| ||Rating: Mature||Story Reviews: 478|
Characters: James (II), OC, OtherCanon
Genre(s): Humor, Romance
Era: Next Generation
Pairings: James/OC, Other Pairing
Status: Work In Progress|
First Published: 2011.01.08
Last Published Chapter: 2013.05.06
Last Updated: 2013.05.06
Favorite Story Of: 613 users
| ||Advisory: Strong Language, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Substance Use or Abuse, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme|
Cupids were supposed to be mythical creatures. They were supposed to exist only in fairy tales; not in real life, and definitely not as my best friend. Meet Desmond Pierce, resident cupid, and soon-to-be, dead Cupid. All because he shot me with an arrow and made me fall in love with the boy I spent my entire life hating. James Sirius Potter.
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|1||Cupid at Work and Nazi Quidditch Captains
Guess who was the first man I saw.
|2||Girl Talk and Stubbornness
“Then what are you, Vicky?” he questioned. “I suppose you’re anything but stubborn.”
|3||Booger Facials and Puppy Dog Faces
“Maybe if they had a bit skill, maybe. Layla can handle this. Besides, James sent me up he—“ Desmond suddenly stopped in his tracks as his eyes widened. “Er—He sent me up here because I was pestering him about having a new girlfriend. He didn’t want me bothering him while he held tryouts.”
|4||Ravenclaw Girls and Snogging Closets
They were getting it in. Neither of them even noticed that five other people were currently watching their ministrations with disbelief.
|5||Quidditch Heat and Moments of Weakness'
I growled. “Kiss my ass, Potter.” I barked angrily. “It feels like it’s a hundred degrees outside and you have us out here baking under the bloody sun.”
|6||Mental Insanity and Towers of... Hickeys?
So why did I have such a bad feeling about this? Surely this situation wasn’t any different than all the arguments we've found ourselves in. In fact, it was quite similar.
|7||Toothbrushes and Serenading Imbeciles
I'm James Potter. Cold as ice. At least towards Victoria, I was.
|8||Mental Breakdowns and Groveling Brothers
“Relax, Al. Now what do you want?”
|9||Movie dates and Lying Bestfriends
“Sorry I’m late. My friend got caught up in this thing with this guy, and fish nets were involved and a pair of pantyhose—” she raised her hand and stopped in mid sentence. “It’s a long story, and will probably make me seem like I’ve gone bonkers.”
|10||Slytherin Matches and Dirty Troll's leg
“Please, Vic.” I said, hovering over her as I stared into her eyes. “Just stop it. You ca—don’t love me anymore. Please. . .”
|11||Bombshell Common Rooms and Territorial Dogs
She was right. It’s what I was good at; ruining things. And I was about to ruin Victoria’s little dance with Austin who’s wanted nothing more than to get into her pants since our third year. Or so I’ve heard from a little birdie.
|12||Pool Parties and Tousled Beds
“Yeah, it’s great.” Alright, James. That was a terrible attempt at trying to sound enthusiastic. I was happy for Desmond. Honestly, I was. He deserves someone as great as Layla. They were bloody perfect for each other. I just had more pressing matters at hand.
|13||Ice Cubes and Early Morning Rendezvous
“It’s for writing, sir. You see, sometimes people wish to record things on parchment with a quill and some ink. It’s a mighty ingenious invention, you see.”
|14||Ninja Costumes and Slytherin Dates
I looked away, uncomfortable. This was the first time Victoria has ever taken responsibility and apologized for something. Even though I should have been relieved, angry and slightly smug about this entire situation, I felt nothing but guilt. A heavy sigh escaped my lips and my shoulders sagged slightly against the guilt. For the first time since I left the castle, I noticed the unfamiliar weight resting on my right arm.
|15||Heart to Hearts and Insatiable Desires
“That’s where he keeps the wands?” his mouth fell open. “All these years of countless detentions, and my wand was literally right under my nose…”
|16||Broken Hearts and Snot-Nosed Best Friends
I rolled my eyes. “You’ve taken a liking to living vicariously, haven’t you? These days, you observe more than necessary. The habits of a Cupid… You need to get yourself a girl, mate.”
|17||Exploding Snaps and Glitter x 9999
A large part of me wanted to keep walking, scurry up the stairs, walk straight into my warm bed, and forget that I ever saw Potter that night. But another part of me — the more dominant part of me — was drawn to Potter more than I would have liked. I found my legs acting on their own accord as they brought me to the left arm of the couch.
|18||Masks and Magical Sprites
She picked up a glass, and downed its contents. “Oh, you know it.” She replied in a voice that was dripping with sarcasm. “They went a little bit overboard, the school did. We’re all basically flying solo tonight.”
|19||Snogging Siblings and Greenapple Whiskey
“Cursing won’t help anything, Al.” I snapped, equally annoyed. “Merlin, what the bloody hell were we thinking?”
|20||The Aftermath and a Whole Lot of Squirming
“Don’t tell me what to do.” I scolded for the sake of picking a fight. Again, I reached over, and tickled her ear with the end of the quill; this time, more aggressively. “I didn’t know you were so ticklish.” I laughed as I watched her squirming against the bunched up duvet. “Would you look at that.” I smirked arrogant as I stared down at her. “The mighty Victoria Rose has a weakness.”
|21||Feather-Like Touches and Musty Old Tunnels
I stared at them with confusion. “Am I the only one who thinks this is totally weird? How did you even get up the stairs?”
|22||Unforeseen Meals, and Greenhouse Gases
"I'm not changing for her, Amelie." I replied sternly. "I'm not changing for anyone."
|23||Walk of Shames and Dysfunctional Endings
Victoria was right. Dysfunctional was all we knew, and it was downright sad.
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