𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐋 | ❝ because my heart doesn't belong to anyone, i am the inspiration of all couples. ❞
━ The ancient Roman god of love falls head over heels for a mortal. A far greater sensation than he has ever felt before. A bond tha...
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Cupid stood outside the heavy wooden door belonging to the room where he originally found the, his heart pounding with anticipation. Time seemed to stretch infinitely as he waited for the ladies to emerge from their deliberations. The silence around him was deafening, broken only by the distant murmurings of fate itself.
"What's taking them so long?..." he asked himself. No one could blame him. He didn't want to be in the underworld any longer than he needed to and he worried and longed for Y/n. He had to make sure that she was fine and not a single scratch tainted her perfect form.
After what felt like an eternity, the door creaked open, and the three sisters stepped out into the dimly lit corridor. Cupid watched as they approached him, each of them resting a hand on a different part of his body as if they could read his very soul. Clotho's hand found his shoulder, Lachesis touched his heart, and Atropos rested her hand on his brow.
Their eyes were pools of ancient wisdom, and Cupid couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability under their collective gaze. With a voice that held the weight of countless eons, Clotho explained, "Now, for us to do this, we have to know where would you like to go."
Cupid didn't hesitate. "Meadowbrook," he replied with conviction. "That's where my Y/n must be... and I have a lot of explaining to do." He admitted.
As the words left his lips, Lachesis, the middle sister, realized the missing piece of the puzzle. She snapped her fingers, and Cupid felt a searing pain in his back. It was as if a thousand fiery needles pierced his skin, and he gasped, his wings tearing free from their confinement. The sudden emergence of new wings was excruciating, but Cupid gritted his teeth and endured the pain.
He knew that this was the price to pay for undoing the injustice that had been done to him.
Once the ordeal was over, the Fates nodded in unison, their expressions unchanged. "You have your wings, Cupid," Lachesis stated matter-of-factly. "Now, go to Meadowbrook."
With a thought, the three sisters conjured whatever power they possessed to make the young god teleport to his desired location. The transition was disorienting, his form escaped from the mouth of the underworld, and he eventually landed on the outskirts of the small town, collapsing to the ground. The grassy field welcomed him, and he lay there, gasping for breath. It felt as if the wind had been knocked out of him, leaving him breathless and battered.
But as he lay there, he couldn't help but smile.
He was no longer in the cold depths of the Underworld. No hate for his uncle but he didn't know how Hades could stand in a place like that, but the good thing was that Cupid had finally made it back to the mortal realm, and his heart pounded with newfound hope. He rested a hand over his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart, and when he finally caught his breath, he stood up.
