(ㅅ´ ˘ `) This is a Valentine’s Transformers Parody reader insert idea!
Cupid's are born from the strong love of mortals. They flourish in the petals of spring, until they are ready to ascend to heaven and start their duty as matchmakers.
But there was one cupid, who stuck out from the rest. They were born the same way as the other cupids, but for some reason, they never liked the season of love, or the feelings that swelled inside their spark.
This cupid, who was so grumpy and antisocial, was the Reader. They preferred to start their day at their house, completely ignoring their duties. They wanted nothing more than to ignore the couples below, as they thought that they could solve themselves and fall in love without an arrow's help.
Unfortunately, the other cupids thought otherwise, and always dragged them out to force them to work. The result of the gloomy cupid was half-ass'ed at best. Rarely did they ever cooperate, and when they did, they fled the scene completely, running away from the "I told you so" and the "Was that so hard?" from other cupids.
This was a cycle until the cupid was summoned by their superiors. The supervisors that monitored their behavior and their actions were unsurprisingly disappointed at the grumpy cupid's poor performance.
They whispered at eachother, while the cupid stood still. They wanted nothing more than to leave and lock themselves up, or at least find a soft patch of clouds to lie on. Anything to fight the growing ache of standing in front of their annoying superiors angels.
The whispers die down once the angels come to an agreement. Their hooded figures peer down, their feathers fluffing up from their post. They speak in harmony, their voices clamoring in unison.
"We have a quest." The angels whisper loud enough to make the cupid hear.
"You must retrieve two mortals."
"One with red eyes and sharp edges."
"The other dawning red and blue."
"Bring them to us, and we shall decide the rest."
A golden scroll appears from thin air, coaxing the cupid to grab it. The bleak cupid rolls their eyes, exasperated; this was the last thing they wanted, but refusing a direct order from the higher ups can lead to extreme –over exaggerated– consequences.
With a sigh, they grab the scroll and stuff it into their satchel before turning 360° to march out.
'What a drag.'
The cupid stomps down to a nearby valley of soft clouds and sits down crisscrossed. They rest their head between their hands to glower at the Earth below.
'Stupid angels, I hope you all choke on your halos and fall from grace.' They curse, glaring with malice at nothing in particular.
Their expression falters. The scroll squirms and flutters with urge, reminding the cupid of the mission at hand.
'Great Guardian above, give me patience.'
Their hand shoots into the satchel to snatch the scroll, then they raise it to the sky, the sun seeping through the parchment.
'Let's get this over with.'
The cupid gets up from the comfort of the clouds to let the scroll guide them –more like drag them– down to the mortal plain where the couples grazed.
(I made this in my old Wattpad account. You can tell that I had more creative juices in my Wattpad days. Good times.)
