2010-07-03
Character: Future Peter and Sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 1303
Rating: R for language and smut
Prompt: Chad Ochocinco: "The Argentine Tango is all about the chest and hips being pushed together.... I think I'm going to like it." for
scifi_muses
Notes: Set after I am Become Death. This is written from Peter's POV instead of Sylar's. Which is why it's posted in
mib_peter's LJ.
It was the end of the world...
Comments to my LJ, please. Thanks for reading.
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 1303
Rating: R for language and smut
Prompt: Chad Ochocinco: "The Argentine Tango is all about the chest and hips being pushed together.... I think I'm going to like it." for
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Notes: Set after I am Become Death. This is written from Peter's POV instead of Sylar's. Which is why it's posted in
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It was the end of the world...
Comments to my LJ, please. Thanks for reading.
Character: Sylar and Gabriel
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 393
Rating: G
Prompt: Mallory: You make everyday feel like kindergarten. for
scifi_muses
Notes: Letter Blog entry - worked as a post on the Muses too.
Dear Gabe,
I wanted to share with you some of my favorite memories of growing up with you. There were the bunkbeds of course, where we’d trade off every other month who got to sleep on the top bunk. Keeping that a secret from mom was so much fun. Keeping any secret from mom was an accomplishment worthy of high praise.
I remember slugging Santa Claus when he made you cry at Macy’s. No one makes my brother cry, which I haven’t out grown apparently because I still want to punch Elle’s lights out. Yeah I know, you know I’d rather kill her for hurting you, but I let her live because you asked me to.
Trick or Treating as Superman and Batman was great too except when I tripped on my cape and fell down the steps. You were the only one who didn’t laugh at me, and you helped me find my glasses. When you shared your candy with me because mine ended up on the floor I knew I had the best brother of all time.
There are so many times in my childhood when I pretended I had a twin, and I love putting you into those memories now. For me, the longer we are together, the more real they become. If we can come from alternate timelines and be together now, there’s no reason we can’t say we did those things growing up.
But hands down, little brother, I am a much better driver than you. I can’t believe you failed your driving test. I do need to teach you to drive. I’ll do that when we’re on our road trip this month. Yes, I’ll let you drive the Mustang. I trust you with her as I trust you with my heart and soul.
It used to bother me that you call me ‘Brother’ instead of Sylar, but I think I understand that now. A brother is something we both wanted more than anything, and that makes it a precious thing. I also think you say it the way Westley told Buttercup, ‘as you wish’.
Esme is doing something she shouldn’t, so I’m going to send this now. I hope you remember to check your email at the Shop. I know how you get when you’re working too hard.
As you wish, little brother, as you wish.
Sylar
For
graylikeme
The Letter Blog
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 393
Rating: G
Prompt: Mallory: You make everyday feel like kindergarten. for
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Notes: Letter Blog entry - worked as a post on the Muses too.
Dear Gabe,
I wanted to share with you some of my favorite memories of growing up with you. There were the bunkbeds of course, where we’d trade off every other month who got to sleep on the top bunk. Keeping that a secret from mom was so much fun. Keeping any secret from mom was an accomplishment worthy of high praise.
I remember slugging Santa Claus when he made you cry at Macy’s. No one makes my brother cry, which I haven’t out grown apparently because I still want to punch Elle’s lights out. Yeah I know, you know I’d rather kill her for hurting you, but I let her live because you asked me to.
Trick or Treating as Superman and Batman was great too except when I tripped on my cape and fell down the steps. You were the only one who didn’t laugh at me, and you helped me find my glasses. When you shared your candy with me because mine ended up on the floor I knew I had the best brother of all time.
There are so many times in my childhood when I pretended I had a twin, and I love putting you into those memories now. For me, the longer we are together, the more real they become. If we can come from alternate timelines and be together now, there’s no reason we can’t say we did those things growing up.
But hands down, little brother, I am a much better driver than you. I can’t believe you failed your driving test. I do need to teach you to drive. I’ll do that when we’re on our road trip this month. Yes, I’ll let you drive the Mustang. I trust you with her as I trust you with my heart and soul.
It used to bother me that you call me ‘Brother’ instead of Sylar, but I think I understand that now. A brother is something we both wanted more than anything, and that makes it a precious thing. I also think you say it the way Westley told Buttercup, ‘as you wish’.
Esme is doing something she shouldn’t, so I’m going to send this now. I hope you remember to check your email at the Shop. I know how you get when you’re working too hard.
As you wish, little brother, as you wish.
Sylar
For
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