𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐋 ━ x f!reader.

Four

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Cupid always believed himself to be a decent-looking god. Sure, he was no Eros but hardly anyone could match his brother's beauty. He is downright ethereal. A perk that came with being the god of lust. Whilst being one of the many offspring of Aphrodite, Cupid was simply... well-proportioned and dignified. Not 'drop-dead gorgeous'. Not hunky. Just nice to look at.

Despite the unfairness when it comes to which brother is more attractive, Cupid should be grateful for what he was given. And he is. He has no reason not to be but there had to be another reason why he has been spending the past half an hour standing in front of his opulent gold-framed mirror, taking in his reflection.

The room around him is fit for a god, with lavish decorations and ornate furnishings. Golden statues of lovers embracing are placed in every corner, and fragrant roses are scattered across the room. Though, Cupid himself is a vision to behold.

Standing roughly 175cm tall, he wears a flowing white robe that falls gracefully to the ground. His shaggy hair, which reaches his shoulders, is a unique shade of white, and it frames his face perfectly. Jewels, embedded along his collarbone and around his cloudy eyes, glistened in the soft candlelight, giving him a transcendental appearance.

As he studies his dark complexion, Cupid can't help but feel a sense of pride. He knows he's the god of love, but looking at himself in the mirror, he can see that he's also the embodiment of it. He is beauty and grace personified, and his very presence inspires the purest form of love in those around him.

But as he continues to gaze at himself, Cupid realizes that something is missing. Despite all the splendor of his bedroom and his own radiant appearance, he still feels a sense of longing. He knows that he can create love in others, but he has yet to find it himself.

It is then that he reminds himself that it has been almost a full week ever since he's last been with the one and only Y/n S/n. His last visit was when he mustered enough courage to plant a lingering smooch on her forehead. Much to his dismay, their little visits couldn't be a daily occurrence. He had a reputation to uphold, a family to impress, and a secret to keep.

With a frown, Cupid turns away from the mirror and walks over to his bed, sinking onto the soft cushions. He knows that he'll continue to search for love, and he hopes that one day, he'll find someone who can see beyond his godly exterior and love him for who he truly is.

Perhaps he should follow his brother's advice and search for a woman on Mount Olympus. Someone of his kind but the mere notion made him feel sick to his stomach because Cupid knew it wasn't what his heart desired.

He wanted Y/n. Plain and simple.

Suddenly, a disturbance brought to Cupid by a loud knock at his temple's entrance which echoed loudly throughout the mostly hallow structure broke him out of his daze.

With a pep in his step, the young deity pushed up from the ground and flew over to greet his guest. Though — given his upset demeanor — he only opened the door slightly to find his mother standing on the other side. Aphrodite, goddess of sexual love and beauty. She also just so happens to be identified with Venus by the Romans. Cupid always liked that title. It gave his mother an almost mysterious aura. "Oh, hello..." he awkwardly peeled the entrance open further to officially welcome his mom.

"Hello, Καμάρι μου," Aphrodite replied. "I had to come to see you because you have not left your room... is everything alright?" She expressed her concern, taking note that he wasn't currently working.

Cupid felt his throat become dry. He stared at the older goddess like a deer caught in headlights. "O-Oh! It must've slipped my mind..." he stammered and, to try and remove any superstitions that she may have, he continued talking. "I'll get started right away," he reassured with intense friendliness but with nothing behind his eyes. "I apologize for the delay." Cupid apologized before hurrying a few feet away where he retrieved his quiver (filled to the brim with two sets of arrows: one to assist couples to fall in love and help those fall out of love) and his trusty bow.

"Don't you think that we should maybe—" Before Aphrodite could say another word, her son swiftly interrupted her.

"Bye, mom!" He shouted as he soared out from his temple which was located in Mount Olympus. It was time to get back to work, to spread love and joy to those who needed it the most (even on the top of that list were Cupid and Y/n's names).

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here is the translation for anyone who was wondering what the greek saying in this chapter was meaning:

Καμάρι μου/Kamari mou.
- said by: aphrodite when she greeted her son, cupid, at the door.
- translation: 'my pride'. someone you can brag about. this saying can be directed to refer to children!