15 different flavors of wrong

[anotheranon]

Twisted fic of the evening: Jayne as Cupid (or rather, Eros, but it's a Valentine's Day fic, so..). In character:

“Last guy who questioned my aim with this thing was Apollo. He thought he was some high-class shit, wasting a whole quiver of arrows on one dumb beast. But I showed him. Nailed him good from a hundred an’ fifty yards up a slope at dawn in the mist, made him fall in love with this chick I’d done shot with a lead arrow earlier.” It was a good memory, chased the last of his anger away, made him smile for real.

I have nothing to add - it is fricking hysterical!

Comments

[jlsjlsjls.livejournal.com]

ROTFLMAO!!!!!!!

(and thinking that, suddenly, Tom Holt's portrayal of Cupid as a teenager with a big gun and some serious attitude problems has a whole new logic to it ...)

[timcharmorbien.livejournal.com]

Oh. My. God.

ROTFLMAO!