Short Character x Readers [CLOSED/FINISHED]

Cupid x Male!Reader ~Part One

A stranger walks across the lonely, stretching sand dunes that seem to lead to nowhere in particular. His somewhat [long/short/medium] hair cut swayed in the dense wind that came from higher than it seemed, its harsh breath tangling the strands together win an unwieldy mess.

The slender hands belonging to his even smaller wrists hid themselves in his shallow front [f/c] jean pockets, his recently bought phone residing in the rear left one. Music was blasting through the headphones that were seemingly fused to the phones jack and as he tottered along leaving several marks that could be regarded as footprints in the moist sand the speakers in them seemed to be gaining a higher volume.

Particles of sand threw themselves through the air, none of them managing to collide with [male name]'s slender body, least of all his eyes. His [f/c[] clothes were wrapped tightly around him, a dark black duffle coat wrapped tightly around his body. Usually Italy was warm but today of all days it seemed to be freezing- nothing on the weather had even remotely suggested that it would be that way.

His [e/c] jewels could not seem to settle on an object, lingering for mere seconds before fleeting away from it. Something wqas unsettling him, something that he couldn't quite place a finger on. Maybe it was the drunk teenagers jumping around the waters edge, maybe it was the breeze that spread through the night or maybe, just maybe, it was the guy he was hoping to see after so long- a guy he hadn't even stopped thinking about for several years. But, unsurprisingly enough, he soon figured out that it was the avid gazes that locked onto him and recognized him for what he truly was.

His body pulled him towards the left steps on the beach that would lead him to a vast are of tourist shops and random stalls that people rarely bought from. Two or three streets along a number of expensive seaside houses resided by the more than busy dock, looking out on the vast lack of land.

[Male's name]'s eyes had grown accustomed to the almost terrifying disappearence of soil and sanctity, enabling him to focus on the bit of sand that rested on the horizon; it was almost as if it were a guarantee that they didn;t have to walk alone in this world.

'Guardarlo matto!'*

A smirking and sauntering teen walked by, digging into [male name]'s arm as he did so. He could feel the anger rising up into his usually tranquill mood, threatening to explode at the boy's arrogance.

But, of course, it did not.

Although he had the deep, darkening urge to ckaw, bite ahnd lash out at him he pushed his slefish desires into the depths of his mind as his 'mother' had patiently taught him to do.

As soon a shis feet met with the concrete his shoe soles slapped meticulously, semming to rip through the sound of the music he was currently playing by [favorite band]. [Male name] had also been taught that if you were certain something would make a noise, even if you couldn't hear it your brain would process it and think it was.

He'd picked up his fair share of pointless facts on the internet whilst waiting for himself to finally turn 21, the age when he could finally be free from any command thrown in his direction.

[Male name] had always found himself to be the opposite of everyone else he'd seen and met- he was definitely not patient, he couldn't wait to get away from his family to meet old friend, not to mention that from, the age of three he had lost his sense of smell thanks to a severe burn.

As a matter of fact, it was the three year anniversary of him gaining his freedom and only now had he gained the courage to talk to his long lost best friend who'd ran away without leaving so much as a hint to his parents, only leaving a private note to [male name].

Hey [male name]! No fair- I wanted that balloon!'

A pouting dokin stared avidly at the 5 year old boy who was already clammering at the neon green balloon that had been placed in front of himonly moments earlier, his nose pressing eagerly into its latex surface.

'Tough luck C-D, it's my birthday so I get it, isn't that right momma?

[Male nickname]'s [e/c] orbs swivelled to their blonde haired mothers ivory face, their fathers arm wrapped around her shoulders. A light turquoise fur danced across his bicep adn hand, further enveloping his entire toned body.

'Yes. Yes it is C-D, quit complaining will you?'

'But I boug-'

'Bought it with our money. Let your little brother have it.'

[Mom's name] folded her arms in a highly stern manner and took her [h/c] headed son's shoulders into his hands as his mind filled with contentment.

'Now go to your room C-D. No if's or buts.'

His pinks eyes instantly fell to the floor and he cried out in sadness. upset that they always took [male name]'s side. that was the start.

*'Watch it freak!'