Cupid's Arrow - yan!dsmp x non-binary!reader

^ Interlude ^

'I wanted to give you these... as a gift.' he finishes, producing three parcels. One shaped like a bow, a second which was long and sword-shaped but too chunky to be a normal sword, and the third, had to be a pair of gloves, which you opened first.

'No way! My gauntlets?' you exclaimed, holding the pair in your hands, 'I thought I left these at home! Wait. How'd you get these?'

This accusation shot directly at the shortened god shocked him so much he choked on his.. own breath. Not very godly...

'I... brought it here! So you can fight for yourself...?' his voice trails off as you unwrap the 'gifts', one by one revealing them to just be your claymore and bow, all from your family home in your hometown.

'XD. You stole this didn't you?' you sighed, disappointment coating your words like sauce, 'You could've just given me the materials to make new ones for the time being, after all my family are blacksmiths, we forge things for our living.' you face him, a deadpan expression on your face.

'I... I'm sorry Y/N.' he stutters out, embarrassed and upset, 'I thought you would have anted the original weapons.' 

His face droops along with his shoulder's, and  instead of being the image of a powerful and omnipotent god, he just looked like a sulking teenager. Or a child.

'XD. I'm grateful you got me my stuff back, but next time, don't steal, okay?' you explained, somewhat exasperated with his childish nature as you put on your disguised gauntlets.

Since you'd made them yourself, they had a few cool features, because well, who likes boring stuff? Not you at least! Most of the time, your gauntlets looked like biker gloves, which matched the leather jackets you liked to wear nicely and set up your enemies for a big shock when you hit your knuckles together in order to activate 'Fight mode' as you pet-named it. They where simple enough, powered by the lightning they attract since they acted as natural lighting rods regardless of the form they where in which gave the impression the gauntlets where magical items due to the blue veins in the joints and the gaps created when they moved. 

So to say you where proud that they kicked ass would be a understatement. 

You didn't do much with the bow, bar sanding down the wood to reduce splinters and redoing the notch and the grip, so both could function better, and polish the thing to make it shine.

You still liked using it, especially since you'd recently managed to master the horizontal shot. With three arrows, in the same shot. 

Merida wishes. She wishes.

And last but most certainly not least was your beloved friend and ally, your roughly, 10kg broadsword, which you had a habit of flipping into the air and then catching. Also kicking the dam thing in combat. Probably helped you where jacked from using it so much and when you first tried to use it, broke... a table. 

oh no our table it's broken you would always think to yourself when you remembered that.

'Okay so what else do you want from me? A packed lunch and a kiss before I go?' you say, sarcastically as you place the sword in the sheath you always wear. And somehow only remember about it when you put it on, take it off and use it. Memory issues amirite?