𝓢𝓽𝓾𝓹𝓲𝓭 𝓬𝓾𝓹𝓲𝓭 (𝓥𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓵)
yandere anti-cupid × (fem) cupid reader.
Synopsis: you bring couples together and he breaks them apart. A rivalry ensues between the two of you. And while Vexian seems hellbent on destroying everything you've built, we often forget how close hate is to love...or perhaps obsession is a better term.
Contains: yandere thoughts/behaviour, mentions of side character death, blood.
Note: HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY ANGELSSSS ♡ Sorry this came out after valentine's day! I was so busy but here it is. (Wrote this to make myself feel less single) but anyway enjoy!
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Strange dreams had been plaguing your mind. And not just any dreams, ones of him.
Vexian, an anti-cupid — whose favourite indulgence was picking apart people's relationships, watching them crumble under the pressure. A heart made of stone, and a head even harder.
Then there's you, a cupid. The embodiment of everything pure and happy, the very person who fosters love. Too sweet, too gullible.
A match made in heaven, right?
You would dream of lips caressing your skin like silk, whispers of sweet promises fanning over your ear. It felt all too real each time you shot up, covered in cold sweat.
But, this couldn't possibly be true. How could it when he glared at you like you were dirt on his shoe?
A being born from evil could not be capable of such tenderness.
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A lazy yet smug smile adorned Vexian's lips as he watched the couple quarrel. It was music to his ears, humans unknowingly dancing to his tune like puppeteers.
He doesn't remember the last time there wasn't a hole gaping through his black soul. It was a bottomless pit of hunger. It was only satiated when he fed on heartbreak and grief, and even then it would crave more.
Whether he liked it or not, he had grown addicted to his guilty (or not so guilty) pleasure of having power.
One obstacle stood in the way of getting what he wanted: You. A pretty winged thing who scurried around with a cute arrow and bow, desperate to give everyone a taste of romance.
Too selfless for your own good.
"You're wasting your time, y'know." Vexian drawled, towering over you. The air surrounding the two of you was distorted and sizzling; it pulled you in yet made you uneasy.
"How am I wasting my time exactly?" Your brows furrowed, a pretty pout on your lips that was adorably frustrating.
He could crush you under his foot like a bug, but he doesn't want to. The game is much more fun that way. The silver cracks that ran through his otherwise perfect skin practically glowed. "It's funny, trying to fix things that were bound to break eventually." A finger reached out to twirl a strand of your bouncy hair around it, his thumb rubbing it.
He continued, "Emotions make you weak. They cloud your judgement and do nothing but disrupt the so-called peace you strive for."
Holding your chin high, you attempted a glare that could only do so much to rival the crazed intensity in his. "It makes people happy, though."
"That could only do so much in the long run," his eyes crinkled. "And I can't wait to watch you realise that."
As quickly as he appeared, he vanished.
Back then, you didn't realise that there was something lurking in his eyes while he looked at you.
Perhaps it came from his desire to prove you wrong.
Vexian did everything he could to watch everything you built fall so graciously to the ground. He meddled into all of your relationship, hoping for a disheartened expression. The only thing on your face was a small smile as you continued aiming your arrows at each and every person.
Something fluttered inside of him. You were so fascinating, even more than the night sky he liked to stare at.
He recalled those evenings where he'd come to your place to discourage you, only to find himself in a trance..
The moonlight streamed through the window, bathing you in an ethereal glow. Your lashes cast shadows on your cheekbones as you slept.
And Vexian couldn't bring himself to hurt you.
Other evenings he'd watch over you while you were out match-making, just to quell the storm inside of him.
Perhaps it grew more wild as he left things on your windowsill.
The anti-cupid finally found something new he could study. How could your spells counter his own? What did you have that he didn't?
A new kind of beast awoke inside him. If love was so powerful, then shouldn't he get to experience it firsthand? That sounded only fair.
Yet, he didn't want any kind of love.
No, he wanted yours.
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Disappointment washed over you, replacing any initial excitement. Why didn't your arrows work? Why did it turn love into something unrecognisable, monstrous?
All the couples you worked so hard on matching ended up hurting each other. Jealousy would rear its ugly head into their lives, and so would obsession right after.
No, no, you could not fail. This was your one purpose, your true reason for living. If you couldn't fulfill your job, what would you do? Where would you go? What if-
"Hey, hey, relax."
That velvety, haunting voice sounded so deceptively sweet, prompting you to look up into his eyes. For a moment, you were almost fooled...until his hand on your shoulder snapped you out of it.
You wrenched out of his grasp, jabbing a finger into his solid chest. "What did you do?"
He hummed, "I'm not sure what you're talking about, baby." The pure amusement in his voice practically gave it away.
"You did something to my arrows, I-I don't know what it is but you're ruining love." Your voice sounded strained with distress. It could only make him croon. You always gave and gave and gave to those pests, but never got anything in return. He plans to fix that.
Tweaking your arrows was rather easy. A little dark magic here and there then it all fell into place, like a perfect puzzle piece.
Feigning sadness, he sighed dramatically. "And here I thought you'd like what I prepared for you. I just altered it a teeny bit to perfection. After all, shouldn't the feeling of it consume you?"
You flail your arms in wild gestures, "no, it shouldn't."
"Oh?" Then why did he feel that way when he looked at you?
Before he could utter another remark, his gaze drifted over to where you had been staring before he arrived.
A measly man. Was he another one of your projects? Yes, that must be it. It's probably-
You turned to follow his gaze and you stared at the human...
...with hearts in your eyes.
His body froze up. The world around him spinned and the air thickened around him, crackling. He couldn't speak, couldn't think of anything else except you.
How dare you love another? Go against your morals? Lovers didn't betray each other, you knew that.
Fists clenching, he recoiled from your form but you didn't seem to notice, too entranced by the pathetic man. The gears started to turn in his head, jaw clenched.
No one should have your love. You should've noticed him, whose love burned brighter than the stars. But no matter, he will have your love. Vexian will be back soon enough.
After all, Valentine's day was approaching, right?
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14th of February.
Romance, love letters, sappy confessions, dates, all of it was on this fateful day.
You had a skip in your step, wings fluttering behind you as felt giddy about your favourite holiday. You got ready — adding a pretty gloss to your lips and a clip to your curls. You wore a short, white sundress for the occasion.
Things were going to be a bit different this year.
It was time you finally rewarded yourself on Valentine's — maybe a cupid could have a chance at love too?
Fluttering around your house, you looked for your bow and arrows. Could have sworn you put them on the vanity-!
They sat proudly, carefully, on the small kitchen table. There wasn't any time to ponder as you reached for them.
A large hand enclosed around yours.
Your breath hitched as the other arm wrapped around your other side, trapping you against the table.
Warm breath fanned over the nape of your neck, "Happy Valentine's day, my love." Vexian pressed a kiss to your temple, making your chest tighten. What is he doing? And why couldn't you bite back?
The lack of response on your behalf only encouraged him to continue, "thought I'd bring you a gift. What kind of lover would I be if I didn't, hm?" You had half the mind to call him out, if it weren't for the supposed present being thrusted into your hands.
A white rose, dripping in crimson.
Your ears rang as the thorns prickled your skin, sending golden blood running down your hands. "What- I-I-"
Vexian hushed, smoothing down your hair, "Shh, baby. I got rid of that pest for us, aren't you happy?" The flower dropped to the ground. Pest, did he mean-
No, no, no. Not him. Please. Your quiet sobs wouldn't come close to the turmoil twisting your very organs around.
"Don't cry, Y/N." He cooed lovingly, cupping your chubby cheeks and squishing them together to form a quivery pout as tears ran down in streaks. This was a nightmare. A terrible one.
You managed to sputter, sobbing, "what have you done?"
His chuckle sounded more like a rumble in his chest, dark wings mocking your tiny ones that he's come to love so much. "What have I done? I made sure no one stood between us anymore." That only made you spiral deeper and deeper, drowning in your tears.
Sigh. "Baby, I understand your hesitation. You fear what you don't understand, right? I do not love like you do. I love like the moon loves the tides—pulling, controlling, devouring.” a soft smile has the audacity to grace his lips, "but the way I see it, you wouldn't need to worry about my loyalty. The devotion I have is eternal, unlike that human."
"He didn't do anything to you!" You bawled hysterically, both because of your demise and the man's. Your shaky hands reached up to grab his, trying to pull them off of you.
"Oh, but he did. He took your attention away, and that alone is unacceptable." He peered into your frightened eyes at such a close proximity, "but enough about him, I want to show my real gift."
Raising his hand, Vexian snapped his fingers. And the world around you spun before collapsing.
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You could finally look around, but this was not your home.
The luxuries surrounding you were hard to ignore — walls made out of marble stones and intricate carvings, jewels and expensive trinkets littered the room and a heavenly view was cast outside. This location was too peaceful, too relaxing, too perfect.
Realisation dawned on you that this was no ordinary place, but a palace. You almost forgot about Vexian if it wasn't for his warm hands placing themselves on your waist.
"Do you like it here?"
A sniffle escaped you as your gaze flickered up to him, "W-where are we?"
He spread his arms wide open, a cheek grin making its way onto his features. "Home."
"H-home?!" You repeated a moment after.
"Home," he confirmed. "I made this world for you, for us. Time is a bit different here, but other than that, everything you desire shall be at your feet."
Your body flinches at the impact of his words. This guy expected you to go running into his arms, didn't he?
You whisper softly, "No, I won't stay. What about my life back there?"
"You're still thinking about those pesky humans? Your only purpose right now is to accept my love," he stepped forward, pushing you down on the golden, silk sheets of the king-sized behind, hair spreading out beneath you like a halo.
Struggling under his grasp, you yelled. "And what makes you think I'll actually stay here?" You expected anger, but it never came. His gentleness was a contradiction to his existence, so much that you couldn't believe this was the same man who hated Valentine's day with a burning passion.
Silver eyes gleamed under his tousled locks of black, "you will, one way or another." Slowly, he extracted a blade, shushing your protesting cries with a peck on the nose.
You screamed and thrashed, trying to get him off. "You monster, let go of me!" Hands clawed at his chest, trying to free yourself. It was all in naught though as he pinned you down.
He cut his own palm then did the same to you. Then, he interwined your hands together — silver and gold mixing — before leaning down to kiss you. You turn your head to the side, only for him to grab the back of it and force you to look him in the eye. His fingers tangled in your hair.
"I've waited so, so long to do this. M'not wasting my chances, my love." His lips suddenly smashed down on yours, the kiss speaking volumes.
You tried to break free, but the spell was strong. Your resistance grew weaker and more futile. It was a silence to your pleas. You could no longer flee.
He pulls away, pupils dilated. Finally, you whisper softly, succumbing to your fate, "you don't understand love at all."
Pressing his forehead against yours, he smiled adoringly.
"Then teach me. After all, we have all eternity."
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Yours truly,
@urprettylildoe
