cupid jordan
cupid jordan in all white. pretty white lace veil that protects that hair that flows down their back to the ground (if they ever stood on it), white robes or a matching top/bottom that flow together seamlessly, modest and graceful. i think they'd have large white wings, reminiscent of a typical angel. simple silver accessories, if at all, maybe those sleeves where it attaches to a ring on the middle finger.
cupid jordan who silently reads over your shoulder, hands sliding down from your shoulder to your chest when they whisper into your ear that it's best if you go to rest now, my mortal one, words honeyed with care they don't show their other assigned humans. cupid jordan who is but a tender one in their love, sweeter than most: kisses to your forehead and temple (REFERENCE!), gaze always so full of love and warmth that it's both hard to look away and hard to look at.
cupid jordan who will lay with you when the days are long and hum you hymns until you peacefully rest, who will shield you with his wings from rain when you forget your umbrella, who will press a kiss to each knuckle and fingertip on the days you can't look in the mirror as he lists every thing he finds beautiful about you (and it's everything about you). cupid jordan who will press a kiss and utter a... seemingly sincere apology even as his arrow pierces through and a warmth fills your heart like nothing before, all consuming. now you love him just as much; surely you understand why he had to take you.
cupid sydney
cupid sydney who is a bit more worldly than his fellow brother-in-arms: clothes that hug their figure more, shorter hem lines, and small fluffy white wings that fit a painting’s depiction of a cupid. they have a casual grasp on the world, listening to this boring couple and that out of proportion fight that leads to a makeout and fuck, but hey, they get the job done. they dress to impress, to fit in, to be the best cupid he can be when he wants to be.
cupid sydney who's just a cupid, really, so who can really say anything against them when you catch their eye. cupids aren't held as high to a standard as guardian angels nor the warriors above them, so cupid sydney doesn't worry when he feels a growing liking for a human so... seemingly uninterested in their matches. well, not that cupid sydney made much of an effort to give you your lover. the moment cupid sydney laid their divine eyes on you was the moment they knew you'd have to be theirs; they can't leave you with these blundering mortals and risk your heart broken!
cupid sydney who has no qualms showing themselves in the human world in your benefit and to get your attention. they'll do whatever it takes, after all. they have eternity for your soul.
cupid sydney who may be your new neighbor after getting rid of the old one and brings you flowers and cookies because it's the polite thing to do as a new neighbor. cupid sydney who may be the new librarian with thick-rimmed glasses and strawberry blond hair down so they fit in better with your fantasies with every little stutter and purposely worded sentence that may hint for them wanting to come to the back with them. cupid sydney who may be the new cafe worker at your favorite playe after hypnotizing the manager so they can learn the skills quicker and shuts down the other businesses just to flirt with you on every cup and have a reason to chat you up every day. cupid sydney who just wants to be in your life, who will force their way in no matter the cost to their own divinity, just as long as they can have you.
cupid kaveh
you can't deny that cupid kaveh really did try when it came to you. he had always been a bit of an overachiever with his goals, and he didn't want you to be his only exception...
but you are!!!
the fact hangs over cupid kaveh's head in a way heavier than any halo or crown imaginable— and cupid alhaitham's teasing doesn't help cupid kaveh one bit.
but he really did try! he's no perfect angel, but he does what he's assigned to do. he dresses practically yet beautifully, would be a model had he not have to constantly account for his own small wings and having to move and fly so much... which usually ends up in him in robes and the most flowy of skirts and bottoms with matching, usually layered tops (it gets cold up there!).
all that's to say, you put him to shame. he should be dressed up to lounge in the heavens, not chase after you! cupids shouldn't be jealous of not having your eyes on them, and cupid kaveh should definitely not be happy when the cramped library means the bastard at your same section ducks down just in time to grab some dropped nonsense for his arrow to miss, nor when the heavy rain means you can't go out to meet some guy in your company's other department, and especially not happy when when your situationship happens to not look at you when his arrow hits. it's not cupid kaveh's fault you're impossible for him!
eventually, he resorts to being more... hands on. he's obsessed, really, with your case, enough that he forgets he can be seen with how he focuses on making the perfect meetcute with the guy with the piercings you thought was cute on the bus or the waiter at the restaurant who gave you his number. that's fine. cupid kaveh isn't upset at all. not even the slightest bit bothered. him changing the table you are assigned to next time you eat there just so you're not in the waiter's section is unrelated. so is when cupid kaveh makes a bit of a scene by using a bit too much love on his arrow to get the waiter fired (and the waiter lives a bit too far to grab a job so close in this city... a bonus for cupid kaveh— no, you! you, he swears). you start seeing him... more, actually. he's cute, blending in with the couples and those dressed up as a caricature of his job, walking around the library you were in or places you frequented. the short skirts this early in the year is questionable, but nothing you will question every time he drops an arrow, always bending down while standing right in front of you (on purpose?) to where it goes up and reveals more than enough to drool over in bed. (it's not cupid kaveh's fault underwear isn't popular in heaven; no need for much modesty). you see him more and more, still dressed in his whites and creams and pastels and butter yellows with green, and it's almost like he's following you, and your only constant nowadays. he's waiting for you with an umbrella when it's raining, he drives you home because you haven't heard from your close friend in a while and you need a ride, and cupid kaveh's adorable when defending you from anyone who so much as glances your way...
it looks like he still got the job done.
cupid welt
in his senior age, cupid welt isn't about the thrill of chasing the hormonal human youth anymore. his wings are large but tired, needing a bit more care and less of the tension flying brings his aching muscles, his clothes are more suited for lounging than anything, and he has no real need to do this job anymore...
but he likes the tranquility of you being his last assigned human. a breath of fresh air for cupid welt. he lays on your bed and watches you type on your computer, listens to your vidoes and music or watches the essays and series you put on. it's a comfortable life and assignment that he prefers, so he's in no rush with any arrows in sight, but he still cares deeply for you. you awake to a hot drink in the morning to wake you up, come out of the bathroom with your bed done, and your documents saved on your computer.
cupid welt is a comfortable presence for you when he shows himself inadvertently: he's fallen asleep a few times on your bed with your blanket or his wing draped over him to keep him a bit warmer, his occasional whispers to tell you the words you've forgotten about or what you were planning to write down that day, even his chuckles when something amusing happens in something you watch. you swear that if you're haunted, you like this ghost, but you're lucky to see only cupid welt there enjoying himself.
cupid welt who holds good, long conversations and doesn't judge you for your pasttimes and hobbies. it's statistically much safer for you to be writing fanfiction in your home and drinking tea than partying out on a friday downing shots. cupid welt who will stay up with you in times of insomnia, will listen to your troubles and provide timeless advice (and some a bit aged, perhaps a few centuries off on occasion). he's well-meaning and inviting, comforting. it's cupid welt's last assignment, so his focus is solely on you...
...and you're grateful (you're into older men).
𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒕
꩜ Room Content: GN! Reader x Yan! Cupid! GN! Jordan, Yan! Cupid! GN! Sydney, Yan! Cupid! Kaveh, Yan! Cupid! Welt (separate), no gendered terms for reader, unhealthy and obsessive relationship from the characters, lmk if I missed out anything! ꩜ A/N: PULPIEEEEEE I'M SMOOCHING YOU ON THE MOUTH I drooooool reading your writing sigh......... I feel like I still have cupid thoughts but can't get them on paper (screen in this case) >< I ammmmmm thinking about a cupid!reader with a yan!ren but I need to play more 14dwy first before I can actually write something I'll be happy with orz
