." You speak before leaving completely.

Crowley came back a little later, "Cherub?" He calls. "...Angel, where'd she go?"

Aziraphale smiles broadly, "She has an event to go to."

Love was in the air. And maybe you didn't hate it as much as you said you did.

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[multifandombookstore]

ROTG x cupid!reader

pairing: platonic guardians x cupid!reader, hinting at romantic Jack x reader

genre: fluff?

warnings: very vague mention of your death to become a guardian 

growing up, you had always been very kind and just full of love

so, it was no surprise when you became the guardian of love, Cupid

everyone believes you to be this calm and mystical creature, but in actuality, you’re quite...chaotic 

if it wasn’t for North, who you view as a father figure, you’d be causing quite the stir with all of your chaos 

when you first became a guardian, you were confused as to why The Man in the Moon would want you 

aren’t guardians supposed to protect the children or something like that? 

well, apparently that’s not all they do

besides, your love isn’t just romantic love

you also do familial love and friendly love, even though you don’t dabble in those categories much since romantic love is where people mainly struggle

so, it makes sense that you can aide the guardians by helping children find love and be loved

North immediately took you under his wing, which you find out later he does for everyone

he explained the whole guardian thing to you and helped you find your way

Tooth ended up becoming a sister-like figure and Bunny a brother-like figure

despite Sandy being much older than you, you act like he’s your younger sibling, almost like he’s your own child. He’s just so sweet and precious, okay?

when Jack comes into the picture though, all bets are off on keeping you contained 

you two cause havoc together that even North can’t contain 

you two especially like messing with the elves and Yeti, and of course Bunny, to his dismay 

something funny you like to do is whenever anyone in your makeshift family starts arguing (read: Jack and Bunny), you’ll hit them with a special kind of friendship arrow where they basically will forget what they were arguing about and just stand there for a solid two minutes hugging

it’s even funnier when it wears off though since they’ll be disgusted at the fact they’re hugging (before they get mad at you and chase you around North’s shop)

everyone loves helping you out on Valentine’s Day!! 

Bunnymund is usually in charge of the flowers and making all the bouquets and arrangements

North is in charge of the little gifts that lovers will share with one another

Sandy is in charge of giving them all dreams of their sweethearts

Tooth is in charge of sneakily sliding love letters and notes where ever you tell her to 

and Jack is in charge of causing ‘accidents’ to happen. Oh, you thought your books just randomly got too heavy on one side, causing them to crash to the floor next to the hot guy standing beside you which just so happens to grab his attention and make him help you which just so happens to spark conversation between you two? Yeah, I have some news for you

all of them are there for you whenever you get sad that a couple didn’t work out, when someone abandons a child, and so on. They remind you that you’re only one person and that you can’t help everyone all at once 

as for Jack, this could go one of two ways

he can end up being like your brother and best friend combined, or he can end up becoming your lover

it’s up to you what to imagine ;)

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Like a Falling Star. - Ezekiel

Ezekiel x Cupid!reader, Falling For You, Valentines event, gender neutral reader

Cws: spoilers for Seraphim Slum, religious themes sorta

There was a woman walking down the corridors of the slums, her eyes glazing over every person she passed. Every poor little angel, all of those who were abandoned by God, all of those who were damned and forgot. She saw their deepest, darkest desires, after all she could see right through them. 

Three of the girls she loved were already gone, Macy, Salxire and Oriel, the three sweet angels, she helped them find the parts of themselves they missed and watched them fall. Fall to their freedom, fall to their happiness. 

She helped many, most of the slum was gone, they all disappeared since she joined them, she knew how to help them, she knew what to say for them to find their ways. 

Yet, there was someone, an angel she missed. Their name was Cupid, or at least that's how they called themselves. They were known for helping everyone in the slums find their significant other, as if finding love would be a solution for all damnation and pain. 

As if it wasn’t just their selfish way to purge the guilt and blame off of themselves. 

She saw them, she saw you at the other end of the corridor. With a sweet smile glued to your face, a bow with heart shaped arrows in your hands and the emptiness in your eyes. You were talking to someone, two girls holding each other's hands, whispering their thank yous to you. 

You didn’t care. You didn’t care about their love, you wanted to tell them to be damned. She felt it, she saw right through your sweetness, through that sickly sweet mask you were putting on. You were no angel of love, no guide through the tedious ways of romance. 

You are only ██ after all.

“Hi, do you need anything?” Ezekiel’s eyes met yours, you were standing in front of her, talking to her. Were you hoping that you could give her love now? FInd her a lover and gain God’s understanding? Understanding of your sin? 

She thought for a second. Maybe this was her cue to guide you. “Hmm yes, that would be great.” She replied, a wicked glint in her eyes, contrasting the innocent smile she was giving you. To you she’s someone who’s looking for love, to her you’re someone who needs a push to gain freedom. 

“Then you came to the right person, I’m… Cupid, what’s your name?” You were unsure of our own name, you hated it, it tasted wrong on your tongue. It wasn’t yours. You stole it, you stole it from a story someone told you when you were young. 

She knew it.

She knew you. 

She took you by your hand, it was romance you seeked, it’s romance she’ll give you, she raised your hand to her lips, kissing your palm with a charming smile. “So you’re the one I heard so much about, the one guiding those who seek love.” These words served as an invitation, an invitation for you to open up “Tell me, do you truly believe in the love you’re spreading? Does it make you feel like you have a purpose?” She tilted her head to the side, your hand still held firmly in hers, she wasn’t letting go. 

Your brows furrowed, you felt endangered by how easily she read you. How dare she, who is she, who does she think she is? Your mind was flooded with thoughts, you almost let your confusion and defensiveness show. “Ah, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I help poor little angels who seek love, that’s all there is to it.” You replied with a sweet smile, it didn’t reach your eyes.

Fake smiles won’t lead you far, my darling archer.

Ezekiel was following the angel around, watching them as they consulted every couple or hopeless romantic throughout the day. If only the love they tried to share reached their heart, if only it gave the desired effect, if only He would see your efforts and applaud you for them, admitting that you were right in your beliefs. But He’d never do it, forgiveness and understanding wasn’t in His style after all. 

You never let your mask slip away, not even for a moment, you couldn’t let the emptiness in your heart be known, you couldn’t show your hate for this feeling. This wretched feeling that stole everything from you. That destroyed you.

She was sitting on the staircase with you, you played with the arrows you always carried, like they were a vital part of the identity you stole, like without them you wouldn't be Cupid. Ezekiel’s watchful gaze never left your form, she was studying, studying the perfect romantic you tried to shape yourself into. 

Her gaze reached your eyes, the beautiful eyes she wanted to leave as a memory of you, but you needed them more than she desired them. Without them you would never see the world you could slip into, you would never see the filthy and rotten love humans have, the love you desired to have and the love you wanted to give. In your eyes, the mirrors to your soul, there was light some time ago. She remembers. Now there’s nothing left of that light, there’s just this…

“Oh, look at this.” She cupped your cheeks with her hands, a knowing look in her eyes, a look that infuriated you. “This is it, the sight I was waiting for. Your soul. It’s empty, it’s tired, it’s sad.” Her words felt like knives, knives cutting you with precision. “What do you feel when you watch them all love each other, is it satisfying to watch the happiness, or is it pain, tugging on your heart. Are you ever tired of this show you’re putting up? Tell me darling, are you happy with this beautiful play you trapped yourself within?” 

You tried to push her away, push her words away, defy her, defy the truth about yourself. You wanted to bury it all. Bury it deep enough so no one would see it, not even you, especially you. But she, Ezekiel, waltzed into your life, seen through your cracks. And now she taunts you, taunts you with her words, taunts you with her truths. 

“Stop! Stop saying that!” You pushed her away. She fell on the dirty ground of the slums with a quiet thud. “You’re wrong! I know love, I am Cupid!” You covered your ears with your hands, trying to block out any sound, as if the wind could pursue you into accepting the truth. The truth… There’s no truth, no, no, no. She’s wrong. She’s so wrong about this, about you, about everything. 

You felt her fingers wrapping themselves around your wrists, like snakes, she pulled your hands away from your ears, her face so close to yours, you could feel her breath against your cheek. “Stop denying the truth, you know it, sweetheart, you’re not meant to play this role.” She whispered the sin tainted words, the truth was the greatest sin she could use against you. The sin you couldn't accept yet. A sin you ran away from, escaping into the darkness of the night. Hoping that the shadows would become the sanctuary for your filthy, sinful, dead yet beating heart. 

But she had to leave you with the singular truth for the night. 

She will make you understand another day, a day meant for broken hearts and hate. 

You invited her into your room, it was full of hearts, pillows, mugs, posters, everything had an innocently pink heart on it. The innocence you ought to be yours, This room screamed love and sweetness from the entrance. It looked exactly like the room Cupid owned in the book you showed her so long ago. Did you still dream of a love arrow shooting through her heart to love you? 

You weren’t even looking at her, you were looking through the window, up at the sky covered by the dark clouds, the clouds that blocked the filthy slums to be viewed by the perfect heaven. “Hoping that He will see you, love?” She stood behind you, her arms wrapped around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder. 

Your lip trembled, Gods, you were so tired. Tired of all of this, tired of the weight of this burden you were carrying. “... Do-don’t… please…” You pleaded, weak, quiet. You felt like hearing her truth would break your facade, ruin the mask you were sewing so carefully. You didn’t want the empire of love you created to slip from your fingers, not when you had so much to prove to Him. 

She was quiet, her silence was hitting harder than any words she could say. The lack of her persuasion, her whispers, it made you want to vomit. Vomit because of the truth, the truth creeping into your mind. The truth you were unable to hide anymore.

“Ezekiel… I hate it… I hate the lovers, I hate this slum. Why must I be punished for loving?” Your voice shook, your whole form was shaking. The pain, the hatred, the heartbreak. It all drove you to this point, it all drove you to not accept who you are, basing yourself after a book and hoping that God would notice you. Hoping that he’d understand that love wasn’t a sin. That it wasn’t lust you felt, but pure unconditional love, the same one you felt for Him as an angel. 

‘Shhh, it’s okay, my darling. Let the strings of love go, it isn’t your saviour if you share it with everyone. My little archer, let your arrow fly with your hunger, let it fly with your desire.” Her arms were like serpents, tight around your waist, giving you comfort while her words were tempting you, pushing you into acceptance. Persuading you into the open arms of freedom. To love is to be free. And to be free, you have to fall. 

She turned you around, your eyes glued to hers, like you would find answers in them. But there’s no answers, there’s just your reflection, the person you built yourself to be. 

The Cupid who shared love and happiness.

The Cupid you so desperately tried to become. 

“I… I am not Cupid. I-’ Her chuckle made you pause. It was unsettling, wicked, dark. 

“Yes! Yes, you are not Cupid!” She leaned in closer, her face barely inches from yours. “Come on! Tell me, tell me your name, my archer!” Her words brought destruction, her words gave freedom by stripping you off of every lie you so carefully dressed yourself into. 

“I’m… I’m…”  The answer she waited for so long. The words she tried to have you say ever since she spoke to you that they. You would finally admit who you are. 

You are only Y/n after all.

The angel who let their love lead them and turned into lust.

Her lips met yours once your name left your mouth. Like the last act of your damned romance. Like a prize for accepting who you were. 

But the true prize awaited you. The prize of falling and becoming a new person, a person who could love freely. Free of all the rules and binds.

“You were never meant to be an angel my love. You were meant to love the one you choose, not the one who created you.” She whispered into your ear while holding you close to her body. It was only a matter of time before you would slip away from her. Joining her three other loves and all those she freed. 

“Ezekiel, I… love you.” 

. . . 

“I love you too, little archer.” 

[cofay]

You know me like no other…

♡ CUPIDS ARROW ⤑

Part1….Part 2…Part 3…

You were Cupid you make people fall in love with one other y’know? Just spreading love all around. Well you didn’t exactly like your job. In fact you dreaded having to do this forever, for the rest of your life. Instead you longed for something else.

Something better.

You yearned for your own happiness with a lucky guy.

But sadly you had responsibilities, and the god’s weren’t going to let you tear it down just to feel something stupid mortals feel.

It was a normal day you were following people and with just a look you could make them fall in love with each other. You were in the elevator with a women standing closely behind her you were dressed from head to toe in black, as you waited a man walked in the elevator and with just one looked you walked out as they kissed behind you.

Grueling…Boring…Uneventful…and yearning that’s all you felt you were jealous. Jealous of the mortals, jealous of their lives every single one of them. As you walked outside you sat at a small table right outside of a coffee shop.

The thing is nobody can see you

Absolutely nobody

That’s the problem after every person you just end up wishing you could be them falling in love, having family’s, getting married…you sigh as a person walks past you, quickly you get up and grab an umbrella and walking behind her

It didn’t take long until the rain started to pour down and as if on queue a random guy showed up and you did what you always did made them fall in love as they turned away walking hand in hand under the umbrella together you turn the opposite way following someone else

They walked into a museum it was crowded as you look up you see the huge magnificent painting.

The creation of Adam.

It was the best painting you’ve ever laid your eyes on. Well until you saw him. Izuku Midoriya, you’ve only seen him a couple times I mean nobody gets to make someone with a name as big as him fall in love and it seemed like he wouldn’t anytime soon with being the number one hero.

You watched as people left one by one. But he stayed and just admired the painting while you on the other hand admired him. He was beautiful, from his fluffy green hair…his freckles….his bright green eyes. He was perfect.

Just the guy you imagined you would

Fall in love with….gosh how you wanted him to hold you.

As he started to walk away and to the elevator you followed him closely behind, you stood behind the curly head watching him intently, a women walked in and usually you would have…well done what you were supposed to do but you couldn’t…even if you tried.

You kept looking at him following him even as he walked out following him into the bus you sat in the seat right next to him leaning in closer as you analyzed his features. But atlas good things come to an end.

You watched him walk out the bus knowing you most likely wouldn’t be able to follow him anymore..you walk out the train watching him walk away almost wanting no wishing for him to see you, to touch you, you listen to you, to be with you.

You looked up catching the eye of the five Erotes or your helpers, you’ve never seen them work before but you know if they caught wind of what you were thinking of doing they would snitch right to the gods.

And most likely you didn’t want that to happen you can’t let that happen so you followed a random person and did what you always do.

Give them what you wanted.

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It was a late night and you couldn’t stop yourself anymore you snuck into Izuku’s penthouse coming in through the window stepping softly on the floor…you tip toed through the halls softly finding his room rather quickly.

You cracked opened the door and then you saw his sleeping body you went next to him brushing a small curl out his face taking in all you can, you climb onto the bed over top of him hovering over his face.

You didn’t stop yourself you knew it was wrong but you still just wanted to see..just this once, you lifted your hand softly grazing his cheek it felt so soft you soon lifting your hands up into his hair running your fingers through his kinky curls and watching them bounce back to normal.

Everything felt so real like..in a certain way well until you turned your head to the mirror..as you looked into the mirror your reflection was nowhere to be seen.

Making your face turn sour you turned your head to the window seeing the erotes once more you frowned getting off of him and leaving his house all together.

You walked the empty streets looking around watching the trees blow slowly in the cold wind looking up into the starlight sky and the flickering street lights shining towards the wet damp ground.

Oh how you just wanted to change everything.

You wanted things to be different

So bad.

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[cofay]

See me like no other (mmm)

And I think I like your point of view

♡ CUPIDS ARROW ⤑

Part 1…Part 2…part 3…

You were becoming more and more paranoid with the Erotes you were getting more nervous and cautious about Izuku and you so you choose today to finally try and at least explain him what happened.

You texted him asking if you guys could meet up at a park and of course he obviously obliged happily.

You started walking down the street and towards the park dressed in a casual outfit your hair out and the wind breezing through it you held onto your bag.

After a while you make it towards a crosswalk and unexpectedly you see Izuku, unconsciously you smile and he smile back spotting you and waving you wave back a chuckle leaving your lips. You looked at his pretty face smiling even more.

As you were both waiting for the street light to turn red your smile drops as you notice something behind him.

It was one of the gods that you worked for you would think of him as a mentor well when you were younger now he was kinda of just there whenever you messed up.

And by some freaky fucked go miracle you could still see him, you wanted to warn Izuku you wanted to tell him to turn around but you didn’t know if you would like crazy or something like that you couldn’t lose Izuku you can’t afford it.

You don’t know why or how but you could still see the gods that would mean…No…no…no. Almost immediately the light turned green and you started to worry as he walked towards you, increasing your own pace you were going towards him also still keeping an eye on the god behind him.

One look.

That’s all it took to fuck everything up.

How could you let this happen you could almost see the way his eyes shifted away from you. Your eyes widened as you slowed down your pace completely watching him walk past you like you didn’t exist.

You turn around watching him approach another woman and basically linking arms with her as if they knew each other you scoff in disbelief as you watched them walking away.

And slowly you knew who did this. You knew how this happened. Those damn Erotes they told..they ran and told everyone up there about you and your new life..why why..why you. Why did you have to be so stupid.

You turned around to face the god just to find out he was gone and just like when you first saw him you followed him following Izuku to this fancy restaurant watching from the window as he walked with this girl.

Interlocking fingers…

Smiling…

So lovingly…

It was supposed to be you in that position.

You just had to ruin things for yourself right? Now you learned your lesson.

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You walked back into the museum where you first met him. And you saw them all five of them you watched them as they stood there observing the same painting you did.

Suddenly you felt a rush of emotion and emotion you’ve almost never felt this intense before.

Anger…no no you’re infuriated.

Hastily you make your way towards the group.

“You back stabbing..conniving—“

you froze it was like someone had control over you one of the Erotes turn around slowly..

“What have we done wrong?”

“You know what you did!” You spat

Another turns around facing you “We were doing what we were here for.”

“You liar! You-You didn’t have to take him away it’s all your fault—“

“Our fault? You fell in love with a mortal”

Two more turns around leaving one still facing the painting. “It’s not our fault you don’t know your place in this world, Mortals are only filled with—“

“Don’t you dare say it.”

The last one turns “Greed. That’s what they’re filled with and you know it as well as we do.” You gulp panting angrily. “Why is it that you feel this way? Is being a god not enough for you?”

“…you didn’t have to tell anyone. We were happy.”

“You were happy.”

And they let you go after that flying away leaving you there alone again..as you were before back at square one. With responsibilities with your old life back. Did you want to go back to how it was. No. Of course you didn’t.

But you knew deep down there was no way for you to get what you wanted, even if you went out your way to get it. It was going to be taken away again.

Every.

Single.

Time.

[cofay]

다 표현하지 않아도

♡ CUPIDS ARROW ⤑

Part 1…Part 2…Part 3…

As you walked the dark streets you sighed softly looking down..Well until you had an idea.

What if you had no responsibilities at all? What if you were a mortal? What if you weren’t in this position at all? You could have a normal life.

You could even have a shot with Izuku I mean what could go wrong?

It was late spring things were just getting warm and summer was right around the corner. You did all that you could walking down the road later that night.

You could smell the sweet flowers..feel the soft breeze, hear the thick sound of thunder and felt the soft touches of rain it was almost perfect the moonlight softly shining over you and down onto the flower field.

You looked up into the sky lifting your hands up to your shirt and unbuttoning it slowly. Then goes your pants…it may have seem crazy or strange but this was you stripping yourself of your responsibilities of making people fall in love.

Of building marriages, of making and creating families,friendships and more, you were finally

Free

Free of the aches free from the stress, the pressure the pain you’re finally free..you lift your head back letting the rain droplets hit your face and run through your hair you closed your eyes smiling as you shed your old self. As you shed your position of control and love.

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A week later you ended up finding some nice more suitable clothes for your new found interest. You also gained the courage to show up to Izuku’s penthouse. You walked up the stairs slowly every bone inside of you basically felt like it was sat on fire.

You were scared, giddy, sad, and excited all at the same time you couldn’t help but smile as you inch closer and closer to his front door.

*Knock*

*Knock*

*Knock*

You waited a second before the door slowly opened revealing the green haired boy. He tilted his head to the side confused clearly by you showing up, but you on the other hand couldn’t help but smile as you basically jumped up and down at the sight of him.

He can finally see you finally..it’s been so long

“Who are you?”

“Y/n!…I-im sorry you probably are confused right now because I’m here unexpectedly…but uh..I-i got something!”

You pulled out a small bag from behind your bag handing jt towards him. Slowly and maybe cautiously he opened it revealing a small bracelet with non-other than a cupids bow and arrow along with a four leaf clover. “It’s for you…”

You looked at his face watching his expressions just hoping..hoping that he would accept it and maybe let you get some more words out..and then maybe you could be friends or more..maybe.. as you scanned his face you watched as his confusion slowly turned into something else. A sweet bright smile from him.

You felt like you were in a dream that you didn’t ever want to wake up from.

“Thanks—oh shit..I’m sorry do you want to come inside?”

“Uh-sure!”

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And basically after that you guys hit it off started off by meeting up at parks to going to small carnivals to huge amusement parks then to him asking you out and then it turned into small dinner dates and now to this. You sleeping in bed with him resting his head on your chest.

It was all you ever wanted to love and be loved at the same time. You just wanted to live this little life that you had acquired. Even if it could all go to hell at any moment..you just wanted at least a minute with Izuku to yourself and you would be fine.

Well if only those Erotes would stop showing up to just watch you. Even though you’ve basically became a mortal you could still see them you didn’t understand it. You’re a full mortal right? Something’s wrong.. really wrong.

You watched them from the comfort of Izuku’s bed staring at them from outside the window until they left abruptly..a shiver was sent down your spine and you shifted a bit causing Izuku to move also and mutter something.

“Y/n?”

“It’s okay..I’m still here just needed to sit up..it’s fine go back to sleep..”

You say running your fingers through his hair and rubbing circles around his back with your other hand. Even then while you were sleeping you istg couldn’t help but shake the feeling that something was wrong..you needed to do something about it quick.

But not to quick you don’t want to alarm anybody or make a wrong move you can’t risk ruining everything now..no no..not now not when things are perfect.

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