𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐋 ━ x f!reader.

Fifteen

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

"So... the Fates... do you know where I can find them?" Cupid asked, not knowing much about them other than they are the personifications of destiny and there were three sisters: Clotho (the spinner), Lachesis (the allotter), and Atropos (the unturnable, a metaphor for death).

"The Moirai, or the Fates, are closely associated with your father and even sat nearest to his throne on Mount Olympus on my occasions. But if they're not there, they can be found in my realm near my throne." Hades explained which caused Cupid's eyebrows to furrow because if they were here, he'd surely bump into one of them by now. "But, as you can see..." he lifted his hands as a grand gesture. "They are not here. Something tells me they are running about my palace snooping at my belongings." Hades speculated.

"So, that's it? You're just going to sit on your ass and not bother helping me look for them?" Cupid's patience was wearing thin and the same could be said for his uncle. First, his nephew disturbed his peace and is now blatantly disrespecting him.

"It's not easy to run an entire realm, I hope you realize," Hades said, matter-of-factly. He is sometimes referred to as the god of the dead by the mortals, but he does not cause death like the Grim Reaper. "I have complete and utter control of the underworld and all its subjects. I am the caretaker of the souls and I must keep them from returning to the land of the living. So, unless you want your poor Y/n to see walking corpses walking among earth, I suggest you choose your next words a little more carefully, boy." He spat.

Now realizing that he was wrong to upset his uncle even further — especially after he agreed to point him in the right direction to his salvation — Cupid bowed his head and whispered, "Σου ζητώ συγγνώμη."

"You are forgiven," Hades replied. Soon, he let out an exasperated sigh and then pinched the bridge of his nose. "I cannot heal you, but you do have my pity," He added. "Just... talk to the Fates, okay? Maybe they can do something about your wings."

"As you wish..."

With that being said, Cupid's steps echoed through the dimly lit corridors of Hades' house. The air felt heavy with the weight of eternity as he searched for the elusive trio of Fates. Hades had sworn that they could be found here, tangled in the threads of destiny. 'He better be right.' Cupid thought as he chewed on the inside of his cheek. He doesn't want any of his precious time wasted. All he wants is his wings back, to return to the overworld, and find Y/n to ensure she is safe and the other gods didn't hurt her as well.

After what felt like an eternity of wandering, a distant crash echoed through the halls. Cupid's heart quickened, and he followed the sound to its source, his curiosity piqued. With cautious steps, he pushed open a door to reveal the three Fates gathered around a broken vase.

Clotho, with her firm hands, was carefully gathering the shattered pieces. Lachesis attempted to weave the fragments back together with delicate gestures, but the vase remained broken. What a shame. Atropos paced nervously, her sharp gaze locked onto the mess before them, uttering, "Oh, why did you have to knock that vase over, Clotho? That was a gift to Hades. He'll never forgive us for breaking such a valuable item."

"It's not my fault!" Clotho said, defiantly. "Lachesis distracted me."

As Cupid's presence caused the air to tense, he cleared his throat, announcing himself to the Fates. They turned, their eyes wide and expressions ranging from surprise to mild annoyance. Cupid, aware of their reputations, offered a polite smile. "Hello..." he whispered under his breath, but it was just loud enough for them to hear.

One by one, each sister greeted the god of love in their way. First, Clotho walked up and gave him a firm handshake, her gaze assessing him with interest before returning to her sisters. Lachesis bowed gracefully, a hint of respect in her eyes. Atropos, however, remained aloof, her wary gaze never leaving him.

Cupid's smile shifted into a more earnest expression as he addressed them. "Ladies," he began, hesitantly. "I seek your aid in a matter of great importance. I need to reclaim my wings, taken from me by Zeus when I was cast into this hell. And... I wish to return to the overworld to... um... reunite with my beloved."

A moment of tense silence followed. The Fates exchanged glances, their expressions growing more serious. Clotho spoke first, her voice measured. "Cupid, the destinies of all living beings are entrusted to us. Your wings hold a part of your fate, woven intricately into the fabric of the universe." She explained.

Lachesis added, "Changing such a destiny is not a simple matter, nor one to be taken lightly."

Atropos finally spoke, her voice edged with concern. "Hades will never forgive us for tampering with the threads of fate. The balance we uphold... it's better to just let go of those thoughts, Cupid. They're nothing but a pipe dream."

Cupid interjected, his tone earnest. "I understand the weight of your duty, but my wings were torn from me unjustly. I wish only to restore what was taken." He defended himself.

The Fates exchanged glances once more, their expressions shifting between contemplation and reluctance. Clotho's lips parted to speak, but Lachesis held up a hand, silencing her. After a brief internal struggle, Lachesis spoke with a measured tone, "Very well, Cupid. We shall consider your request, but the consequences may be unforeseeable."

Cupid nodded, gratitude evident in his eyes. "Thank you, wise Fates. I appreciate your consideration and understanding."

"Just... give us a moment to talk amongst ourselves. Wait outside the door, we'll come get you once we are all done here." Lachesis instructed.

"Very well."

//////

here are the translations for anyone who was wondering what the greek saying in this chapter were meaning:

Σου ζητώ συγγνώμη/Su zitó signómi
- said by: cupid.
- translation: "i apologize" / literally: "i am asking you to forgive me."