He could do what he’d been contemplating for days now.
He opened his laptop.
As soon as Marcus had explained the idea of fanfic, Alex had felt drawn to the concept. And after reading Marcus’s stories and dozens of Cupid/Psyche fix-it fics in his spare time, he wanted to write his own.
A literary genius, he was not. But bitching to Marcus wasn’t enough anymore.
He needed an outlet. To wrestle with Cupid’s warped, regressive character arc. To express how redemptive Cupid’s story could have been in the hands of virtually anyone other than Ron and R.J. To apologize to the fandom, even in such an inadequate way, for how Cupid’s final-season relationship with Venus and Jupiter had become a glorification of abuse, and how it implied violent, manipulative relationships couldn’t be ended or escaped.
By acting out his scenes to the best of his abilities, he’d made that message more powerful. More believable.
He should have quit as soon as he saw the scripts for the last season, but he hadn’t. The shame of that burned like bile in his throat.
His fanfiction would serve as therapy and penance both.
And as long as he was writing fanfic, he might as well include pegging. He wanted some damn kudos, and dildos the width of a lover’s forearm were apparently the best way—other than actual writing skill—to gain an audience.
For his AO3 account, he chose the screen name Cupid-Unleashed. Chortling with glee the entire time, he selected all the most popular tags for his fic:Porn Without Plot. Smuttity Smut Smut. Half-Human Disaster Cupid. Bottoms Up. The Peg That Was Promised.
On the verge of designating Cupid/Psyche as the relationship, he paused.
Asha portrayed Psyche on-screen, and she was his friend and colleague. He didn’t want to involve her, even tangentially, in a story about the character he played having sex with hers, because that would be fucking creepy.
Although it would definitely limit his audience, he’d have to write about Cupid and an original character instead. But what to call her?
He scratched at his beard. What … to … call … her?
When inspiration struck, he sat bolt upright.
Why the name was so perfect, he couldn’t explain. But somehow he knew,he knew,it was what Cupid’s lover should be called.
With that piece of information in place, the first line emerged effortlessly from his keyboard, and he beamed at his monitor.
The day Cupid met Robin, he said goodbye to his family for good.
Rating: Explicit
Fandoms: Gods of the Gates – E. Wade, Gods of the Gates (TV)
Relationships: Cupid/Original Character
Additional Tags:Alternate Universe – Modern, Porn Without Plot,Smuttity Smut Smut,Half-Human Disaster Cupid,Bottoms Up,The Peg That Was Promised
Stats: Words: 2531 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 102 Kudos: 411 Bookmarks: 27
Square Peg CupidUnleashed
Summary:
Cupid wants to free himself from his unhealthy relationship with his family. And he’s about to get help from the most unlikely woman of all—a harpy with a dildo the size of her fucking forearm.
Notes:
Thanks to AeneasLovesLavinia. You rock as a beta, dude. Also, please consider this a fix-it fic for the show, despite my inclusion of an original character.
Fuck knows it needs fixing. Badly.
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